WHQ Idol Objective Room

The Idol Objective Room “The wan light of your lantern glints off the cold walls of this chamber, revealing a set of steps leading up to an idol on the far side of the room.” The chamber was vast, lit by the sickly green glow of warpstone braziers. At its center loomed the idol—an enormous daemon effigy carved from black stone, its eyes seeming to follow the group as they entered. Twelve Skaven shrieked and chittered, weapons raised, warpstone crackling in their claws. One stood atop the plinth beside the brazier, chanting feverishly, its voice rising in a maddening cadence. The battle was brutal, fast, and chaotic. Bek and the barbarian carved through the Skaven ranks like a pair of living battering rams. The elf’s arrows flew with deadly precision, each shot finding a throat or heart. The wizard unleashed controlled bursts of magic—careful, for once—not to singe Bek’s beard. One by one, the Skaven fell. The last of them collapsed with a hiss, and the chamber fell eerily silent. The w