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"Maybe, but I wouldn't want to waste a spell on something we can easily avoid... maybe by jumping," the other replied.
"Or perhaps we could fly aboard our palismen safely," Amity suggested, raising her staff slightly.
"That's a good idea hermosa," Luz smiled.
"Yes, it could go," Freya nodded and then approached the Latina while the latter called Stringbean and they both got on it.
Merren did the same, climbing onto Amity's palisman and then carefully flying above the floor.
"Mh, we are above two glyphs, one of illusion on the right and one of necromancy on the left," she revealed, noticing that the corridor now divided into two streets.
"Which way do we go then?" asked Merren.
"I would say in the illusion glyph corridor, if the necromancy one has things like the Finger of Death I definitely don't want to fly over it," Luz said, somewhat intimidated.
"So be it, let's go right," Merren nodded.
The group flew down the corridor to their right, making a slight curve as Freya's eyes widened, finding that the corridor was filled to the brim with evocation glyphs.
They reached the end of the corridor and then found themselves at a crossroads with three roads, or rather two and one destroyed.
A corridor on the right, one on their left and a destroyed bridge in front of them which thanks to their Darkvision they could see leading to a portion of land where something large and conical was erected.
Moving forward and being careful not to land on the abjuration glyph located at the very edge of the destroyed bridge that led to a chasm, the group flew over it, reaching a conical structure formed by three ring layers of rough stone with large oval amethysts set.
A sarcophagus was built at the base, simple and of gray stone which Freya could sense was protected by multiple glyphs of necromancy, evocation and conjuration.
"Oh... guys, do you think this is..." Luz began with a surprised look.
"The tomb of Azoth the Mad?" Amity asked, her eyes widening.
"I assume so since it is filled with Glyphs of Warding," Freya said, preparing to take the holy symbol and holding it up, casted Dispel Magic on it.
"I'll give you a hand, you can never be too careful," commented Merren, taking his lute and intoning a melody capable of making her concentrate on using the spell.
With a gentle wave of energy, the glyphs on the tomb were dissolved leaving the sarcophagus intact.
"Oof, done...now all we have to do is get the key," Freya said, climbing down from the palisman and approaching the tomb she placed her hands on one side, trying to push the stone slab.
Pushing with her feet and legs, the paladin let out a groan of effort and then pushed the coffin open with ease, dislodging the slab which fell to the side with a thud and causing a bit of dust to rise which made them all cough. .
After the curtain of dust cleared, the group approached the coffin, observing what was inside.
As if it were obvious, the skeletal remains of a corpse rested inside the sarcophagus, wrapped in fine leather armor and a black hood with red spiral patterns, the skeleton with crossed arms clutched a stick with rounded iron tips in the right hand and a twisted ivory wand in his left hand while a crimson sphere was pl...
"Mh, everything on the body is magical," Freya began, sensing the sources of magic.
"Ohhh I can’t believe it, we are desecrating the tomb of Azoth the Mad... we will be considered legends!", Merren exclaimed, an excited smile on his face as he pumped his fists slightly.
"Yes... as long as these objects are not considered cursed," Amity commented unconvincingly.
"Oh please, that's practically impossible," the half-elf replied, waving a hand.
"Why? Are there no cursed objects here?" Luz asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh no, there are tons of them, it's just that a wizard would be a moron to wear cursed objects," the other replied, earning a glare from the witch of abominations.
"I was referring to being cursed for anyone who takes them from his corpse!", she said, pointing to the corpse with one hand.
"I inform you that cursed objects only work if you wear them and then we could easily find out by having someone expert look at them," he replied, earning unconvinced looks from the two witches.
"Anyway, it's looting time!", he said shortly after, starting to take the objects from Azoth's corpse and put them in his bag, leaving the key for last.
As soon as he put his hands on it, the half-elf felt an unpleasant sensation pass through his body, making him shiver, which alarmed the rest of the group.
What happened next, however, completely shattered their expectations.
Suddenly, like a flash, the corpse's hand sprung to life, stopping Merren's arm from reaching for the key while the latter took a moment to realize what was happening.
