Necropolis Gameplay

Oh lord give me strength, strength to flee like a jackrabbit or keep going, your choice big guy.

Richard Joseph Lyttelton III spun around when he heard the initial crash and leveled his Webley revolver at the creature's center mass. An moment later he applied steady and even pressure to the trigger.

What is that smell, is that me??

Dardan shouts in surprise at the sound of the Beast crashing thru the wall. He decides to throw caution to the wind and races as fast as he can towards the entrance, shouting again when RJH's lets loose at the Beast. All he cares about is putting as much distance between himself and the Beast.

(If the people who helped us to climb outside the tunnel have shovels or pickaxes, Arthur will unceremoniously snatch one...)

Once out Dardan orders the three workmen to take up tools and stand ready. He stands behind the line he has them form, holding tight to the battleaxe, ready for action.

Lord Lyttelton hesitated briefly as the beast stumbled backward from his bullet's impact, however, when it became clear that the wound had not stopped the thing, the nobleman decided that his best course of action was to continue to withdraw. Richard hastily exited the entrance passageway a few steps behind Dardan and Arthur, glad to see daylight once more. Once clear, the expedition leader turned back once more and readied his firearm.

"And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage." Baz shakes his head, the old Poe poem ringing his senses clear and calling him to action!

Keep yer wits man

Baz raises the knife in his hand to the heart, ready to cut into it like an apple but his mouth twists and sours and he grits his teeth and holds the blade up high to strike at it. His vision flashes back to the wall carvings in the rooms just beyond where he now sits, the scenes of the dark pharaoh commanding his priests and the heart being weighed on scales.

It would seem that Twain was right when he said "The heart is the real fountain of youth." Well buddy I aim to piss in yer fountain.

Baz plunges his hunting knife into the beating heart and winces as he strains to hear any reactions.