Situation Report Twenty-Eight

General Summary

"We're deader than they are", was my first thought as I tried to engineer a fighting retreat to a defensible spot at the stair-head. A room full of mummies is a frightening scene and these bastards looked hungry.
Sharna and I create some semblance of defence, but Cherry and then Numal both flit past us to engage with the mummies in the room, eliminating any tactical advantage conveyed by the stairs.
"Shit. Shit. What are you doing?" I scream as I watch in bewilderment. What do I know, though? Cherry executes a near-perfect sweep with her Katana and one of the mummies collapses into two pieces, spine severed just above the hips.
Then it all goes wrong.
I'm desperately parrying and trying to pull my combat-drunk compatriots up the stairs and behind me, while a couple of the ancient warped unlife are slashing at my legs on the stairs. Thank Cay for leg greaves. Then one pounds me in the fruits and a deep clenching ache spreads through my guts, stunning me. I have no idea what happens for the next few seconds, but regain focus with an injured Numal and Cherry back to safety. Sylke's Wind Wall has slowed the bastards a bit, enough to aid the extraction.
The grim business begins again.
"Hold them big guy", shouts Ugnan from behind me, "we'll take them on two at a time". I've no idea how we're going to do that, but seconds later a wooden barrier springs up in the midst of the fight on the stairs, isolating two mummies from the main threat!
We do some grim work on the two mummies trapped our side of the wall, Tarnak's Axe bludgeoning chunks off the mummy in front of me. Sharna flings mummies around like she's on the training square, while Sylke frazzles them with a bolt of fire. Cherry and Numal are a constant threat with arrows biting home in the press.
They're down. One head, skull crushed by the axe lolls to one side, dead eye sockets looking at me in judgment. "Piss off. You made your choices." A back heel spins the head around and the sightless eyes turn out of view.
Ugnan shouts again. "They'll be through the wood soon. Everyone get ready." He hands me a draft of Rewk and the sweet, spicy taste reaches soothing fingers of warmth into my bruised legs. Ugnan grunts as he transfers Numal's wounds to himself. Mad bastard.
Sharna, Numal, Cherry and I form a crescent around the choke point at the top of the stairs and, with a thundering crash, the wood wall finally disintegrates. I change my tactics and attempt to parry most of the attacks to protect Numal. They don't stand a chance and eventually our superior numbers and tactics take care of the remaining three mummies.
Breath heaving in my chest I slump to the floor, feeling old, and wipe sweat from my eyes, every ounce of the two-hundred or more pounds of metal I'm carrying adding to the burning of tired muscles.
After a short few minutes to catch our breath and tend to the nicks and scrapes of combat we search the mausoleum but turn up nothing, before Ugnan discovers a well-hidden door behind a sarcophagus. We search in vain for an opening mechanism, however, and draw a blank.

Report Date

10 Jun 2019

Primary Location

Aranmor