Further exploration lead them into a long room with octagonal burial alcoves along the walls. They were filled with broken bones. Near the eastern wall was a stone statue, chipped and broken.
The pirates stationed Bargle to keep watch near the entrance, while the torch-bearers provided light for the rest to search the alcoves.
Bargle’s screams disrupted their search. He was cut down by skeletons that moved silently into the chamber. They bore shields and carried swords. When they raised their weapons and advanced a gem embedded in their foreheads glowed a deep blue.
With Bargle dead their previous strategy of filtering adversaries through a doorway was shot to hell.
Kay: I have Hengest. He can turn them.
Hengest held up his holy symbol, but the powers of chaos in this place were draining. The skeletons did not halt their advance. Hengest was cut down, before he could cry out to the god that failed him.
Baz: We’re dead.
Sea Axe: Let’s go down fighting.
The weapons of the undead clashed against the weapons of the living. Bones cracked on both sides. It seemed the tide was turning, but in who’s favor? . . [ »»»]