The west doorway revealed another corridor leading to a chamber, at the far side of which was a framework displaying an ancient set of armor plates, set over ringmail.
“That” said Dirk, “Must have been very heavy to wear. It’s an antique.” It certainly looked like it. Dirk reached forward for the unfashionable horned helmet.
This then lit up with a red light, and the armor seemed to come to life.
“Oh no. More undead!” hissed Kaylin.
Apparently unarmed, the figure slammed at dirk with an armoured vambrace, winding him. The fight was on, with the figure slamming into Dirk, and the large Bear Kaylin ha apparently transformed into, while all around tried to shoot or hack at it. Finally the suit clattered to the floor – empty.
“Not undead then” said Staya.
“Some powerful enchantment then” commented Rhistal. The group retraced their steps and entered the north corridor, which was much longer, leading into the heart of the Tor. As they approached they could feel the moan of a cold wind, and ahead there were brief flashes of illumination. Lightning?
Rhistal peered into a stone chamber furnished with cracked, mouldering tables, on which sat rusted implements of iron. Rain pattered onto the floor from a long shaft in the centre of the ceiling, and from which dangled a long knotted rope. A drain in the centre of the floor carried most of the water away, but was suggestive of some more sinister use in the distant past. Another flash of lightning caused Rhistal to blink. Had he just seen something?
Rushing out of the darkened corners came two burly figures – clearly Orcs, and one of these slashed at Rhistal with his scimitar, sending him reeling to the floor. Dirk rushed in and engaged him, while Kaylin growled and rushed at the other, biting and slashing. Makaria fired a bolt from her hand crossbow into one, while Staya cast some wounding spell at the other. Between their combined onslaught, the two attackers fell. Rhistal was helped to his feet by the tiefling, who had muttered some sort of healing rhyme.
“Tomb robbers it seems” said Dirk, pointing at the sacks they carried. “And friends up above possibly.” Nodding they moved on across the room, into another long hallway. A narrow, web filled corridor veered off to the right, but ahead they could see a larger chamber, and this they entered.
The chamber was dominated by a long stone table opposite, and they could see in the pale light of Makaria’s spell that pale gold glinted among the dust that covered the floor. Upon the table lay the still form of a long dead warrior, in the cracked and split armour of his final battle. As they crossed the threshold the corpse sat upright, and grasped and ancient club reinforce with wicked iron spikes. As it climbed off the table its mouth opened and emitted an eerie groan, and its dead eye sockets glinted with a green balefire.
Screaming Dirk rushed in and slashed with his twin swords. He hit hard but it was like chopping a piece of wood. With some hesitation, Kaylin in her bear form also rushed forward, swiping with her paw. The dead warrior turned attention to her, swiping hard with its club, stunning her and making her revert to her normal form. Straya and Rhistal stood off, casting their spells, while Makarria egged the others on or let loose the odd crossbow bolt.
A movement from behind Rhistal caused him to turn, where he was confronted by a horrific spider: the thing seized him in its jaws and bit deep into his arm. He fainted to the ground. With its prey recumbent and the others occupied the spider started to drag him off.
Straya screamed a warning and with a final effort the others finally cut the dead warrior to the ground. Rushing back Dirk slashed at the spider, cleaving its multi eyed head in two.
As Makaria crooned a healing spell over Rhistal, The others examined the various niches and alcoves in the chamber, finding a number of valuable pieces.
“Look at this” said Kaylin, drawing an ancient longsword from the side of the dead warrior. The style was antique, but the blade and hilts were in fine condition, and as she moved it about it glittered with a faint blue fire. She handed it to Dirk.
“Better you use it” she said.
“These runes are Old Illuskan” said Makaria. “The blade has a name: Orcsbane.”
“Orcsbane” said Dirk. “I like it.”