“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.