The heroes opened a set of double doors leading into a large, T-shaped room. Right in front of them was a small pool full of thick, red matter. Looking up towards the far end of the room, they saw four small statues depicting ancient demonic creatures. The back wall was broken away, revealing a roughly cut pasage leading down.
Sudden movement in the dark revealed a living, scimitar-drawing skeleton and what looked like the skin of a man, half-way dried and very much still moving. As they prepared themselves for battle, two more skeletons appeared as well as a thin, translucent wight with long, steel-like claws clattering against one another. A horrific battle ensued.
Winston immediately engaged the closest skeleton, Draven stumbled and set a foot in the red goop, breaking the almost invisible skin and releasing the stink of death in the room. Reacting quickly, he pulled back his leg but still felt the onset of decay on his skin. Nevertheless, Draven stuck by Winston’s side, trying to fight off the flappy animated skin and repel its attempts at wrapping itself around them. It grabbed a hold and him and for a moment, he felt his very life force being sucked from him.
Meanwhile Rhed the Paladin and Adarra the Cleric entered further into the room and were engaged by the remaining undead. From behind, Melisandra and Eremia began raining spells and arrows at the monsters, and the wight retaliated by sending a wave a terror through their very souls, weakening the spirits with images and sensations of dread and suffering.
Several times during this long fight, one of the heroes received grievous wounds or were bloodied, but with a strong use of healing power, they were able to help and save each other.
After the battle, the heroes retreated back into the first room of the tomb, rather than moving any further down into its depths. So they set up a camp and ate from their basket which provides them with unending provisions. And then, as they were settling in for some much needed rest, they heard sounds from up above. They sent Eremia, the stealthy Ranger up the ladder, closer to the surface where she might be able to make out what was being said.
Eremia stiffened as she recognized one of the voices as that of Brother Malden, the very first cleric of The Divine Order they ever encountered. The one that got away, because they had no idea at the time that the order even existed. He had been tracking the heroes and was now waiting outside the tomb for them to come back out.
She waited a while, then went all the way up, climbing out of the pit and into the ruins where they had first entered the tomb. There was a faint, flickering light coming in from outside and she headed towards it, thinking she was hidden by the shadows of the ruin walls. Eremia rushed in to get a closer look and she crossed a hallway without stopping to look. By the time she caught a whiff of the stench and heard the low growling, it was too late. She was away from the group, caught off guard by a Zombie Hulk, an undead ogre in the service of Brother Malden…
