They party descended the stairs before them, and as the darkness parted before their lanterns, they fell to their knees as they saw what awaited them. A sight that would never leave them, which would be burned inside their brains for all their life.
It was once a man – a tall man, in truth, and powerfully built from its broad shoulders. Now it was a mere shell, tattered clothes wrapped around it to retain its form, ancient bones peaking through from beneath. Around its waist it wore a fine purple cloth edged in gold. Across its chest hung a glorious breastplate, blue-black and glossy in the torchlight, shapes picked out in gold upon it. Matching bracers and greaves protected the limbs, and upon its head was a helm with similar markings. A golden cobra reared up from the helms crest, while a black scarab perched below that just above the nose. But through the eyes they saw a red gleam and knew something peered our from that metallic facade. In its hands the creature held a crook and a flail, which the Necromancer knew for the symbol of the Nehekharan kings. At its sides it bore two long swords with odd, curving blades. The party shuddered at the sight of them and were grateful they remained in their jeweled scabbards.
As they stared, unable to move, the creature stalked towards them, its movements an odd mixture of frailty and strength, hesitation and grace. Both the Witch Hunter and the Necromancer could feel their blood drain as it neared, and they knew their life was at an end. Then it stopped, mere paces away, and raised its crook.
“Rise” it whispered, its voice cracked and hoarse but still powerful, and with a shiver the recognized in the back of their mind the times they had studied the Midnight Scroll. And even knowing its origins they could not resist that voice’s power. They both did as instructed and rose to their feet.
“Now” the creature said, leaning towards them, hands rising to cross the crook and the flail against its armoured chest. “tell me, mortals – why have you invaded the tomb of the Death Scarab and disturbed my eternal rest?”
The Necromancer took a step forward. His mouth was dry, his tongue like a block of wood. He could feel the blood humming through his veins and knew the creature heard it as well. He knew his words might be all that stood between him and the same damnation he had seen stalking the rest of the tomb.
Still the creature waited, though something in its stance conveyed impatience. At last, knowing he could stall no longer, the Necromancer opened his mouth, wet his lips as best he could, and began to speak.
In the episode the Necromancer Leopold Schatterman and the Witch Hunter Karl Van Hal discoveres a hidden passage under the throne in the Court Room, and soon find themselves in the Treassure Chamber. After consulting with the Liche Priest back in his resting chamber, they invoke ancient rites of the Mortuary Cult in order to not anger the guardians of the room, and though the room is filled with gold, gems and valuables they resist the temptation to loot the place. Many wonders fill the place, including a throne made out of solid gold, inlaid with perfect rubies all over. Chests full of ancient gold. Caskets of Jewelry, Solid gold statues. Objects made of pure gemstones bound together with gold, and even a massive battle axe with a jeweled shaft, gold coil handle and a massive solid diamond blade.
The party discovers a passage leading further down and they reach the entrance to the crypt. Here they remove a warding amulet that seems to prevent undeads from passing. Pressing further in they discover a crude map that in detail lay out the area and cities around Vitrolle. Fully up to date. How can this be?
Finally the party move down the stairs to the resting place of the Liche King. The Black Scarab already awake stand to meet them. After explaining their purpse and declaring their loyality, they accept positions as commanders in the army of the Liche King. Their new power is soon challenged as Marius von Tuchtenhagen and his party confront the Liche King.
It comes to battle where Leopold and Karl in service of the Liche King slay Marius and his group of adventurers.
Karl renounce his faith to Sigmar and is adopted into the Nehekharan faith.