Evil Invaders

"Why, Pike? Are your scared?" Hermod enters the mausoleum before Pike and the rest. "Let's see what this tomb contains"

"Shut yer trap, Hermod," Pike says, but he really doesn't care. He nods emphatically at the checking out the tomb idea.

Strux follows closely his comrades - but just as close.
He's reaching out with his senses, trying to pick up any signs of monsters trying to ambush them nearby.

You enter the mausoleum and find the place to be a long hallway sideways, with interment rooms like apartments off the main. They are stacked two high, and the upper crypts are high enough and without platforms, so they seem difficult to reach without a ladder or scaffold.

At either end, there are crypts that have cracked open, and beings are crawling forth.

What are you going to do? Run, hide, run then hide, or attack the left, or attack the right, or split up, or surprise me.

Ash enters the mausoleum after the others in the band. He gets a feel for the situation and suggests, "We should stay together and take on one end of this house of the dead."

"Hell yeah! I like it. Strength in gory numbers yeah?" Pike can smell treasure as he enters the mausoleum. His excitement builds gradually, his axe swinging to a rhythm in his head.

Viv simply growls, while moving along with the group balancing the heft of her poleaxe between her hands. She sees the undead seething out of everywhere and growls even louder.

You head down one of the hallways, and find a dead one crawling forth from a crypt. Decayed finery bedecks its scabular form, the smell of rot.

A faint glow, the wyrd glow visible from outside, shines from in the broken crypt.

Hermod ventures nearer to the crypt and the thing coming out of it. He has his sword drawn, ready to chop it down.

Pike goes beside Hermod. He didn't forget his comment earlier about him being scared. I'll show him, he thinks, axe swinging slowly as always. "Come to papa." He says laughing, watching the dead thing crawl towards them.

Her eyes burning hellishly bright beneath the spiked mask, Vivv curses, "Oftc yp za mydd". She flexes her metal-clawed fingers and spins the haft of the wicked poleaxe in the palm of her hands, as she wades into the thick of dead funk.

This one is sturdier than the others, but you're able to quickly gank it into oblivion. From within the crypt, a fel light glows. Ash recognizes something, and flips back through the notebook you got from the crazy loon in the cemetary.

"I believe this is all the doing of that sneaky wizard we whacked." Ash confides to the rest of the band. "I thought by killing him, we could stop his plan of raising the dead from this necropolis, but it would seem he had already performed the ritual and was waiting for the results."

"Cursed! Then will need to send them all to hell."

"I believe you are right Hermod. Shall we?" Pike stamps slowly and loudly, one hand beating his chest, the other swinging his axe back and forth.

The creature stands up and surveys you all for a micro second, maybe lunging for faces and brains.

Since you're all standing around, ready, go ahead and attack.

Pike stares at the creature, his eyes almost drilling holes in the thing's skull. Biting his tongue again, he lets blood ooze from it and trickle down his chin and onto his neck. Raising his axe, he charges in slow motion, shrieking so loudly the creature might hesitate for a moment, just long enough for Pike to reach it and strike it.

Pike hammers the creature and it shudders, but remains standing. It seems to be hardy.

Strux, not wanting to even go near the damn thing, draws his hand behind his back and with a harder, better, faster and possibly stronger motion throws a dagger at it.