"I am Lukmir Kridenor Sir, - The Voice of the two-edged sword resounded in the room. He was able to talk. - Who are you you, claiming Stigma of Adamantium ? "The golem of forge raise their arms and moved them out of the alcove with a powerful step almost simultameo. The flames in their body again fed by hot sparks of supernatural life. Gordianus is sometimes with sword in hand, trying to explain the situation to his new ally. Lukmir Sir did not seem entirely convinced, but the engagement was imminent. "I'm afraid that my blade you will not be entirely useful against these opponents, but we do not have time to think. "He said the two-edged sword.
The six golem attacked knocking down shots of hot metal on intruders and blowing jets of hot steam, but the adventurers had already effectively protected thanks to the magic of Krison. They defeated a construct after the other, shot after shot, breaking the iron body with a sword, until the last flamboyant keeper did not collapse to the ground. The forge, which roared into the room furious over the treasure, he made a burst of heat distress when he realized that all his guards had been destroyed.
The group also recovered the rest of the magical objects. Krison grabbed Raske, the Archmage who threw the stick in the mold to become immortal. "Take me out of here," hissed Raske. Kimara wrapped himself in the mantle of Atharas Lord, who appeared in great manner. Ivan picked shield called Bastet, a circle of solid wood studded with metal magic. Bastet was silent, but when Ivan tried to perceive the presence of a voice femmilile urged him to delay the pleasantries. Finally, Lucian shook his fist in Genesis, a gun drum pounding of power since the individual bullets. "Where Elnor? - Wailed the gun - we find it ... Too much time I was a prisoner of this place ... Help me." Lucian nodded.
"Look!" He pointed Krison. In the room of the dome, where the Titans were imprisoned, a swirling wind began to blow with incredible strength. Lifted debris and rocks, digging in the walls, removing plaster and pieces of marble from the floor. The howling wind was strong and steady. The undead were waiting.
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