R: Rooms, Siphon

The room stank of rot, strange chemicals, and sweet herbs, probably from the body on the slab in the center of the room. Beyond it, a great contraption of wheels, levers, and switches all wired together in some intricate and arcane fashion. Between them stood the cadaverous form of Selkar The Ancient, his mummified skin pulled tight over his bones, red eyes burning beneath his bony orc brow.

“Excellent…” his dry throat rasped. “Do come in” he commanded. Rathgar jerked toward the undead orc. “I was just in need of another volunteer.”

Allianora and Nimble grabbed the back of Rathgar’s armor while Feris leveled his wand at the monster and unleashed a bolt of witchfire. The mummy ducked the crackling bolt, which struck the machine. He responded with a roar, his massive jaw seeming to dislocate, the force of which knocked the companions to the ground.

As the companions picked themselves off the ground, Selkar threw a switch on the machine, and the coursing energies of the witchfire were shunted into the body on the slab. It jerked and spasmed, smoke escaping from seams of the stitched up flesh. “Kill them!” Selkar ordered the golem.