Opening his eyes wide he began to scream, followed by the rest of the group while the ghostly figure of Azoth rose up a few meters from the ground in flight, crossing his arms and opening them wide, erupting into a dry and strident scream that made the earth tremble.
Suddenly five creatures materialized around them, dark and gaunt ghosts of men and women, subject to the will of the dark wizard.
The four adventurers watched in horror as the ghost of Azoth headed towards them, ready to hurl his fury against those unfortunate souls.
The sound of the four adventurers" cries filled the foundations of the tomb as Azoth, more alive than ever in his undeath, stood before them, the skeletal specter with glowing eyes ready to snatch their souls.
"Didn't you say he was dead!?" Luz shouted, suddenly summoning the Mage Hand and handing it the book she inscribed a blinding glyph into one of the arrows.
"I said he was dead! Not that he was a fucking wraith!", Merren shouted back, terrified and amazed at the same time.
"Damn you Merren! It's because of your greed that we're in this mess!", exclaimed Amity, producing a magic circle and erecting a dome of abominable slime that separated them from the group of ghosts that had surrounded them.
"Oh sure! It's my fault now! He had been quiet while I got his belongings but when he gets pissed off about the only thing we came for, all of a sudden it's my fault! ", replied the bard, irritated.
"Merren, stop arguing and think about giving me some cover!" Freya shouted, getting into a defensive position.
"As you wish!", replied the half-elf, pointing his sword at the paladin and intoning the Greater Invisibility spell.
The young aasimar disappeared, becoming invisible, giving herself the opportunity to strike the undead wizard without hesitation.
With two powerful slashes and a blow from the knob imbued with Divine Smite, the ghost of Azoth was seriously wounded by the paladin's radiant power, feeling his corrupted soul being burned by white flames.
With a scream the ghost wizard turned his gaze towards the half-elf and, charging his voice with power, launched Power Word Stun on the latter.
"Stupefaciunt!"
Suddenly Merren felt his mind explode in searing pain, screaming and becoming dizzy as he pressed his head hard into his hands and his concentration on the invisibility spell was broken.
Immediately afterwards Azoth gave a mental command to the two wraiths inside the dome to attack the half-elf.
The latter screamed again, feeling their necrotic touch penetrate his skin, corroding his soul as the ghosts attacked him.
"Merren! Hold on! We will kill them immediately!", Luz shouted, launching the blinding arrow in the direction of Azoth which, penetrating the immaterial body of the ghost thanks to the magical properties of the bow, blinded him, making him hiss.
Amity on the other hand threw a blast of flame at the specter in front of her, burning her intangible flesh as a screech of pain from her filled her ears.
Freya took a deep breath, gripping the halberd in her hand and chanting a prayer to the Goddess.
"Irudd, mother of all life, protector of nature and love, grant me your strength to punish this evil and defend my friends"
The blade lit up, charging with divine power and with a leap the paladin gathered all her strength, letting the blade fall on the body of the ghost which, like a sheet of paper, was cut in two by a sharp scissor and then in four with a side cut at the waist.
With a final scream that echoed throughout the tomb, Azoth's specter dissolved, marking his final demise.
Freya, however, did not stop in front of that victory, as with a quick turn of her waist she turned behind in the direction of the ghost in front of Amity and with a blow of the knob she seriously wounded her with a Divine Smite, burning her in sacred flames.
The latter did not stop, continuing the order of the now deceased master, she pounced on the still stunned half-elf and pierced him in the chest with yet another necrotic touch, making him scream in pain and flooding the soul of the poor bard with necrotic energy .
"Take your disgusting ectoplasmic hands off my friend!" Luz screamed, shooting an arrow imbued with a glyph of light that penetrated the ghostly skull, dissolving it into white flames.
Amity threw a blaze at the remaining ghost but it nimbly dodged.
Immediately afterwards Freya attacked him, infusing her blade with the power of Divine Favor and launching a thrust and a slash at the ghost that wounded him enough to make him miss the direct blow to the bard.
