Besides Morrison and Elrin, there were a pair of scruffy but self satisfied elves called Arivil and Perrin, and a female elf who had clearly been drinking something called Kaylin. She had a strange but pleasant smell which reminded him of damp leaves. Clearly thinking it was perhaps a party of some sort, the tiefling bard from the inn had also pitched in: her name was Makarria.
Elrin led them through the grubby circle of rotting and abandoned houses which lurked on the perimeter of Bow Shot: clearly the settlement had seen better days. After five minutes or so Elrin turned left onto a narrow cobbled path, mostly overgrown with wet knee high grass which soaked the bottom of their legs. There was a near full moon, but also a lot of overcast, and the rain although not driving too heavily, really was advising them to remain indoors. Black shapes, and a pair of rusted metal gates loomed ahead.
“This is the cemetery” shuddered Elrin, and pointed shakily ahead. “That edifice, patched unevenly with black ivy, arising like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven, is our goal.”
“At night the owls make of it an echoing throat; by day it stands voiceless and casts its long shadow.” he muttered.
“Righto” said the Bard. “Shall we go in then?”
Elrin shakily produced a large brass key, which he handed to Perrin. The elf tuned the key in the heavy, metal bound door, exposing a set of steps leading inside. Down they went, Elrin handing his lantern to the halfling.
As they reached the bottom they could dimly make out a large cavernous space, clearly stretching far beyond the boundaries of the small temple like structure above ground. Within it lay perhaps twenty or thirty stone sarcophagi. Elrin choked and was shaking visibly. He gulped.
“I am sorry my friends….but I cannot…..do you…..?” he stammered.
“Just give us the dagger and such” said Perrin. “We’ll put the damn things inside. Which one is it?” Elrin pointed at a stone box directly across the room, on the extreme far side of the chamber. Elrin complied, and they started to nervously move across.
In the centre was a brazier, stacked with ancient and dry timer. Kaylin cackled, and set it ablaze with a gesture from her hand. The chamber was now dimly illuminated. As their gazes were drawn towards the flames they heard a clang behind them, followed by a pregnant silence..
“Err…what……?” asked Morrison And then they heard the grating of stone on stone.
““The Only Way Out Is To DIE!!!!”” cackled Elrin, his voice now sounding slightly muffled and coming through a small grille situated in the heavy mausoleum door. “Uncle Gomez, Cousin Pugsly…..it’s DINNERTIME!!!!!”
“Oh dear” suggested Makarria.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAAAA!!!!!!!” elaborated Elrin.