Found
Deeper into the labyrinth they headed, a stone door lay ahead. Behind it the solemn gaze of warriors from long ago, looking down from the mists of time.
Their hollow eyes appeared unseeing, but although there was no life, their movements were swift and murderous.
The skeletons piled into Braz who was able to fend off many of the attacks but the pikes lacerated and bruised his hide. The bellows of 2 long dead minotaur also filled the corridors.
Their bellow was nothing when compared to echo through time of the dragons’ voice that came from Helikaon - frightening much of the horde.
Braz, reeling from the blows dug deep into his mind for a prayer to Mytros, to come to his aid. As he opened his eyes he was startled to see the gem around his neck, fixed into his necklace of broken pottery glow. The bright white light flickered through a full spectrum, dazzling Braz with colour he had never seen before. And then a sound like a million confused whispers filled the room as the voice of the multitude swept through the room.
The Skeleton turned to flee just as Hippofilius rode in and dragged Braz to a place of safety.
Once the threat was overcome, the sound of machinery filled the room as curiosity got the better of Alke who pulled a lever in the false tomb.
Heading into the labyrinth the party were confronted by further gory sights. Smears of blood across the floor. The party were extremely cautious in their recognition of the danger that was faced. Time was spent to prepare their exit, jamming a potential trapped exit. However, none of their plans were enough to stop the pressure plates from triggering as Hippofilius took a step into the room and had to use his remarkable mobility to escape.
A quick regroup led the party back to the lever and a swift return to the room, to find the deadly trap slowly resetting. There was a window to open the door that led behind.
Again confronted by Xander’s tomb - however this time the majesty and aura that surrounded the sacred place was unmistakable, if not a little tainted by the carnage and bloodshed of those who had died on their way to it.
The party moved further into the room, Helikaon touched the tomb with reverence and spoke some hushed words under his breath. The still air of the labyrinth and the silence in the room for a beat could have been described as peaceful and belied the danger that it had taken to get to this point.
Then the booming voice of Graxis came again - as his massive form filled the doorway and he raised the sacred axe of the Dragonlords.