Luz moved away a little, being careful not to get hit by the ghost and tearing a glyph from the tome she threw a beam of light at him that hit squarely, flooding him with sacred flames and making him hiss in pain.
Amity launched another flame at him and this time too the ghost avoided it, earning only a few light burns.
"Titandammit!" she cursed.
Fortunately Freya took care of him, dissolving him with a thrust, a slash and a blow from the pommel of her halberd.
Now it was just the four of them inside the protective dome erected by the witch while a wounded Merren staggered, still stunned from Azoth's spell.
They immediately rushed to his side, holding him up.
"Oh holy Titan! Merren are you okay!? Can you hear me!?" asked Luz, worried.
"Hey Merren, stay awake ok!? Hold on! I promise I'll make it up to you for what I said when we get out of here!", Amity exclaimed, terrified as a hint of tears could be seen in her eyes.
"Give him some space, let him breathe," Freya said, apprehensive as she laid him down, resting his head in her lap and using Lay on Hands to heal his wounds, the black veins on his face caused by the necrotic touch of the wraiths were almost completely dissolved when the paladin's healing energy flooded the bard's body...
After a few moments the young half-elf recovered, sitting up calmly and rubbing his head painfully.
"Uhh... why does it feel like a Bullette ran over me ten times?", he wondered, looking around.
"Merren! Are you okay!?" Luz exclaimed, suddenly hugging him as tears streamed down his cheeks.
This surprised the half-elf a little and he patted her lightly on the shoulder.
"Uhh yeah... sort of," he muttered.
He felt Amity's presence behind him, hugging his back.
"Oh thank the Titan! You are ok! There was a risk that you seriously couldn't make it!", Amity exclaimed, trying not to cry.
"Hey don't worry... I would have managed... somehow", commented the other, patting her on the head and then eyeing Freya, the latter gave her a relieved smile, rubbing one eye to chase away a tear.
Recovering a few moments later, the half-elf looked around and then let out a sigh.
"Are we out of danger?" he asked.
"No, there are three other ghosts out there, I put up this barrier to avoid getting surrounded but it won't last much longer, less than ten minutes I'd say," said Amity, eyeing the barrier with a worried expression.
"Mh, can you create another barrier?", asked the other, getting an affirmative nod from the witch.
"Well, start doing that in a minute, we're getting out of this shitty place," Merren replied, pulling out from a bag a bottle of ink and some chalk.
Luz looked at him curiously.
"What do you want to do?" she asked.
"We return to Pearlpoint via the Circle of Teleportation," he replied, surprising the two witches a little as he began to inscribe a circle of symbols on the ground.
"Do you know a teleportation spell? It's like the teleportation glyph I used once," the human witch observed, watching the process with interest.
"It depends, how did your glyph work?" Merren asked.
"Oh, well I drew a complex combination of glyphs and when I pressed it I could teleport to a place I had already visited," she replied.
"Mh, interesting, Circle of Teleportation works with the same principle except that it teleports you to places where the circle you are writing is inscribed, mainly in large cities," the half-elf replied.
"The closest thing to your glyph is Teleport, a seventh circle spell, it's instantaneous like most other spells and doesn't require a circle of symbols and as long as you want to teleport to a location with one of them or with a object coming from the aforementioned place is infallible, for everything else there is the...
Finally the bard completed the spell, creating a portal of shimmering energy under the fascinated gazes of the two witches.
"Let's go now, the spell only lasts a handful of seconds," said Merren, crossing the portal.
Freya was right behind him only to be followed by Amity and Luz.
A short time later the barrier dissolved, leaving the wraiths alone, without their master and in an empty tomb.
"Oof, and that's done too..." murmured the half-elf, stretching and entering the inn room.
"The next place we have to go is the Rotten Tower, right?", Luz asked, letting out a tired sigh.
"Yes, as far as we know it's been abandoned for centuries... except for the undead that Azoth left there, obviously his tower will be full of magical traps and all that," Merren said, disappearing his armor and sitting down. on the armchair near the fire.