The Pyramids of Hertfordshire, episode 2

Pren­tiss dodges a mum­my; April accel­er­ates its collapse.


25th March 2010.

Dramatis Personae


As Lady Anto­nia head­ed off to locate the verg­er to inform him of the grave rob­bery, the rest of the team slow­ly became aware of a throb­bing vibra­tion in the ground and of a green glow from above the hill. With the fog and mud mak­ing it impos­si­ble to make out much in the way of details, they inves­ti­gat­ed, head­ing back up to the woods in search of clear­er air and firmer ground.

Pren­tiss pressed on ahead as the main group got caught up in mud and a tan­gle of roots and, sep­a­rat­ed from the rest of team, found him­self con­front­ed by a strange­ly-asep­tic smelling fig­ure. Turn­ing his torch on the fig­ure’s face, he found him­self con­front­ed by a hor­rif­ic sight: a dry, crum­bling, parch­ment-like vis­age wrapped in yel­low­ing ban­dages. Pan­ick­ing as the fig­ure took an ungain­ly swipe at him, he hit at it with his cud­gel and ran back to the group, near­ly top­pled by a pow­er­ful blow as he went.

Miss Spit mag­i­cal­ly-illu­mi­nat­ed the scene as he returned, imme­di­ate­ly regret­ting it as the crea­ture lum­bered into view, now clear­ly iden­ti­fi­able as an ani­mat­ed Egypt­ian mum­my. Marsh was imme­di­ate­ly immo­bilised by the shock, but the rest recov­ered and a con­fused bat­tle ensued. Pren­tiss let fly with his blun­der­bus and Cur­ruthers leapt for­ward with his sword­stick, stab­bling it through the chest. Marsh recov­ered from his bout of sick­ness and ran around to attack from behind with his dag­gers. Nobody seemed to have much effect, as blades slipped eas­i­ly through the ban­daged with­out dis­turb­ing them and bul­lets passed through with lit­tle impact, until Pren­tiss realised that fire might work. He opened and emp­tied a car­tridge of black pow­der over the crea­ture, just as Miss Sharpe final­ly got her mys­te­ri­ous weapon to work, dis­charg­ing a cor­ro­sive sub­stance at the mum­my. This react­ed with the crea­ture’s preser­v­a­tives and it caught fire, encour­aged by the black pow­der. A sec­ond blast put it out of the run­ning for good, although Miss Sharpe’s weapon then prompt­ly failed with a spec­tac­u­lar show­er of sparks and a wor­ry­ing grind­ing noise.


Mak­ing up for the pre­vi­ous ses­sion’s lack of action, this was basi­cal­ly an all-out fight. The mum­my had the upper hand until the play­ers fig­ured out how to dam­age it, where­upon it went down quite fast. This was basi­cal­ly the plan. I had no urges to fudge the dice rolls, which was quite pleasing!