No Ordinary Skeleton

Nicolai raised his head after the swing and pulled a wide manic grin that spoke of hotwired terror at the rictus mask of death glaring at him. A long second stretched by. Then he ran.

As the rogue went one way, Saeth stepped the other, hoping to give time for Maruc to heal the young wizard. Her blade sprang to her hand. But it was not with that she struck, but instead a spell that she wove, drawing forth through words of Elven a second copy of herself. Together, the two one-eyed Elves faced the rising skeleton.

Hasan tackled the fleeing mage and brought the human to the floor. “Come now, Miklos,” he urged. “Your powers are needed here and now. This enemy is too great.” With those words, he hoisted the human to his feet and saw the living could be as pallid as their deathly foe.

Feldard grunted at the wound; blood seeping from it in a steady flow—unstaunched. But unlike the mage, the dwarf stood his ground and fought back with determination. As like with the multi-armed golem previously, the dwarf would not back down; not while his companions were faced with such a threat.

To bolster himself and his party, Feldard roared a battle cry as he met the attack of the skeleton and did his best to fell the foul thing.

Grateful for the imposition of the sturdy dwarf and his enchanted axe, Maruc bent his attention to Miklos. He heaved his way over to him.

Halted by the Siswa Miklos snapped his head round to see the dwarf battling bravely with the coffin-creature. “What?” he said. “No…..no…I have nothing that will foil such a creature at hand! Foolish mage! I…I feel…..unwell.”

As the priest barreled passed Saeth he called, “Halav protect us all! But you especially…” he gave a weak grin and eventually caught up with the mage. He pulled his blooded hand out of the way and checked the wound. It was bad. He tried to keep the concern of his face. He looked up into the mage’s pale features. Better make light of it. “Miklos, I sorry to tell you but…..your tunics ruined.” he grinned.

“Remind me to come and see you next time I’m feeling really well,” he smiled weakly. “I can still move idiot cleric and I’m not dead yet. See to the dwarf and the elf, they’ll need your aid sooner than I. I’ll live.”

The priest glanced round at the combat. “Would that I could stay that creature. But my Holding prayer is useless against the dead. Before I see to them I’ll patch you up.” Maruc found a linen bolster. “Apply pressure with this. I’ll shall return.”

Miklos followed the priests instructions and twiddled with Dentiata’s wand with the other wondering if the creature could be stopped by it. He guessed it probably would work, but surmised he would need it against the Sisters if they ever got out of this alive.

The undead creature battled against the dwarf and the twin Saeths. Both of the demihumans managed to land blows against the whirling, slashing skeleton, yet it fought on. Its decrepit sword sunk deep into the one-eyed warrior, causing everyone’s eyes to widen in shock as they witnessed the deathblow. Shock turned to relief though as the elven illusion dissipated into a cloud of ether, revealing to all that it was merely the mirror image that took the hit.

The two warriors double-teamed the armored skeleton with their enchanted weapons. With every battle, their prowess had grown, and though what they faced was of far greater threat than an ordinary skeleton, it was not long before their attacks chopped the thing into harmless fragments of bone.

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  1. Miklos is fully healed

  2. Feldard (Dwf 4)

    With the undead dealt with, Feldard turned his axe blade down and leaned his tired weight on the handle of it. “Are we quite done with reading aloud enchantments that bring the dead to life?” He regarded the mage unsure if the near death experience had been enough to teach young Miklos caution when it came to dealing with things involving the written word.

    The dwarf waved off the priests efforts to help and instead enlisted the aid of the Saeth to bind his wounds. As she did so, Feldard watched the others pick through the remains of their foe. No doubt the sword would go to Hasan – it likely being some Elyan relic.
    “Saeth, any chance that skeleton was Elyas? It certainly didn’t look female.”

    (if applicable) The dwarf merely grinned to himself at the protested denial of the Siswa elf. It was sometimes too easy to bait elves – but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable.


    With everyone set once again, the dwarf led the way back to collapsed hall and turned his gaze and step towards the last hallway to the right. “It’s always the last place you check that you find what your looking for. Lets hope this is our last route.”

  3. Miklos (Mu 3)

    The colour returned to the young Mages face as the healing power of the priest coursed through him. “Thank you old boy.” he said. “You’re not a bad old stick.”

  4. Maruc (Clr 4)

    Maruc turned back the the mage after being transfixed with the swordplay of the demi-humans. He was thankful for their skill and bravery. “What?” he said.

  5. Miklos (Mu 3)

    “I was thanking you.”

  6. Maruc (Clr 4)

    “Ahh, you’re welcome. Anytime.” the priest replied.

  7. Nicolai (T4)

    Nicolai stalked back to the corpse. He kicked it over not showing any of the emotion, or sign, of his earlier flight. Grabbing his shortsword he wrenched it out of its back noting with satisfaction the perfect split in its chainmail and the positioning of the blow. If only it had had a heart. He leant back over to the coffing and fished around inside for anything useful.

    he pockets anything obvious

    He then shrugged to the others as they busied themselves and joined Feldard in the outer chamber. “I wonder what else we will find?” he asked his shorter companion.

  8. Miklos (Mu 3)

    Miklos pondered the Dwarf’s words. Normally you would give a brief metalic taste in the mouth at the release of the spell but there was not warning with the scroll. Still curse or not it was undone he glaced down at the blooded scroll. He reread it in silence this time.

    “A second chance is seldom found,
    to revenge those beneath the ground.
    On ye this fate I do intone,
    that you may feel the strength of bone”

    “How very apt, a tomb-robbers trap. Created by the Sisters no doubt. They must be expecting some very tenatious people. There is of course the chance that the scroll may reanimate it. Unlikely though. Still this gives a measure of the capabilities of the Sisters. They may throw more of these at us before the end. The Stone Guardian made no mention of these things so our expectation shall be the unexpected. Lets take a look at that sword a moment. It might be enchanted and we need all the help we can get.”

  9. Maruc (Clr 4)

    Maruc eased the Halavist emblazoned shield high on his shoulder and tightened the strap. He checked his flail and symbol and paused to take a swig from his waterskin. Some he splashed on his face. “Onward my friends.” he entoned and turned on his heal and returned to the circular chamber with the others.

  10. Miklos (Mu 3)

    Hasan permitting, Miklos will make a brief examination of the sword to see if it has mage-sigils or other tell tails of enchantment and report his findings to Hasan. If it proves a blade of worth, Miklos will suggest Hasan cares for it.

  11. Miklos (Mu 3)

    As he joined the others in the antichamber Miklos suggested, “We will need a rest soon to recoup our strength and powers. Please bear this in mind before we face the Sisters themselves.”

  12. Feldard (Dwf 4)

    The ever impatient dwarf grumped at the mage’s reminder. “Well, it’s not like we haven’t wasted enough time. Sure, lets’ rest here and have tea.” His acidly sarcastic tone was not lost on the others.
    He fixed the mage with a sour glare. “Does it look like I know where I’m going or how long it will take to find the damned Sisters? No. So if you feel you need a rest to be of use when we do meet them then do so now for I can’t promise that there will be time later.”
    Feldard fumed a moment, quite frustrated at all the delays, muttering comments about the uselessness of magicks and the like. Eventually he calmed some and looked to Nicolai. “Perhaps while Miklos and Maruc ‘recoup’ you and one of the elves can scout ahead – quiet like? Myself and the other will keep watch here.” It sounded like a reasonable plan – he wondered how long it would take for one of the others to dismiss it?

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