Finding himself back in the hallway, Feldard grimaced and turned about intent on trying the mirror again; instead he found himself facing his friends once again. The mage stood there with a crackling bolt of energy. Suddenly, Miklos pointed at him and barked a command word in that accursed tongue of the spellcasters. The bolt of mage-power then flew directly toward him!
Feldard froze, stunned momentarily as he tried to comprehend why his friend would suddenly turn on him. Then, at the last moment, the energy missile arced upward and shot past the dwarf. Spinning around, he now found himself facing the twisted guardian, who was sporting a fresh burn mark on its chest courtesy of Miklos.
Raising his patented dwarven battle call, he quickly swung out with his axe at the creature.
Maruc had relaxed as he recognized the dwarf emerging from the mirror, and had been about to say something when the stone-creature burst from the portal behind him. Still labouring under the belief that only Saeth and the Feldard could actually harm the creature, Maruc hastily started chanting his cure light wounds spell for Feldard as he spun to engage it.
Outnumbered two to one, wounded, and facing opponents armed with enchanted blades, the guardian stood little chance and quickly met its demise.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the portal, Hasan and Nicolai heard the sounds of battle on the other side of the portal. From what they could tell, their allies were successful in defeating the guardian, and so they began to explore Elyas’s ancient laboratory.
Nicolai set about examining the room. He did not find any books or writings of any sort. Nor any wands, jewelry or valuables of any sort. What he did find was broken and useless lab equipment and dusty, dried up jars and bottles.
While the rogue continued his search, Hasan was exploring the alcoves. There didn’t seem to be anything that remarkable about either, except for an old wizard’s hat which hung on a peg next to the southern alcove