Ascarn the Charred enters the ruined cathedral in Demnios Trostha

The black knight followed Yowfe Adyma into the ruined cathedral, the desolate city burning in green flames around them. The cage that held Motoman lay on the floor abandoned.

Yowfe Adyma had drawn a quick rune circle and was performing an augury. He spoke in sibilant tones. "Power.. they held Motoman Nine Eyes here.. what a prize for my master, either of them." He chuckled dryly.

"Give me the tome and come with me, warlock. This is your last chance." Ascarn's deadpan voice sounded hollow beneath his armor.

Adyma smirked as he broke the circle and stretched languidly. "I tire of you, dog. Let's see how good your armor really is." He snarled and unleashed a torrent of flames, but the black knight strode forward unmarred and swung his blade in a killing arc.

Adyma barely dodged aside to avoid being decapitated, but the black knight kept attacking, heedless of the magic.

Adyma hurled lightning at him, but it ground out uselessly. He drew a long curved dagger and began circling low.