Lyan, still weakened, tries to keep on the move.
Rothel grows worried, as these last two mummies seem resilient to all of the attacks lobbed at them as of late. He is refreshed little by the rain that washes over him. His spirit moves protectively closer to him, and strikes out at the mummy he now hovers over. Then lends some of his spirit to his current form.
Rahz-Ahk floats above M4's head and claws fruitlessly. The creature is stronger than one might imagine from its bedraggled appearance.
"Is this obsidian?" The archaeologist knocks on the bench behind him.
"Ooh, expensive," he appraises, while loading another bolt.
Successful identification of the table gives Norrin a needed boost and his arrow terminates M4. As the mummy falls, its spirit can be seen fleeing the tomb as it speeds towards the Shadowfell.
M5 remains upright and resolute, hurling its curse at everyone except the unseen half-orc.
Lisbarr concentrates as hard as he can to try to make some difference to the fight. He makes sure that the remaining mummy is in his disadvantage zone and tries to make him even more vulnerable.
"Well then. Now we'll see...".
Lisbarr finally finds his form and drops his zone over M5. He follows up with a blast of debilitating power.
Akemi calmly transfers her Oath to M5 and follows up with an attack that bloodies the undead.
Lyan stays in place and lets his flail do the moving, elongating and swinging harmlessly near the remaining mummy. Still, his hobgoblin fortitude lets him shrug off the weakness.
Lyan is feeling the effects of the Mummy Rot more than he realised. With Lisbarr's zone in place, the attack comes tantalisingly close to hitting M5, but it isn't quite good enough.
Rothel moves up beside Lyan, as Rahz-ahk rushes around behind Akemi to a place on the other side of the mummy, hoping to try and block it off. As he moves, Rothel also moves his zone to center on the one remaining enemy, before Rahz-Ahk strikes out uselessly once again.
Norrin pops out from behind the round table and fires at the last mummy.
Without skipping a beat, he draws his sunblade and closes to finish the job.
There is an abrupt tearing sound as Norrin's blades rip the encasing bandages apart and the last mummy collapses. The room falls silent as the dust settles again, broken only by Lyan attempting to suppress his Mummy induced cough.
"Not before time," Lyan mutters. "The plan was for you to leave the room, then let them try to tag me when I followed."
The hobgoblin's grumbling degenerates into a hacking cough.
Rothel gets a sour look on his face, "I understand that that was the plan you cooked up as you ran into the room swinging. I also understand that I was in the process of making my way through, but did not get far before at least one person required healing. I say that it is doubtful that anything that is willing to fight, and powered by the fuel of necrotic energies, will just leave off if we kindly pass only taking in the scenery. They are tireless abominations, in a place given power by evil. We cannot always just wander by unmolested. If they rise, then often our only recourse is to put them back to rest so they are unable to come upon us as we deal with another threat at a different time, or wake us from what we thought was safe slumber." He starts looking over Lyan's injuries, "Now let me see what I can do about this infection, it looks to be festering."
Lyan accedes to Rothel's healing -- if not with good grace, at least not so poorly as to keep arguing.
Akemi lifts her mask and chants a short sutra to Ioun before breathing deeply and restoring herself.
Lisbarr offers to perform a ritual to cure Lyan, but needs to be at full health himself or it might end up as the one being killed.
"Let me see if I can do anything."
"OK now please try to stand still, and anyone who wants to help, do so. This may hurt..."
Lisbarr looks at Lyan and tries to find where the root of the disease might lie. He grunts, says something rude in elvish, then sits down abruptly.
"Sorry, didn't go as well as I thought it might...! Are you still OK?". He turns to Rothel. "Er... maybe you can heal him a bit more while we all look for treasure?"
Lisbarr's ritual is potent indeed. Hardy though he is, Lyan collapses under the impact. He is now a perfectly healthy, but very unconscious, hobgoblin.
Rothel, taking the time to relax as Lisbarr performs his ritual, stands up as Lyan gets drained by the result. He summons forth the eneries of the spirit world to revive the hobgoblin, as nearby Akemi gets the bleed off emanating from Rahz-Ahk. Stopping long enough regather his strength, he delves once again into feeding spirit energy into Lyan, but this time he himself gets more of the bleed off from his companion.
Lyan jerks and collapses under Lisbarr's healing, then comes around under Rothel's ministrations. Sitting up swiftly, he looks around and sees the chaos in the room and the remnants of Lisbarr's ritual. Flexing his limbs tentatively, the hobgoblin decides he is indeed restored.
"Thank you both. Now, what next?"
"Oh, any time..."
Lisbarr has been casting his eye around the room to see if there might be anything useful.
Among the items left on the table, Lisbarr spots some useful residuum and something small and shiny.
At a rough guess, the half-elf thinks the residuum is worth about 1,000gp.
"Comrades' Succor!" Shouts the half-orc as he finally remembers the name of the ritual he was thinking of.
"I remember a ritual where the participants link hands to form a large circle around the subject to transfer their vitality to 'em. Does anyone know it?"
Glint, glint
Norrin cautiously approaches the small, shiny object; aware that all that glitters is not gold, but horrible, cursed, mummy gold.
The glinting object appears at first to be jewellery of some kind, but closer inspection reveals that it is a key.
Among the bandages, remnants of sacred oils and scraps of parchment, one complete scroll can be seen. Appropriately enough, it removes affliction.
Lisbarr takes the residuum and adds it to his collection.
"Ah, a key..? It must unlock something. They usually do."
"Shall we move on?"
Progressing down the corridor, you once again see that the terrain around you is changing. The oily, necrotic feel that pervaded the chamber of the mummys is steadily replaced by an eerie, greenish light. Slick moss makes the going treacherous.
Ahead lies a small square chamber, the floor embedded with softly lit golden runes and around the corner you can just see lapping water. Lisbarr's paranoia detects no immediate threat from the runes.
"Runes? Whose bailiwick are those?"
Rothel looks into the runes, speaking with his spirits for guidance.
Rothel moves closer and examines the runes. They are reluctant to give up their secrets, but he is aware that the golden mist positively churns with arcane power.