Gameplay

Robert eyed the direction from where they heard the sounds of footstep, "You mean another crew? Or our own workers? It would be a strange thing to find another route of entry unless this tomb is already discovered. However, we are stranded here, and whatever is coming will surely spot us if we don't move. I suggest we go to the room and hide somewhere."

Leading the way back to the treasure room with the candle, Lady Bishop looks for a good hiding spot.

"Staying out of the way sounds good. After all, maybe that is the robbers who injured the man coming out from their treasure hunting. Perhaps they will show us another way out. Do you not think one of us should set up the dynamite at the entrance in case and hide though?"

Eugen never was a deft boy. Books, literature and archeology - these are the things he likes. For a few steps, Eugen kept up with the others. Not only in movement, but also in behaviour.
But as they step into the treasure room, he looks to the left again. The corpse with the grotesque animal heads still there.

The pounding footsteps hammer louder in his ears than his only panicking heartbeat.

"Are they waiting for us? Are we cursed? The sound of the steps .... aaaaah."

He leaps to the right hand side, away from the corpses and to the bark.

Eugen tries to turn the barque upside down and hide beneath it.

Robert was not ready for hidding. His entire life he has never skulked around. All his youth he has spent pouring over tomes in a secluded corner of the library. He tried his best to find a hiding spot and tried to take a low profile.

Lady Bishop decides to hide behind the chariot. Perhaps its garish gilding and large size would distract whatever was coming by from her difficult to conceal hoops. As soon as everyone reaches their hiding spot, she blows out the candle she holds and will relight it later with her matchbook.

Patting his belt to make sure the dynamite is secure Thomas dashes across the treasure room to take up a defensive position in the entry hall, near Lady Bishop. He presses his back against the cold, rough, stone. A small bead of sweat trickles down his face, as the nerves begin to start. He remembers other times in the dark, holding a knife close to his chest, waiting, waiting to spring out after footsteps pass. He closes his eyes, tries a dry swallow, and quietly lets his breath out through his nostrils. When he opens his eyes his nerves have calmed. He grips his knife firmly, and waits.

Thomas sneaks a peak around the corner and sees the two angry red eyes glowing in the total darkness. Quickly he moves his head back and flattens against the wall. Now that there is actual danger, all trace of nerves have passed. His mind and body snap into a rhythm he knows very well. His mind clears and heart rate steadies. He feels the knife hilt in his hand. It's smooth, and worn, and fits his hand from years of use. He doesn't know what's out there, but he knows it isn't good. He knows the Lady Bishop is within arms reach, around the corner and behind that gaudy golden chariot. She had a candle and a book of matches. He feels the dynamite tucked into his belt with his left hand. Then he moves his hand down to his pocket reaching for his lighter.

Damn it. I must have dropped it on the ground while rushing in after Lady Bishop, he thinks. He pauses for a moment, waiting for things to play out a little more before his next move.

Robert stood at the corner with batted breath as the stone slab fully opened up. He tried to take a peek, inquisitive and scared at the same time, wondering what they were going to face in this isolated locked tomb. As he peeked, he saw glowing red eyes in the dark silhouette which made his heart skip a bit. He tensed up but held his breath and kept crouching in his hiding spot.

Crouching behind the barque, Eugen is trembling like a leaf. Absolute darkness all around him, he hears the steps of what has come out of the burial chamber.

Was that red eyes or does his mind play tricks on him?