From Below


Saeth stepped slowly into the room, her eyes searching for whatever had caused the death of the three men. She waited for the rest of the party to clear the entryway before proceeding closer to the statue. Could it be a bat-winged crown on his head?

From the back, Feldards’ view of the room was pretty much blocked by the taller humans. Yeah, there was reason he preferred taking the lead. He glanced behind as he waited for the others to move on through, keeping watch. When he did finally step in and see the skeletons and the sarcophogus he gripped his axe a bit tighter. “Try not to wake anything in there,” he commented drily. It was ironic cause if he were up front his first action would be to open the thing up but he was rear guard now so he left the investigating to the others and kept his watch over them and the entire area—especially behind.

Maruc stifled a laugh and inlow tones he whispered the the dwarf next to him, “You’d be doing well to wake them…” Then he realised the dwarf’s wit had far outclassed his so he left it hanging.

Miklos followed Maruc into the room as Feldard made his quip. “I like your style Feldard.” He said trying to keep the nerves out of his voice. He shone the lantern around the room to see what it might have been in its hayday. “Normally the room to he left of a stately house would be the Drawing room,” he said with conviction. “The one to the right as we came in should be the Library.” Miklos noted ‘Mausoleum’ on his map next to ‘Drawing Room’ as he stood in the doorway.

Nicolai looked at the sarcophagus. “Happy looking chap isn’t he.” He surveyed the room for traps, and approached the sarcophagus. Upon closer inspection, beneath a thick coat of dust and dirt, there was ancient, faded writing. It was in a language of strange symbols that he did not recognize.

Saeth looked closer at the creature on the sarcophogus. The bat-winged head was not a helmet, but part of the carved, gargoyle-like creature. Saeth also noticed the writing. She thought perhaps it was magical script, but it did not look like any form of magical symbology she was familiar with.

Miklos noticed Seath’s distracted attention she was devoting to the sarcophogus. He too did not recognize the strange language. “What interesting texts you have found there Mistress, given time I can certainly determine what is written there.”


A second thought occured to Maruc. They were dealing with the undead. He edged wearily around the corpses hugging the wall. The skeletons on the ground did not stir. Everything was still. He took note of the ceiling and the surrounding area. The floor was strange. It appeared as if it had been dug up.

It seemed as if they were safe for the moment, but no one felt comfortable in this room. The pall of death clung to the air. Suddenly, there was a tremor beneath their feet. Before the group could even react, clawed hands launched out of the ground. Slow-moving corpses pulled themselves out of the earth. Their corroded features were not human, but goblinoid in appearance.



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7 responses to “From Below

  1. The Eerie Entrance:
    Saeth: 10xp +10xp
    Maruc: 10xp +10xp
    Miklos: 10xp +10xp
    Nicolai: 10xp +10xp +10xp
    Feldard: 10xp +10xp

    Saeth: 3090/4000
    Maruc: 2970/3000
    Miklos: 2945/5000
    Nicolai: 2760/4800
    Feldard: 2885/4400

  2. Maruc (Clr 2)

    Fully expecting the unexpected Maruc leaped backward out of reach. In the same movement instead of reaching for his ever present flail he grapsed the symbol from around his neck.

    He’d never experienced the shock of creatures crawling their way back to the surface of the living and it turned his stomach. He was filled with a mixture of loating and determination. Something tof the irratic and fervant behaviour of his breathern clergy struck him at that moment. As it had done when he had tried to interrogate the Velied Society memberd in the tunnels.

    He thrust the symbol at them as he might a shield. In that moment he absolutely believed the Halav Incarnate was behind his every action.

    “Back! Back into your hole! Halav Himself commands you!” Maruc spat the words out in his fervour. “Return or be damned forever! Dare not to disobey Him!”

    Maruc attempts to turn the creatures to force them into a corner. The intention being that the party can deal with one at a time, by attacking only one at a time.

  3. Miklos (Mu 2)

    Miklos noted ‘Mausoleum’ on his map next to ‘Drawing Room’ as he stood in the doorway. As the other filtered into the room he noted the sarcophogus and Seath’s distracted attention she was devoting to it.

    “What interesting texts you have found there Mistress, given time I can certainly determine what is written there.”

    DM: What do the texts look like to Miklos?

    Too engrossed in studying the writing Miklos was startled almost out of his wits when the floor splinterd. He stood rooted to the spot gaping like an idiot for a long moment until the shouting around him galvanised him into action. He crammed his pencil and parchment into his backpack and retreated, clasping his staff with both hands for reassurance.

  4. Note – I’ve updated the post above with the first half of Miklos’s post. He does not recognize the language either.

  5. Feldard (Dwf 2)

    Feldard was too stunned to move at first. He had been only joking about the waking the dead comment! Then the Priests commanding tone, shook the dwarf from his wide-eyed stare. With a battle-ready grin, Feldard moved in to hack at the corpses with his trusted battle axe.

  6. Ughh, this looked grim. Was this what the old priests talked about when they spoke of the living dead, come back for retribution?

    Nicolai takes his sword and starts laying into anything not part of the group. He knows this is no time for subtlety.

  7. Saeth Tegau

    Saeth tossed the dagger she was holding at the first hand that broke through the soft ground, to no effect. She reached back to draw her sword, but stopped in shock, as it felt… wrong, abnormal, not quite the right shape. Slowly it dawned on her that this was the new blade, the one that Miklos had given her. After a moment’s hesitation, she drew it, warding these hell-borne creations off with it, hoping it worked half as well as her normal, heavier blade.

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