(YBA) Lovecraft in the Cathayan Tombs

[Yellow Sign]

Glancing around, Lovecraft walks over to one of the open sarcophagi and look in side.

 

[Ciaran]

Following the left wall, you peer into the first open sarcophagus. It appears to contain nothing more than a heap of shattered bones, entangled with a heap of shredded, moldering funerary wrappings. You see no trace of mold or lichen within the casket, indicating that it was opened only recently.

 

[Yellow Sign]

"Hum, it seems someone else has taken a interst in these tombs"

Lovecraft moves over to the next open sarcophagus and takes a look.

 

[Ciaran]

This sarcophagus, too, contains nothing but cracked bones and tattered wrappings, picked clean of anything valuable.

 

[Ciaran]

(Perhaps the thick, cloying odor of the plants and the buzzing of the insects have made you drowsy, because you haven't posted in a week. What's up?)

 

[Yellow Sign]

OOC: Sorry for the delay. I have had a busy week.


Lovecraft goes over to one of the closed caskets and sees if he can open it.

 

[Ciaran]

You move to the next sarcophagus, on the far side of the chamber from the tomb entrance, and drag the lid aside. The first thing that strikes you is the stink of decay. Within, a skeleton in tattered wrappings and a rotting corpse lie entangled in an unholy embrace. You observe several gashes, black with dried blood, in the corpse’s garments and the discolored flesh beneath. On one hand you spy the glint of gold.

As you lean over the opened sarcophagus, the skeleton stirs. Its limbs twitch. The skull turns to face you, its eye-sockets vacant and cold. Slowly, it disentangles itself from the corpse and begins to rise.

 

[Yellow Sign]

Lovecraft backs up mumbling to himself "Aren't there any regular corpses around here!" and he prepares to fight fight his skeletal foe.

 

[Ciaran]

You edge backward into the plant-strewn center of the tomb. Shafts of sunlight slide over you as you pick your way between the twisted shoots and shrubs. As the skeleton takes its first steps toward you, you back into the well at the room’s center. Alerted by a strange rustling, you turn to see the vines within the well lash out at you like the tendrils of some terrible sea creature! And behind you, you hear the click of bony feet upon the stones, coming closer…

Vines from the Well (2/2): The grasshopper overwhelms the marsh; dominates the efforts of the garden!
Fist of Fury: The crab moves near the well; protects against the chaos of the feline!

Vines from the Well
CR 2
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Student of the Vineyard
Student of the Well
Student of the Whip
Fist of Fury

 

[Yellow Sign]

Hoping to destroy the vines before the skeleton gets out of its coffin. Lovecraft tries a spinning kick at the vines.


The lotus blossom kicks upon the orchard; dodges the drive of the ice!