Having recovered from our brutal prior session, we were hell bent to cleanse the evil that we'd been battling (and get fucking paid). We'd hired some thief henches to help us with the many traps of the Tomb of Amonkhet (or whatever the BBEG's name is) and spent quite a bit of time chit chatting and catching Zimon up to speed after his absence.
The BBEG was a Lawful Crusader turned mummy through poor/corrupt/inept embalming practices in a notEgyptian tomb bloated with corporate bureaucracy as indicated by power point presentations, safety regs, and dubious PPE. Someone's expressing their frustrations with RL corporate life. Originally we thought to cleanse the evil of the place through some sinkhole or something, but it appeared that the evil was the HR policy writers that ruined the company along the way. If there was no hub of evil, there might still be treasure, and we had yet to GET PAID FOR OUR EFFORTS. Inexcusable.
Off we set on fresh mounts, with fresh trap fodder, into the wilds of the Dreadwood. Some burnouts interrupted our progress briefly, I gave them the ultimatum I give all such, and Cassian preached at em to get right with Pelor. They didn't actually have anything on them, much to Zimon's disappointment, so we let them go with stern warnings. The elf patrol we met next we set after the hippies to encourage them to move along.
The graves around the mausoleum had all been dug up by scarabs. They weren't graves at all! Turns out they had the canopic jars of the mummy lord stashed away in plain sight basically and all indication was that he had collected his improperly preserved organs and flown/teleported/disappeared from the edge of the property. We wracked our brains for ways to track him down and came up empty, so into the tomb we went.
The thieves did their job well as we searched over every inch of the place. Benny the Thief was lost to a falling rock trap, paralyzing him from the neck down. Oof. We pulled him out and laid him with the fallback group to be restored upon our victorious return to civilization, or Lijiang, whichever came first. Tia the Other Thief led us through the remainder of the dungeon skillfully.
We picked up some fresh unused canopic jars and some tomes from a library in the hopes of using them to track down the BBEG. We sat through a magical power point presentation and learned a little about the organization that ran the joint before everything went tits up. Finally we came to what appeared to be the final room of the dungeon. Unfortunately it was infinitely large, both wide and deep, at least to our ability to scout.
Football fields left and right, massive giant columns at least 500ft tall as supports, and running low on session time. We poked around as best we could, Zimon and his mage hench Aunt B trying to scout some with magic. Tia fell into a coma from falling off a magic staircase that the mage produced to interact with one of the columns and we had to bounce.
We arrived in elf town empty handed. Again. We'll throw some magic at the thieves to get them back in action but they're probably down for a while. We've got some things our studious folk can hopefully use to research some additional information. This nut will crack, eventually. Let's hope it's worth it.
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