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<blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 1387157" data-attributes="member: 6294">&quot;Forgotten Honour&quot; by Eric Price (Dragon Scale Counters) - Part 10Although Macwood is unconscious, he's not dead, and the wand of cure light wounds gets another workout.&nbsp; As far as the Company of the Random Encounter is concerned, any fight you can be healed enough to walk away from is a good one.Fortunately, skeletons are mindless foes, and those that have not yet been destroyed now obligingly mill around on the far side of the pit trap, thwarted in their efforts to attack the adventurers.&nbsp; Ming Li and Stormstrider take advantage of this to bombard the undead with sling bullets, eventually destroying them all.This done, the adventurers move down the corridor, finally making it to the fountain Stormstrider was so interested in reaching.&quot;No money.&quot; The elf announces mournfully, &quot;Aren't people supposed to throw coins into fountains for good luck?&quot;&quot;I don't think that there's too much traffic, down here.&quot; Macwood reminds him.&nbsp; The halfling bard's attention has been drawn to the stout iron door on the far wall.&nbsp; Leaning forward, he exhales sharply, blowing dust from the engravings on the door. &quot;A shield and a tree.&nbsp; Elven symbols.&nbsp; I didn't know your people built tombs like this.&quot;&quot;They don't.&quot; is Elspeth's short reply, &quot;We bury our dead in clean earth, we don't enclose them in stone.&quot;&quot;Someone did.&quot; Macwood observes, &quot;That, or they copied elven art.&quot;&quot;There's not even any water in here!&quot; Twinkle peers into the dusty bowl of the fountain, oblivious to any other conversation. &quot;Poor thing!&quot;&nbsp; The gnome pulls out her waterskin and removes the stopper, then pours water into the bowl, watching in satisfaction as the fluid splashes onto the stone.Suddenly, her eyes widen as she catches sight of a glint of metal.&quot;Hey!&nbsp; There's something in there!&quot;Without waiting for a response, the gnome clambers into the fountain and paws through the dust.&quot;It's a key.&nbsp; Made of iron, I think, and it's got a tree and a sword engraved on it.&nbsp; Maybe there's a door near here it will fit.&quot;&quot;Give me that.&quot; Macwood sighs, and plucks the key from the gnome's fingers.&quot;Hey!&nbsp; Ooh - door!&quot; Twinkle immediately forgets to be upset.&nbsp; Snatching the key back from the bard, she scampers over and slips the key into the lock.&nbsp; A quick twist, and the door swings open.&quot;I found the key, so the treasure's mine!&quot; the gnome capers for a moment, then suddenly screws up her face as a wash of foetid air spills out of the opening. &quot;Yuck!&quot;The chamber beyond the doors is much larger than the fountain room.&nbsp; It is decorated with rotten and faded tapestries, many of which have been torn and vandalised.&nbsp; At the far end of the room, only just visible in the light from their everburning torch, stands a stone altar, flanked by a pair of squat sarcophagi.&quot;Nice place you've got here.&nbsp; Decorate it yourself?&quot; Macwood brushes past the gnome, also pulling a face of disgust as he does so.&quot;This is a locked room.&nbsp; Who damaged the tapestries?&quot; Ming Li asks, stepping up beside Twinkle.&nbsp; She cocks her head to one side, &quot;The smell is unpleasant.&quot;&quot;It's worse down here.&quot; Twinkle grumbles, &quot;Maybe whoever damaged everything threw the key in the fountain.&nbsp; Probably overloaded with all the treasure they stole, leaving none for us.&quot;&quot;Or perhaps the inhabitant of the tomb became a flesh-eating monster, and tore them after decades of frustrating captivity?&quot;&quot;Ew.&nbsp; Gross.&nbsp; Why would you think that?&quot;Ming Li points.A foul and scabrous form has leapt onto one of the sarcophagi.&nbsp; Though dressed in the tattered remains of clothing, it crouches in an almost bestial fashion, resting its weight forwards, on the knuckles of its taloned hands.&nbsp; It leers at the adventurers, its elongated green tongue flicking over bloodless lips and crooked, yellow teeth.&quot;Ew.&nbsp; Gross.&quot;The creature charges.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Capellan, post: 1387157, member: 6294"] [b]"Forgotten Honour" by Eric Price (Dragon Scale Counters) - Part 10[/b] Although Macwood is unconscious, he's not dead, and the [i]wand of cure light wounds[/i] gets another workout. As far as the Company of the Random Encounter is concerned, any fight you can be healed enough to walk away from is a good one. Fortunately, skeletons are mindless foes, and those that have not yet been destroyed now obligingly mill around on the far side of the pit trap, thwarted in their efforts to attack the adventurers. Ming Li and Stormstrider take advantage of this to bombard the undead with sling bullets, eventually destroying them all. This done, the adventurers move down the corridor, finally making it to the fountain Stormstrider was so interested in reaching. "No money." The elf announces mournfully, "Aren't people supposed to throw coins into fountains for good luck?" "I don't think that there's too much traffic, down here." Macwood reminds him. The halfling bard's attention has been drawn to the stout iron door on the far wall. Leaning forward, he exhales sharply, blowing dust from the engravings on the door. "A shield and a tree. Elven symbols. I didn't know your people built tombs like this." "They don't." is Elspeth's short reply, "We bury our dead in clean earth, we don't enclose them in stone." "Someone did." Macwood observes, "That, or they copied elven art." "There's not even any water in here!" Twinkle peers into the dusty bowl of the fountain, oblivious to any other conversation. "Poor thing!" The gnome pulls out her waterskin and removes the stopper, then pours water into the bowl, watching in satisfaction as the fluid splashes onto the stone. Suddenly, her eyes widen as she catches sight of a glint of metal. "Hey! There's something in there!" Without waiting for a response, the gnome clambers into the fountain and paws through the dust. "It's a key. Made of iron, I think, and it's got a tree and a sword engraved on it. Maybe there's a door near here it will fit." "Give me that." Macwood sighs, and plucks the key from the gnome's fingers. "Hey! Ooh - door!" Twinkle immediately forgets to be upset. Snatching the key back from the bard, she scampers over and slips the key into the lock. A quick twist, and the door swings open. "I found the key, so the treasure's mine!" the gnome capers for a moment, then suddenly screws up her face as a wash of foetid air spills out of the opening. "Yuck!" The chamber beyond the doors is much larger than the fountain room. It is decorated with rotten and faded tapestries, many of which have been torn and vandalised. At the far end of the room, only just visible in the light from their everburning torch, stands a stone altar, flanked by a pair of squat sarcophagi. "Nice place you've got here. Decorate it yourself?" Macwood brushes past the gnome, also pulling a face of disgust as he does so. "This is a locked room. Who damaged the tapestries?" Ming Li asks, stepping up beside Twinkle. She cocks her head to one side, "The smell [i]is[/i] unpleasant." "It's worse down here." Twinkle grumbles, "Maybe whoever damaged everything threw the key in the fountain. Probably overloaded with all the treasure they stole, leaving none for us." "Or perhaps the inhabitant of the tomb became a flesh-eating monster, and tore them after decades of frustrating captivity?" "Ew. Gross. Why would you think that?" Ming Li points. A foul and scabrous form has leapt onto one of the sarcophagi. Though dressed in the tattered remains of clothing, it crouches in an almost bestial fashion, resting its weight forwards, on the knuckles of its taloned hands. It leers at the adventurers, its elongated green tongue flicking over bloodless lips and crooked, yellow teeth. "Ew. [i]Gross[/i]." The creature charges. [/QUOTE]

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