Silvershadow cast web into the laboratory, buying the group some time before it had to deal with the newcomers to the fight. Nevertheless, the highly flammable webs would not last long due to the numerous open flames in the room.
The Shadowguard finished the battle with the bronze warder swiftly as they all subjected it to punishing amounts of damage. But that is when the beasts that were in the library down an unexplored corridor ahead and the laboratory that was now burning came around the corner at some distance.
Uttering draconic words of arcane power, Silvershadow opened his mouth to spew out a cone of acid like a dragon and destroyed many of the deathlocks coming from that direction. As the rest of the party advanced, a man shrouded in flames came into view and yelled, “I can’t believe you’re here! I won’t let you punish me!” Many of the party recognized this man as someone they had thought dead – the elementalist and fellow Shadowguard founder Yasir bin Hassan. With words of magic, he cast chains of fire upon many of the party.
Disregarding the danger, Thalin ran forward to grapple Yasir bin Hassan and prevent him from casting more spells while not harming him. Though Thalin caught on fire due to the fiery aura surrounding the elementalist, it allowed the others to talk Yasir bin Hassan down from the guilt over the deaths he mistakenly believed he caused, the sorrow over his lost parents who had been found, the fear of the power of his captor Lord Pizentios, and despair over a future without hope.
But it was at great price as the nearby slaughter wight tore into Thalin’s very life force before being brought down.
Though no longer a threat, Yasir bin Hassan would be no help either as he became catatonic. The Shadowguard secured him in his cell and advanced to face Lord Pizentios. Taking the transport runes, they appeared in another section of the Tower of Necromancy.
It was not long before the Shadowguard entered an ancient throne room and witnessed the necromancer they had come seeking, Lord Pizentios, engaged in a dark ritual. However, the evil mastermind was not alone and his undead minions closed to attack while he moved to complete the ritual.
The Shadowguard entered into the fray in waves – some of the heroes staying back while others advanced. But as they entered the room the Necromanteion burst with negative energy and a previously unseen bronze warder lumbered into the room. Those heroes in the dark sanctuary soon found themselves overwhelmed while the other members of their group remained unengaged.
Most of Pizentios’ minions had been dispatched (with the exception of the bronze warder, which was proving to be an near irresistible force as it trampled over Gryff and Obakong) but they had served their purpose. They had caused enough delay to allow Pizentios to bring his ritual to fruition. As the necromancer’s eyes turned white, his skin shriveled up and his cheeks went shallow. Power exploded throughout the room extinguishing the candles and causing the cauldrons to spew columns of smoke. A white, spectral shape left Pizentios’ body, flew across the room and descended into the Necromanteion.
Lord Pizentios stood from the throne – transformed.