Ludo agreed with Maruc’s comments. This seemed a likely place to meet the undead. It had the same atmosphere as the family crypt that his older brother Antonio had locked him in when he was younger. He didn’t like it then and he had a bad feeling about this place as well.
He moved to the left hand side of the wall and allowed Maruc to take the lead with Hasan. Ludo did however think it odd that the crypt was so well kept, not a piece of debris in sight, in his experience the Undead usually did not pick up after themselves. Focusing on the job at hand he looked out for traps and pitfalls.
Stephan kept a firm grip on sword and shield. He tried to keep his light stone handy but gave priority to minding his armament.
The odd jackal carvings on the door unnerved the fighter. The resemblance to his figurine, which seemed to weigh heavy in his pocket, was too much to contemplate. He thought, however, that he’d better be ready to pull that little statue out…
The dwarf remained in the doorway, keeping watch outside as the others moved into the crypt-like building. Occasionally he’d glance within to keep an eye on the party. “It’s too empty in here. Where are the cobwebs and debris? These are supposed to be ruins, right?”
Ludo whispered back to Feldard “Well without cobweb, at least we can assume there are no spiders around”.
Maruc stepped forward steadily. The alcoves eventually a passage leading leftward. With a short pause for a breath of air, the cleric led the party around the bend.
Hasan’s own pace slowed as he let the cleric take his place in the lead rank. Falling in beside Stephan, he gave a bright nod. The human merely fidgeted aimlessly with a cord around his neck. Hasan fingered the Ring of Elyas he bore himself, and wondered what burden the human carried.
With Feldard nearby, the young mage lingered, closely examining the alcoves the rest of the party had passed by, trying to learn more about the men who had built this ruin they explored.
They made their way through the alcoved passage. Every nook and crany was completely cleaned out.
The cleric was prepared to face off against the undead. He listened closely for the sounds or bones scratching against stone, or zombies clawing against the earth. What he heard instead was a oozing, slurping noise as two gelatinous cubes emerged from the alcoves on either side of him.