Maerek deftly leads you back to the main room. Across the way, you see the doors, still open, and the fading daylight beyond them. The air is cleaner, with less stink of blood and metal. You are almost out.
And then a man walks out from behind one of the farther columns. He is armored, and his face is hidden by a metal mask, but beyond that you can't make out more detail.
"Pitiful, arrogant children!" Thurven bellows from across the room.
"I would have made you as gods, and this is how I am thanked? Your blindness has cost us both!" He takes a breath, and seems to calm down,
"But I can rebuild. I can always rebuild. Metal can be reforged. But flesh, your flesh? It is weak. Fragile. Temporary." He balls his hands into fists, and crimson lighting begins to arc around his gauntlets.
"Let me show you what I mean."
[sblock=Perception 18]You hear quiet shuffling noises from behind other columns. There is more in this room than you and Thurven.[/sblock]
[sblock=Status]
Belanaar: 40/40
Canus: 40/40
kal'Tarron: 51/56
Moses: 38/38
Venakhad: 43/49
Thurven:
You all go first. The tables provide cover, but are also difficult terrain.[/sblock]
[sblock=Monster Info]
Thurven
AC ? | F ? | R ? | W ?
MBA: ?[/sblock]