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.
With the undead dealt with, Feldard turned his axe blade down and leaned his tired weight on the handle of it.
The colour returned to the young mage’s face as the healing power of the priest coursed through him. “Thank you old boy.” he said. “You’re not a bad old stick.”
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.
“I was thanking you.”
“Ahh, you’re welcome. Anytime.” the priest replied.
“Are we quite done with reading aloud enchantments that bring the dead to life?” Feldard 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.
Miklos pondered the Dwarf’s words. Normally you would give a brief metallic 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 tenacious 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.”
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.
Miklos made a brief examination of the sword. He saw no mage-sigils or other telltales of enchantment. Its appearance was that of a brittle relic that would be of little use in combat, but the skeleton had somehow managed to wield it quite well.
Meanwhile, Nicolai leaned back over to the coffin and fished around inside for anything useful. Though there were no trinkets to be found, the reformed thief did see something of interest. Underneath where the skeleton had laid in rest, there was a square metal plate, about a foot wide, recessed in the stone of the coffin.