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.