Exploring the Red Mountain dungeons… from the Chalice of Mystery

Ravenna did not detect the next pressure trap- the loose stone another twenty feet down the passage- sleep gas filled a twenty foot area of the passage. Ravenna shared the natural resistance to Magick common to elves, but the sleep gas was not Magick- it was a poison. Ravenna, Spech, Foutte, Firiniel, and Knuth fell asleep. Knarra and Selyag watched them closely. None developed labored breathing. The gas cleared in a few minutes. Roscoe yawned three times but no one else was affected.
Knarra went to Knuth and awakened the assassin with a Cure Poison Spell. She in turn revived Ravenna, Spech, Foutte, and Firiniel. The characters were groggy but otherwise no worse for wear.
Knuth muttered something about a heavy footed elf. Ravenna’s keen ears heard the remark and turned red. She muttered expletives in elfish that only Firiniel and Knarra understood.
“Do you get the feeling that somebody doesn’t want us or anyone else coming this way?” Rabe noted.
“That’s exactly why we must keep going,” Knarra urged.
Knuth found the fourth trap. It was fifty feet further along the passage and was another pressure trap; he triggered the trap.
A ten by twenty foot high door opened on the right side of the passage, and a mummified giant armed with a two handed sword lumbered into the hallway. Rotting rags wrapped the sixteen foot high creature. An overpowering stench of death filled the air.
The mummy ripped the enormous blade through the air. Rabe and Tyllmon parried the blow with their shields. Arrows fired by Firiniel and Ravenna did not harm the abomination. The fighters’ blades did little more than raise a moldy cloud of dust. Knarra and Roscoe knew that mummies were not affected by cold, poison, or charm spells. Knarra cast “Harm” and Roscoe cast “Fire”- both spells were extremely effective against the mummified giant. Roscoe cast a second “Fire” spell. Knuth lit a torch and threw it onto the moldy rags that covered the mummy- the combined fires consumed the monster. The air in the passage was now very foul. All members of the party started coughing. Everyone experienced chills and weakness.
“Disease! We are afflicted,” Roscoe moaned.
Knarra reached into her robes and removed eighteen phials. She uttered an incantation and touched her staff to each phial. The clear liquid changed to amber.