(Savaged) Mummy’s Mask – Session Four (01/11/2018)
With a mob of undead ravagers snapping at their heels, the Desert Storm retreated into the catacomb beneath the temple. A flight of narrow stone steps descended steeply into the dark. Issa advanced, lantern held high in his bony fist. The flickering flame illuminated a long, vaulted chamber. A low, mournful groan sounded from the shadows and a pathetic figure dragged itself into the light. Like many of the bodies the group had encountered since entering the temple, the zombie wore a golden funerary mask. Unlike many of the other bodies, this particular specimen had been cut in half at the waist. The top half of the pitiful creature dragged itself forward, leaving a glistening trail of viscera in its wake like some gory slug. Issa stepped forward, raised his foot and stamped down hard on the zombies head. Not hard enough it seemed; the zombie grabbed his leg and started clawing at his shins. Vardis moved forward and drove his spear through the zombie’s back, ending its dismal existence.
Nobody could fathom how the corpse managed to get itself chopped in half; then Issa stepped on a hidden pressure plate and two spinning blades emerged from the walls. The mystery was solved! Fortunately, the heroes were dexterous enough to dodge the deadly trap.
Vardis’ ears pricked up at the sound of fighting up ahead. Billu crept forward, moving quietly between rows of silent tombs. Suddenly, something started clawing at the inside of the nearest sarcophagi and Billu’s heart nearly burst out of his chest. Torchlight and the ruckus of combat originated from beyond a large door at the far end of the crypt. Peeking around the threshold, Billu saw another masked warrior fending off blows from two hulking mummies wrapped in rotting bandages. A third mummy toppled the sarcophagus from a dais, revealing a secret compartment hidden beneath. A young, bald-headed man in a voluptuous robe knelt to recover a golden funerary mask from the revealed recess.
“At last!” the robed man crowed, raising the mask above his head, “After years of searching; I, Nebta-Khufre, have found it, the mask of the Forgotten Pharaoh! With the power trapped within this gaudy trinket, I will raise an army of the dead mighty enough to rule Osirion!”
“That is no trinket, wizard!” spat the masked warrior. His blades flashed out, hacking chunks of rotting flesh from his two mummified opponents. “You have no idea of the forces you are meddling with! Surrender the mask!”
“I shall not,” the necromancer giggled, lowering the mask onto his own head, “But your pathetic demands amuse me. When you succumb to your wounds, I might well raise your body to serve as my jester.”
“I recognise that voice,” Cluedo whispered, joining Billu at the threshold, “Ze masked man was at ze Tooth and Hookah two nights ago. He was talking about a mask then too.”
“Everyone is talking about masks,” Billu grumbled, “There are altogether too many masks in this adventure!”
The Desert Storm kicked open the door and charged into the middle of the situation unfolding in the next room. Alarmed by their appearance at his rear, the masked warrior dropped his guard and one of the mummies delivered a blow that drove him to his knees. The necromancer summoned a portal to his lair and scrambled through. As the portal closed, he turned to deliver a parting curse – only to be stuck in the chest by the flask of oil fired from Billu’s sling! As the portal winked out, the heroes glimpsed the necromancer flailing as his voluptuous robes went up in flame.
The heroes defeated the three mummies, then levelled their weapons at the masked warrior. The man removed his golden mask, revealing the severe, deeply tanned features of a desert nomad.
“You beetles have no idea what you are doing,” the man said angrily, spitting bloody phlegm at Guud’s feet, “You scurry in the shadows of giants, interfering in matters you do not understand. Because of you, the necromancer has escaped with his ‘trinket’. The ruin he will bring upon this city will be as a noose around your necks.”
“You talk and talk, but say little,” Guud said, as he and Chenkov manhandled the struggling cultist out of the crypt, “Be silent now, soon you will tell us everything we want to know.”
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