Ceilin and Hugo were crouched in the bushes outside Ingkar, catching their breath and contemplating their next move in combating the orcs and cultists holed up in the ruin below, when they were surprised by a figure that suddenly emerged from the forest behind them. They whirled, preparing to defend themselves, but stopped short when they realized it was Naga Frostfire. Naga had found the note that Ceilin had left, and decided to catch up with his friend.
Naga helped the men bind their wounds while they told the story of their adventure up to that point. Upon learning of the situation, Naga became excited about the opportunity to kill orcs, and offered his assistance with the expedition. Ceilin gratefully offered Naga the majority of his share of the reward money, and Hugo gladly kept quiet when no one mentioned parceling up his share.
Still smarting somewhat from their previous exertions, Hugo and Ceilin were hard pressed to keep up with Naga who, in his eagerness to murder orcs, plunged down the temple stairway with very little planning.
Unsurprisingly, Naga was greeted by an ambush at the bottom of the stairs, being simultaneously bombarded with orc arrows and falchions. He was thrown back onto the stairs by the attack, and struggled to pull himself to his feet as Ceilin used his magic to fly over the heads of the assailants. All three adventurers quickly found themselves engaged in combat with the orc mercenaries.
Ceilin invoked the will of Thunor to fill the lower stairway with dense fog, allowing the heroes to ambush the orc reinforcements that quickly began to ascend. The orcs had been preparing another ambush of their own in the room below, but became enraged and abandoned the plan when Naga began hacking off heads and other extremities of each orc he defeated and rolling them down the stairs while taunting the orcs below. The group continued this grisly practice as the battle went on, further infuriating and disorganizing the band of orcs.
The tactic worked well for awhile, but fate soon caught up with them. As they slew the final orc (the heavily armored leader of the mercenaries), one of the Helic bloodpriests staggered up the stairs, covered in his own blood – he had expended all of his bodily and spiritual energy on a powerful necromantic spell, stitching together all the discarded body parts of the orc warriors into a monstrous abomination of lacerated flesh and twisted bone. The necromancer cackled as he died, and his creation plodded forward with murderous intent. A great roar emerged from its many mouths, and it swung its five fists in great arcs, pummeling the explorers.
The heroes fought valiantly against the corpse golem, but the fight looked grim – until Ceilin managed to coat the monster in lantern oil and kick a brazier at it. It burst into flames, and soon the thing’s flesh had become too charred for the priest’s magic to hold together.
With their enemies slain, the trio delved further into the ruin, stopping briefly to collect the purses of the orcs, and to pry some rubies out of a pair of statues of Hela.