A few steps onward and we discovered a strange crypt, alcoves of various geometric shapes held a variety of corpses, from silvered skulls to mummified remains, at the end a large statue of some undead visage towered over a glowing sword.
Our cursed warrior waved his strange sword to find the magic auras around us, revealing a curious box, a spear head, and a full spear, the latter was taken by one of the dwarves who found it melded to his hand, in somewhat similar fashion to my own cursed mace.
We warily approached the statue to examine the shining sabre, and just as well as a pit opened up nearly swallowing the dwarf, and avoiding the ghastly geeen goo at its bottom, but this also seems to trigger a number of shuffling creatures from one of the alcoves.
Their lack of speed helped us form up, a well placed holy vial and sure shot arrow took one out, two more were quickly dispatched by my cursed mace, and the last fell to the rest of the mob.
We decided to backtrack but blundered into a rabble of ne'erdowells, who, after a vague attempt to extort a "tax" from us, made the hasty decision to draw weapons, two fell to our blows and their leader succumbed to the mighty paralysis of Mar Nod, at which point the others fled like rabbits.
Their leader now detained we sought to iterrogate him about the barrow, possibly finding the worse of the unholy creatures so our curses may be lifted upon their destruction.