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Stamina 20

For the second time that day, Sherry watched Jake walk down the corridor, adn for the second time that day something inside stung.

The pleasure that oozed out of the words made Sherry shudder.

Yes. I just.. She didn't even bother to sigh. She simply desummoned her weapon, and walked down the corridor, lost in thought.

Stamina 18

It might have been for the best, though. Tripping kept her from falling into the pit a few more paces ahead.

Stamina 14

After a few moments, Sherry was on the move again. She should probably find Jake. Now might not be the best time for such talks, but...


She hadn't wanted to go down that fast. Nor run that fast. But open pits full of undead snakes could make a girl do all kinds of things she hadn't wanted to before.

Stamina 12

Dead end.

At least it wasn't a snake pit.

gaia_crown [ Round 3: You reach a clearing, and you are finally on the bottommost floor of The Ancient Necropolis. The air is hotter still, here, and there is an odd mist clouding your view except for a few scant feet in front of you. The walls are lined with a number of sarcophagi, and a large pool of water lays somewhere in here. Even the slightest of wrong moves will wake the malevolent undead, so be wary.
- All players must roll 1d10.
- If any player rolls a 4 this is instant death/dissipation/Fear shields are ZERO and you need to use pendant to retreat back home.
- Otherwise match your rolls to the results:
1: Instant death. (Just for you, return to Round 1). A sarcophagus abruptly opens and a bandaged, rotted hand strikes out and drags you into the musky darkness of the ancient mummy's resting place, slowly sapping your life force until you dissipate/pendant out.
2: Nothing happens. You hear the scuttling of scarabs in the distance, and something touches the back of your neck. When you look, nothing is there.
3: - 50% of your remaining HP. A mummy shambles out from its casket, its eyes glowing violet-- it mutters an ancient incantation from a civilization long dead, draining you of health before it turns into dust, blowing away even though there is no wind.
4: Instant death (for everyone, game over). A swarm of flesh-eating scarabs have followed you through the labyrinth, and descend upon your entire party without mercy. Some are as large as a medium sized dog, their carapaces the colour of blood.
5: Nothing happens. A horrible stench comes from the direction you're going: of something dead and rotting and it's fresh. If you're an undead, you are unaffected, and just sort of think it smells like summer.
6: Extra roll penalty. The tile of crumbling stone you're standing on sinks down, triggering a soft click. A noxious gas floods your lungs, pungent and mould coloured. You are paralysed, and must roll a total of FOUR times before you can escape.
7: - 50% of your remaining HP. All light is suddenly diminished, even that of glowing bodies/weapons. A groaning rises up from beneath you, rattling in the chest of whatever is making that sound. You book it, but you're too slow: the mummy has caught you, latching onto your head and shoulder area, sapping your life force.
8: Nothing happens. Literally nothing: it's a relief. Better hurry on.
9: -50% of your remaining HP. You continue through the clearing to find a large pool of black water with a single path cutting through it. No matter if you try to wade through the water or take the path, a rotted naga rises from the water, fangs bared in a snarl. It lunges for you, sinking its fangs into your flesh. Lucky for you, their poison ran out a long, long time ago, and you manage to get away.
10: Teleported back to Round 1. All you hear is a whisper of a curse in your mind before you are whisked back to the beginning of The Ancient Necropolis, a warning lingering in your mind to leave. Now.

- All players need to roll 3 times to make it to the next round EACH.
- That is, unless you roll a 6, then you have to roll a total of FOUR times.
- If you die and come back to Round 3, it does not carry over.)
- If you roll multiple 6s, the number never goes higher than four.

The stinging bit of sadness that had followed Sherry down the corridor flared into a tiny spark of anger at Jake's words. She barely had time to scowl at him, and Armagnac barely had time to encourage the feeling, before another more rational part of her brain called her out on her anger. What exactly did she have to be angry about? Nothing. She wasn't angry. She was scared. Scared of Armagnac being right.

"Jake, I-"she'd taken one step towards him when she saw the things move. Sherry froze. Dead things that moved weren't really dead. They were undead. She shouldn't be afraid of undead....Images of bodies flashed through her mind, and Sherry shuddered. Jake fell and Sherry forgot about the mummy.

Jake was on one knee, but Sherry being at his back she couldn't tell much more than that. She was at his side a moment later, moving to his front to have a look at him, her hands first on his shoulders and then in his hair as she looked him in the face. Was he hurt? Or was that only tired shock on his face? She was on her own knees now, her own face covered in terror and worry.

She didn't glance at the mummy, perhaps she had noticed it was no longer a threat? Likely she was simply so worried she'd forgotten about it.

"Jake. Jake I--" The terror on her face was giving way to relief; Jake seemed alright. Her hands moved again as she flung her arms around him and squeezed. "I--"

Sherry stiffened as a voice crawled and echoed in her mind. A voice that did not belong there. It whispered.

And then Sherry was alone with hundreds of dead scarabs.

Leave.

If the same thing happened to her as it did me, she's probably just at the entrance. RELAX.

He took a step forward, and felt the tile enough him sink down with a click.
Oh... crap.
Noxious gas hissed out from the crack, making him choke.
D-dammit, this whole place was booby-trapped...

Jake: 18
Sherry: 27