Krac, Renza, Lor, and Bahram appeared at the base of The Shadow Tower in the Underbridge and surveyed the outside for alternative means of entry. The most immediately obvious entrance was a door at the base of the crumbling tower, and the outside of the tower didn’t look stable enough to climb.
As they entered the building, both Krac and Bahram noticed a figure lurking behind a wagon in the corner. At the same time, Renza reached out with her arcane senses and noted several magic auras in the room. All entered the room and fanned out around the wagon; as they called out the figure behind the wagon, it realized it couldn’t ambush the group and stepped out.
A jumbled mass of body parts incorporating as much cow and horse as man, the Scarecrow’s considerable girth was topped by an idiot head that leered and drooled like a grotesque baby. Its face was cruelly stitched, the lips sewn partially together. It was dressed in straw and dung-covered rags that gave off a sickly sweet smell of decay. A trio of pumpkin heads hung on his belt—a closer inspection revealed them to be human heads.
The creature grunted and raised its massive scythe aloft. Bahram yelled at it to come out and face them. It seemed unbothered by his attempts at intimidation.
Lor quipped, “This is why I wanted to come here during the day…so much for that.”
Renza stepped forward and commanded it to cease its attack. The creature glared at her, but made no effort to halt.
Bahram and Krac moved to attack the creature, and Lor and Renza waded in to aid them. Lor levied two flaming attacks at the golem, but it seemed unaffected by her magic. The creature responded by burying its scythe in her chest. She let out a gurgling gasp of air as the scythe pulled free, and she fell to her knees.
Renza stepped forward and unleashed a touch that aged the creature supernaturally, and it seemed to stiffen and begin to crumble.
“Time magic!” Renza yelled. “Time magic will cause it to deteriorate!”
Bahram snorted, “Let me pull out my time magic then.”
Krac strode across the room to flank with Bahram, and the creature unleashed its fury upon him. He took two blows that’d drop any normal humanoid, but he tapped into his orcish heritage to continue standing.
Renza darted in to offer Krac healing as the battle raged around them. Lor, still desperately clutching her hemorrhaging chest wound, stepped forth and offered similar healing magic to Bahram.
“I need you to kill this thing, Bahram. None of my spells are working.”
She paused, giving him a grim look as the battle raged, “I also need you to not die.”
At that moment, Seris arrived through the front door with a look that mixed alarm and annoyance. She began dancing immediately.
Collectively, the group yelled for Seris to join them.
“This will teach you to wait for me next time!” she grumbled.
Krac, renewed with a sense of desperation and purpose, called upon Sarenrae to smite the foe before him. Suddenly concerned, the golem moved to flee, but Krac cut it down before him.
Lor moved forward and angrily kicked it in the head after it landed on the ground. Renza heaved a sigh of relief, while Bahram fell to the ground exhausted, clutching his wounds. They regrouped and mended their wounds and began the ascent.
They tied a rope around their waists and walked with space between each of them to avoid overburdening the creaking, rotten stairs. They reached about halfway up the tower when they heard the bells tolling above them. With an immense crash, one of the bells began tolling, and broke free and crashed down along the wall below it. It smashed into Krac and Seris, but both managed to grab onto the railings as the stairs gave way and left an expansive gap below them.
Both heaved sighs of relief as the others looked on, completely stunned by the turn of events.
Bahram interjected, noting Seris’ gaze up. “Guys, not to take away from this moment, but we’re not alone.”
Lor sighed. “Please don’t say that right now.”
They rigged a rope and began to climb up with renewed purpose. Lor activated her flying magic and flew up while the others climbed.
Renza looked a bit uncomfortable. “I’m not so great with heights, you guys.”
She grabbed ahold of the rope and began the ascent along the rope, climbing hand over hand. When she got halfway up the rope, she miscalculated her grasp and slipped. A look of horror washed over her face.
Seris cast out her hand, and Renza was relieved to feel her fall cushioned by some form of magical protection. She floated down to the floor below and quickly scaled the stairs back up. With the help of some creative rigging, she was able to cross the gap.
When they reached the top, the group was met with three Faceless Stalkers, who promptly ambushed them on the stairs. With difficulty, the harried group was able to dispatch them and continued on to the top of the tower.