From the Chronicles of Athon Bewick

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One of the more unusual occurrences that can happen is to observe your own body through someone else's eyes. Nothing can prepare you for the bewilderment and initial confusion that can befall you when such a thing happens. So it was, I was looking through the eyes of Gregg, and he was looking at his own body through my own eyes. Stranger of all was the axe, when I had tried to wield it before I felt it was a cumbersome weapon, not the sort of thing I had been trained to wield but now it felt strangely comforting. As ever there was little time for thought as we were still in the middle of pitched battle, thankfully Gregg's body was back under independent control and we as a group returned to the task at hand, fraught that it was. The remaining creatures were finished off in short order and our minds returned to our own bodies. As dangerous as the encounter had been it had rewarded us with some new armour and weapons that the group busily equipped themselves with. There was now only one room left to search, and little did we know what awaited us.

Entering a new room there is always trepidation and care if you were Zyanne, or seeing if you could rip the door from the hinges if you were Gregg (of course Aradon and Delamor might have tried to talk the door open but that is another story). As soon as we entered we saw stumbling shapes wrapped in bandages approaching us, a scuttle of some kind of beetle scarab and a hovering skull all aflame bearing down. We got down to the task at hand, we had fought dragons and demons and had come through with all limbs intact, what could these creatures offer us?

The shock felt when Aradon expired was palpable, a momentary pause as if the world had drawn breath and held it, but it did not and soon myself and Delamor were on the way to joining him in the afterlife, only to be dragged back in the scant nick of time. The combat dragged on, far too long that it should have or that we expected it to but soon all of our enemies were vanquished. There was a lot of treasure in that room, Delamor could barely hide his glee at an orb, Gregg tried to look sophisticated by wearing a monocle but it wasn't really fooling anyone at that stage.

Nought could be done for Aradon at that stage so we picked him up and we carried our fallen comrade back to the Monastery. On the way, both myself and Zyanne started to fall ill, could it be that we had been infected by something from the Mummies?

The Monastery was over the next hill, our worries would have to wait until then.