The two stood side by side at the door to what they assumed was the real tomb, as the one above was a ruse. Before them, in a narrow room ten feet wide and twenty feet deep, stood a lone chest, closed. Although there was likely nothing within it, for upon it and all around it lay treasure: gold coins, gems, diamonds, and other rich accoutrements.
The thing was, there was no actual tomb, no sarcophagus, no coffin. What made it the real tomb was the skull with two pink ruby eyes sitting upon the chest. Although it could’ve been mistaken for a simple adornment, the dagger driven into the opposite corner of the chest gave it away. Pinned by the dagger was a scroll bearing the note, “Here lies Acererak.”
“Do you think anything will happen?”
“Waddaya mean?”
“Well, if I touch it, touch the skull, will anything happen?”
Thoughts raced through their minds as they contemplated the challenges they had endured to get to this point: arduous puzzles, traps, and of course, the undead.
‘Nah, it’s just a skull on a box.”
“Well then, if that’s the case, you touch it first.”
He balanced on one foot, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder, lifting his right foot, extending it, and pointing his toe towards a single gold coin that had fallen away from the treasure
He nudged it.
The skull flew into the air, a voice booming, no rasping, from every direction and the skull at once
“This, my friends, is the moment everything changes.”
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