Madness at Gardmore Abbey - session 12

 played Oct. 1

Memorial Chamber

Heavy stone sarcophagi are decorated with elaborate carvings venerating Moradin, Pelor, Ioun, and Erathis .

Then you notice something and crouch down to investigate - a few pearls of vivid red crystal glittering in your light - the same as you noted above in the undercrofts. There are tiny drops of this mercurial substance in with the disturbed remains and on the floor nearby.

Two horrible undead creatures turn and face towards the source of your light. They are covered in ripped burial shrouds punctured all over with thin silver shroud-pins. They raise their arms and moan and start to shamble towards you.

Hundreds of tiny beetles crawl out of the open sarcophagus and more swarm down from a hairy hanging root near a puddle.They swarm across the floor like a dark shadow and launch themselves at Skinny and Gorgolax feet and legs, biting with their mandibles.

-Both mummies grasp with purplish-rotting fingers with long nails at you.

-the scarabs are bothersome, and swarm after you moving like a black lava, and even once you move away you can feel them inside your pants and shirt burrowing into your skin and every orifice.

-Abruptly, a bright orange-green light flares behind the back wall of the darkened ruined chamber beyond and a tiny object hurtles towards you at a great speed. It stops suddenly some distance away and you get a chance to see it: a human skull blazing brightly in greeny-orange flames, hovering magicly about five feet above the floor.

 ‘Get back Jojo!’ it screeches in a high-pitched voice at you. ‘Get back to where you once belonged!’

A little ball of fire shoots out of its mouth and gets bigger and bigger until it reaches the Wizard, when it explodes (burst 3) in a massive fireball blast 

‘Infiltrators!’ it screams. ‘Invaders! Jokers! Holy rollers!’ it keeps screaming. ‘You got bad production!’

As the smoke clears you see that some of the rot scarab swarm has been obliterated and the burial shroud wrappings of both mummies are on fire . The flameskull bobs in the air, cackling.

-The flameskull peeps around the corner (cover). ‘Little darling, It's been a long, cold lonely winter’ it threatens. The smashed up bones in the open sarcophagus levitate out and take the shapes of tiny stick-soldiers, dancing around the tomb’s lid near Skinny

- ‘It feels like years (well, centuries) since we've been here’. The flameskull shoots out a tongue of flame across the room that lights it up brightly and scorches the ceiling.

-‘It’s all right’, it explains in a soft and caring voice, before exploding into a fit of giggles. ‘Skull, skull, skull, here it comes. But It's not gonna be all right for you, is it? IS IT?!?’ It shrieks, sparks flying off the floating skull in every direction as it shakes with fury, the little bone soldiers dancing crazily now, loosing control ‘IS IT?’