20 skeletons turn to dust before they have the chance to move.
20 more are pulverized by the might of Ro-Kan’s righteous rage.
The four skeletons wearing tattered robes and carrying large volumes in their hands are not so easily dealt with and turn on the party. Words hurt. In this case, they hurt a LOT.
The Judge sits impassive upon his throne; Titus has already fallen to his gaze, his mind on the verge of breaking him apart.
Perhaps discretion IS the better part of valour this time …
But we are getting ahead of ourselves. Entering the second chamber, the hallway mysteriously cuts half the party off from the rest. The remaining members: Ro-Kan, Titus, Al, and Turin go forward into the next chamber.
The large room has several columns holding up an ornate, vaulted ceiling. A large throne rests upon a huge dais, and a figure made of metal sits upon it. The room is littered with bones.
At the Judge’s command, skeletons form and attempt to bring the Defendants — our heroes — before the court. Hence the Fwoosh’s.
The court is presided over by Judge Ammeg-Mon. It appears they are picking up where they had left off some centuries earlier.
The party pleads their innocence and in the process breaks Ammeg-Mon’s logic programming. The Prosecution rests — permanently, after having their heads removed by Ro-Kan.
And the party’s defense attorneys, Saul Bonowitz and Salvatore Skelito? They are quite surprised of find out that they are not in the Realm of of the Red King attending to his High Court. They are, in fact, quite undead, and shocked at this most unprecedented turn of events.
They decide to venture out of the courthouse with the party.
Before the party leaves, they hear a sultry voice in their heads say, “Well done on this round. See you at the next one.”