Maruc habitually rubbed his eyes with the palms of his calloused hands in an atempt to clear his head. He swallowed some water out of his canteen and yawned. He got shakerly to his feet and wandered over to the cooling fire and stoked it up a bit. The others were stiring whilst Maruc finished his morning rites. “Morning Feldard, thanks for looking out for us. Want some breafast?” Maruc started to prepare some food from his rations. He gathered his gear together and waited for the others to get ready to try the new portal.
Miklos wished he hadn’t awoken, no one else seemed to mind sleeping on the floor but his back hurt everywhere. He picked himself up and stretched then walked over to see what Maruc was cooking. He gratefully accepted the proffered food as anything was better than cheese and bread right now.
The dwarf readily accepted a meal cooked by someone else. Cooking was one skill he never had really been good at. So his rations when travelling tended to be naught but dried and salted meats. As he broke fast with the cleric, Feldard wondered whether his reluctant bride-to-be would know her way around a cooking hearth or whether he would be made to suffer meals that would make a troll cry. The thought was worrisome.
Nicolai woke and has a bite to eat, then gathers his kit and says “Right, off we go then, I don’t want to spend another night in here, one was quite enough for me”
When the others finished eating, he gathered up his pack and axe, and then pulled out the door key ready to continue on. The thought of purposely going through another magical portal disturbed him, but he’d seen no evidence of any other passage despite the good Mage’s ramblings on how it wasn’t good to be teleporting into solid rock. The fact was there seemed to be no other means out.
Saeth stretched, though she didn’t think she’d slept a wink. Why did everyone else seem so cheery, especially that thief who’d somehow joined their company? Nevertheless, work never ended for a mercenary. She got to her feet, checking her gear for defects or looming problems, then followed the dwarf out towards the magical gate.
Miklos pulled on his cloak and fipped open his spellbook and memorised a new Magic Missile incantation before joining the others by the portal.
Everyone was assembled, so Feldard quickly inserted the key into the skulldoor’s keyhole and scowled at the magic that was to come.
Once again, the room went dark, and the group found themselves being transported somewhere else. If they were hoping to be back up to the main level of the castle, they were very disappointed.
Instead, they found themselves in a dark, underground crypt. A large stone sarcophogus rested before them. A circle decorated with runes and sigils is inscribed upon the stone floor around the coffin. On the wall behind it was another metal door with a skull-faced keyhole.
The coffin’s ornately carved lid slid off on its own. An thin, bone-white undead creature with hollow, lifeless eyes arose from within. It wore dark tattered robes of the same design as the ones discovered in the necromancer’s laboratory.
“Invadersssss! You shalll returnnnn what issss mmmmine!!!”