Adventurers
After a little more investigating of this noblewoman’s tomb, the adventurers decided to the other door and found it looping back to where they’d faced the hairless apes an hour or so earlier. Smelling a faint whiff of burnt flesh down one corridor, they opted for the last route away, and soon came to hear angry animalistic screaming and chatter. They burst into a room and chased off some more of the apes, and pilfered the room’s sarcophagus of an interesting-looking sword.
The party then spent some time searching the room for hidden exits, but were interrupted by the sound of indistinct voices down the corridor from which they’d come. Dousing their light and sending a dwarf to spy in the dark, they observed half a dozen robed figures with camel-shaped masks and walking towards them in a peculiar, deliberate manner. The adventurers flanked the doorway and Simon tried to cast a slumbering enchantment upon the group.
Unfortunately he couldn’t get the spell off in time, and the alarmed figures charged in to silence him. A brawl broke out but these new intruders were no match for the well-armed and -armoured party. The last one fled down the corridor, still taking care of his steps, when the elf floored him with a slingshot to the ankle.
Binding and dragging him into the sarcophagus room, the party attempted to question him but, thanks to the archaic language barrier and his terror, understood little other than he thought Malachie was a swell guy and lots of mentions of snakes accompanied by gestures at the floor. Upon being asked to lead them to Malachie, he clambered up on the sarcophagus and led them through a peculiar ritual eventually ending with hands pressed together and warm embraces. Bewildered, the party pondered how to get him to guide them before he cried out “flying snakes” and the sound of beating wings filled the room…