The three intrepid adventurers certainly had their work cut out for them. A journal full of hints as to the true nature of the professor’s death, a collection of arcane tomes of dark and mysterious origins, and a small fortune awaiting each of them. Certainly there was little to do but sit about and wait the month out.
Well, that would be the case were these three not as determined, clever, and attractive as they were capable. That very night they sought out the false crypt described in the professor’s journal. The path was dark and eerie, though the night brought with it only a thick fog. Onwards the trio ventured, finding their way to the foreboding gates of the local cemetery. Dark, discomforting, and home to the dead, it certainly made the perfect ambush site. Though, to the great relief of our brave heroes, no ambushes, attacks, assaults, rapes, murders, maimings, or tortures impeded their progress, thus leaving them all more or less unscathed.
There was a curious case of Balta, who prior to his experiences in Ravengro had had very little interaction with the supernatural, and the ghostly text viewed on the nearby gravestone. But such things have already been discussed.
The crypt itself proved just as welcoming as the surrounding graveyard. Which is to say it was anything but. It’s door was held in place by a broken lock whose appearance gave the adventurers cause for alarm. Weapons drawn, they proceeded into its depths.
Thanks to Kevin and his orisons, Millie became the team’s mobile light source. What was once dark, dank and disconcerting was now well lit, dank and disconcerting.
The first chamber was of little interest, for it showed only signs of someone’s comings and goings, but it provided nothing else but a pair of mundane gargoyle statues and a set of doors that lead further in. Carefully, the group made their way down into the burial chamber, still on the alert as ever. With no bones scraping along the stone or shuffling of zombified feet, the coast was altogether clear. The emptiness of the room came as no real shock, though there is something about a dead-silent crypt that can still cause a tingle to play along one’s spine.
It was in the center of the crypt that the main source of interest lay. An ancient sarcophagus with freshly disturbed dust resting on its surface. Someone had clearly been there ahead of them, but the sarcophagus still held a good many magical items. Through Kevin and Balta’s combined strength, the lid was pushed aside, slamming into the stone with a bang loud enough to wake the dead. Figuratively speaking, of course.
No dead men rose to the occasion, instead a pair of giant, yucky, ooky, nasty giant, big, hugely big, way too big for a bug, centipedes came meandering down the stairs looking for a meal. They clearly had no intent of talking things out like the trio would have preferred, and sadly, the encounter escalated into violence.
The fight was quick and had few causalities, the worst of which being Kevin who found himself splattered in all manner of bug guts. Oh, and the centipedes died too, but nobody really cares about a pair of centipede corpses in a resting place for human remains. The groundskeeper may have a hell of a time cleaning that mess up.
The return trip home was just as eventful as the trip to the cemetery, which is to say little happened. Kevin’s every squishing step was enough to evoke a string of constant giggles from Millie, which in turn caused Balta to snicker as well. So, the three returned, victorious from their mission, supplies in hand, needing a bath, and fairly fatigued from the day’s events. Kendra, as good as host as one can be, eagerly attended to their needs and saw to it that the ooze coated cleric was scrubbed clean.
The few remaining minutes prior to bedtime were spent identifying and documenting what they discovered: A series of arrows, a number of potions, and a strange planchette that appeared to be needed for contacting spirits. Their find spoke only of further encounters with the undead, which was more than enough to put them ill at ease.