We escaped the undead dragon and found ourselves back in the crypt of the ancient kings of the vale. All was quiet for the moment. A few of us took up defensive positions at the door while the rest spread out and moved cautiously towards the alter at the front of the crypt. The last time we had investigated this place we fled a creature of darkness that sent chills up my spine and left several of us injured and slow to recover for days. In the back of my mind I couldn’t help but think that it was odd that an acid breathing undead dragon was now menacing us as well, but we needed to try and discover what had happened to Lady Saldor so I put the thought from my mind for the moment.
Soon after entering the crypt Varis called a halt, he thought he saw someone lying on the floor, behind a column. Benus went to investigate. I kept watch at the door, a tension building within me and waited. And then it happened, like it seems to always happen. A shriek from outside and the doors shuddered. The undead dragon apparently wasn’t done with us and was trying to get in. I readied myself for the attack. Faintly, in the background, behind the shrieks of the dragon and the banging on the door I heard shouts from my companions. “Watch out Benus” someone shouted, I heard Moonglum’s strange chanting and caught the sight of strange lights from the corner of my eye, “Don’t let it touch you” someone yelled, “Where did it go”, “Watch the columns”. The door seemed to be holding for now so I turned my attention, and just in time. A small wispy creature of death was repositioning itself to attack Moonglum, who had retreated back towards me. I surprised the thing and killed it. And it was quiet again.
And just as quickly our world went from calm to chaos in the blink of an eye. With no one watching the door, it suddenly burst open, shattering into pieces. A gush of acid spewed into the crypt spattering onto Moonglum while most of us were clear of the path. Darkness filled the doorway, and just as soon as it did a burst of unnatural daylight sprang forth and we could see again. Badger and I rushed to the dragon to try and keep it from gaining entry too far into the crypt. The rest of the companions would have to deal with the undead creature that haunted this place. With the beast confined to the building Badger and I were making a good go of keeping the beast at bay. I think we may have even been gaining the advantage. Unfortunately, one of its claws slipped past my plate mail and caught my flesh. I suddenly felt a strange sensation fill my bones. I couldn’t move! My body was paralyzed, but my mind took in all around me. Badger continued pressing the dragon, I heard shouts again; “help him, he’s down”, “watch out”. Soon I saw Varis join the fight with the dragon, and suddenly I could move again. Unfortunately it seemed that the rest of the party had not done well against the deathly visage. Before I could re-engage the dragon the spectral hands of the undead creature reached out from a nearby wall to try and grasp me. I dodged out of the way and rushed to engage the dragon again. It seemed we had it on the run and I did not want to let it escape.
I should know by now that things rarely go the way you plan, or want them to. The damned undead dragon escaped us, just when it seemed we may have been getting the better of it. Alacry had gone down and I dragged her back into the crypt. We would have to worry about the dragon another day. I rushed to the front of the crypt where the rest of the party had been dealing with the undead specter. Moonglum was lying on the floor, haggard and tired looking, his hand raised as if he had just finished directing those strange arcane energies he uses. Benus looked pale as death, and was wobbling up to his feet, leaning heavily against a column to keep his balance. Badger was bent over on a knee, recovering as well. There were potion bottles laying on the floor, and all of them looked as if they had just nearly seen death delivered upon them. And then I saw the body of Lady Saldor. It was the body that Varis had seen first. Checking her over we found she was dead, and no clues as to what she may have discovered here.
We needed to rest so I took charge. Barricade the entrance, set up watch, and hope that whatever new powers that Benus was discovering that he had could help mend our party back together. Aside from a pack of those damnable zombies we were able to rest and regroup. Searching the rest of the crypt we found nothing. So back to the White Keep we decided was the next step.
Orc balls and Ogres teeth! I am beginning the hate dragons. We had been making our way back to the White Keep when that undead dragon descended from the skies again to attack us. And it did not go well. Again I felt that there was some similarity in the tactics that this dragon used that were similar to the black dragon we had faced in the mountains of Khundrakar. We fought it as best we could, but it was smart. And again shortly after engaging it the zombies appeared adding more danger to our already perilous fight. We did our best to gain the advantage but we never did. Even after Moonglum imbued Badger and me with the ability to fly, we could not keep up with the dragon. The undead began to overwhelm the rest of the party on the ground and it was all we could do to stay alive. We finally ran off the dragon, and killed enough of the zombies so that we could at least retreat to the relative safety of the keep. I begin to tire of these cat and mouse games, especially since we seem to be the mice.