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Any Pictures?

“Now we must face the dilemma. Can we trust the Hutakaa with this Knowledge? We must, for only they can act on it,” proclaimed Hasan. “But what we seek is the same, and so we should examine this ourselves first. Miklos, help me unbind this, that we may study for an hour or two in the confidence of this tomb. Dead men tell no tales,” Hasan laughed, nodding at the remnants of their opponent.

The dwarf, while not pleased at more idleness, knew that the elf prince had a point. “I’ll keep watch up top.” And the dwarf headed back to the entrance of the tomb to keep alert watch while those with the skill, read from tomb to see if it held the knowledge they sought. The clue to why the Sons of Night were so hell-bent on finding this valley – and more importantly, how to stop them.

Ludo shrugged his shoulders, “for what its worth, this place gives me the creeps, the presence here of Undead reinforces to me that evil is infecting the land, no wonder the Sons of Night are interested in this place, I suspect they crave the source of power that cloaks this land, the relics here will lead us to them. We had best be on our guard.

Maruc if possible I suggest you clense this temple, the creature destroyed will return otherwise. I will wait with Feldard but do not tarry too long, twilight is upon us and we are a long way from safety.

Stephan used his lightstone to scan the walls of the crypt. He searched for anything odd about the walls, but saw nothing. He then shined the light in the sepulcher from which the mummy had emerged.

He looked over at Hasan and Miklos huddled over the tome. “Can you make anything out?” They ignored the ignorant question. “Any pictures?” Stephan asked with mock eagerness.

They treated the ancient pages of the book with care. Unfortunately, it was written entirely in Hutaakan. There were no pictures, per say, but at the end of the book, there were several diagrams, seemingly to describe how priests were to arrange themselves when performing rites and ceremonies.



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The Knowledge of the Elders

Feldard looked hard at the still burning remains and wrinkled his nose at the terrible smell. He coughed at the stench and smoke. Burying his mouth and nose behind his arm, he strode past its corpse to take a look at the stone case it had emerged from.

Feldard would leave the objects on the pedestal just behind him for the mage and priest to look over. “Don’t touch them until Ludo has a chance to check for traps” he warned, as the dwarf noted the humans heading towards the pedestal even as he was thinking exactly that.

Ludo carefully made his way back down the steps and passed the charred remains. “Stephan, pass some light over here .”

Stephan retrieved his fallen sword and shield and hastened to direct his lightstone where Ludo needed it. He watched as the rogue took on a cat-like caution in examining not only the objects but the pedestal itself.

Snorting, Stephan tried to rid his nostrils of the acrid burnt smell. He was eager to move on.

Hasan mused, “So, the complaint grows truer. The dead walk, even in hallowed halls. We must know more.” The elf joined the party’s careful search of the room.

tomeAfter the thorough search was complete, it was clear the only objects of interest were covered in dust on top of the pedestal behind the curtain. There was a ring and a necklace, both made of gold, on either side of a tome, no doubt The Knowledge of the Elders of which they came here to seek. The front cover of the tome was emblazoned with the Hutaakan Holy Star, the symbol of Pflarr.


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Fire the Dead

“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.”

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

The creature did not retreat.

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.

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. With the bandage-wrapped monstrosity momentarily trapped, Stephan was able 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.

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.

“Clear the way prince!” Miklos called. The elf leaped and rolled away. The mage had been waiting for an opening, and now with the warriors out of the way, he cast a web spell and snared their frightening foe.

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

They did not have much time for the creature’s claws were already hard at work slicing through the webbing. They quickly stabbed the bundle of webs and wrappings with their torches, and it quickly came ablaze. The horror was a threat no more.


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