What Are We Waiting For?

Hasan winced as he heard the sounds rise up from below a third time. “No mistaking it, is there?” he asked tentatively. The elf’s companions saw his concentration drift away and heard soft tones of an ancient Elvish melody emerge under the elf’s gulping breaths.

“Well what are we waiting for?” the dwarf inquired from his position at the back, as the party seemed to hesitate before the open doorway.

“The way forward has opened. That is what we wanted, right? Lead the way on, or I shall.” Feldard stated impatiently. Yes, he could hear the sound of stone on stone from far below. From the sound of it, whatever was moving, was quite large. In fact, in some ways, it reminded him of the statues they’d faced earlier at the entrance to the Valley itself. That there might be other stonework trials to pass wasn’t surprising to the dwarf.

“Hold on, hold on,” voiced Ludo, “Let’s not be too hasty, give me a moment to look for any traps, these Hutakkans are pretty keen on keeping there heritage and valuables a secret from prying eyes. I would not be at all surprised to find that they had left some surprises for anyone investigating this vault.”

The thief approached the perimeter of the stairwell. The distinct of death and decay wafted up from below. He did not find any traps.

Feldard’s pragmatic impatience did much to dispel the foreboding feeling that had been growing in Stephan. The heavy-sounding, stone-on-stone grating echoed about the chambre. “Da,” the Traladarian said as some sort of declaration. “Sounds like more stone portals opening for us. We are bidden to go forth.” Yet, he made no move to actually lead the party into the depths. He looked to Miklos, who prominently held the rod.

While he waited for the mage to begin the groups’ descent, he got out his light stone, fixing it into the wire contraption he’d devised on his helm. There. Now he stood ready to enter the gloom.

The cave was a dry one, at least at this level, with none of the wonderous cave formations he’d seen in the Valkos Mountains years ago. Good, he thought. He preferred, all things considered, remaining dry. He checked, however, his flask to see how full it was and was happy to discover it brimming.

Another, very distant, stone grating sound beckoned the companions. This time, however, there seemed to be more of a cracking quality to the cave’s voice. “This hole is speaking to us. I don’t speak cave.” His words, though absurd, nonetheless somehow made sense.

“Nor Do I, Stephan,” laughed Miklos. “But Feldard does speak cave and fortification better than most, and it seems he wants to go. Lead on Master Dwarf.”

Maruc smiled thinly at his friend’s wit and stepped forward with the dwarf. “Go on, friend, this is your world, not ours. But Ludo is right to guide us cautiously.”

They moved cautiously down the ancient steps for thirty feet. At last they reached the vault, a 20-foot square chamber. A half-opened stone coffin was in the center of the room. It was etched with the familiar geometric pattern motif, identifying it as of Hutaakan origin. Behind the coffin at the rear of the room was a pedestal with some dust-covered objects upon it.

The lid slowly slid completely off the coffin, falling to the floor with a loud thud. A heavily decayed, bandage-swathed creature crawled its way out of it.



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5 responses to “What Are We Waiting For?

  1. 4:50pm, Loshdain, the 17th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Humid, warm

    Maruc: 10xp
    Miklos: 10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+5xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp
    Ludo: 10xp

    Maruc: 30,760/48000
    Miklos: 30,550/40000
    Feldard: 31,125/34000
    Hasan: 30,265/32000
    Stephan: 30,255/32000
    Ludo: 29,920/40,000

  2. Ludo

    “By all that is Holy exclaimed Ludo, its a Mummy, He threw his torch at the creature, turned and pushed Hasan, quick back up the stairs, we should fight this thing in daylight”.

  3. Feldard

    Feldard had no experience with such an undead before. But what he did know was that all other undead fell readily enough under the onslaught of his axe, so while Ludo urged retreat, Feldard pressed forward to meet this ‘mummy’ full on. He had his armor now.. the thing was little more than walking bandages.. it didn’t even carry a weapon. This should be easy. “Don’t go far my friends, I’ll be done with it in a minute or so.” How clueless he was.

    Sure, with its slow lumbering, the dwarf was able to get first strike, and by the dwarfs reckoning it should have been a good one too. However, the thing before him barely acknowledged the gaping wound to its bandage-covered corpse before swinging at him in return. It is fortunate that Feldard’s armour blocked the majority of the blow ,but the strength behind it threw the dwarf into a nearby wall, knocking his breath from him. Feldard shook his dizzied head back into focus as he pushed away from the wall unsteadily. Ok.. maybe not so easy to fight.

  4. Stephan

    Stephan was initially relieved to allow Feldard to take care of the, what was it Ludo called it? A mummy? He lingered back as a reserve troop as Feldard closed on the mummy. Stephan stifled a yell when he saw the dwarf hurled so easily across the room.

    “For Feldard!” Stephan bellowed as he engaged the musty undead with is sword. Being the faster of the two, Stephan was about to land two strikes on the mummy. He felt the blows were sound but the impact of it felt strange and did not have the devastating effects he’d hoped. This momentary surprise cost him dearly as the mummy grabbed at his sword–no blood, no pain–and wrenched it from his grasp. The blade clattered across the stonework. Faster than expected, the mummy finished its attack with a roundhouse pummel that, like Feldard, sent Stephan sprawling. It was all he could do to roll to his feet. Unshielded–somehow, his shield had come loose and now lay useless on the flagstones. In one fell swoop, the mummy had managed to completely disarm him. He was grateful, laughingly, to still be wearing his chainmail.

    “Burn it!” the woodsman shouted. “Fire the dead!”

  5. Hasan

    Hasan swung brazenly, oblivious to the danger. The elf’s glad whistled through the air and sliced neatly through the tattered cloth. The mummy turned unhurriedly toward yet another attacker, stretching his arms out to wring Hasan’s slender neck.

    Marc’s voice filled the room, catching the mummy’s mirthless gaze. “The wrath of Halav releases you, spirit. Rest yourself and lie down again.”

    miklos didn’t wait to seeHalav’s power in the situation. Miklos cast a web spell and tried to snare their frightening foe.

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