An unspeakable ceremony

Leaning around the corner, you manage to catch sight of a long shadow flickering against the wall. Luckily, the figure isn't looking in your direction, making observation much easier. Much to your surprise, the stranger appears to be human. Of course, appearances can be deceiving, but what an appearance it is!

She must be at least a foot taller than yourself, a mane of raven hair cascading down her back, to ripple against the sheer white of her flowing robes. The shadow of torchlight dances against her dark bronze skin, and for just a few fleeting seconds, you forget that she could even be a threat.

That is, until you notice the silver dagger clutched tightly in her fist, the polished blade twinkling with crimson. But if there's no one else here, whose blood could it be? Almost regretfully, you manage to tear your eyes off of the mysterious woman long enough to take in the rest of the chamber. Directly in front of the woman stands a pedestal, upon which is perched a very large, very old book.Whatever's going on in there, it's not good.

Leaning a tiny bit further, you managed to catch a glimpse at the page, only to find it riddled with strange runes and pictographs. Your ancient Egyptian might be a little rusty, but you can make out just enough of them to grasp the arcane contents of the grim tome. Surely it's not The Book of the Dead? If such a thing did truly exist, the Paisley academy would have it under maximum security!

But if this is a book of fell magics, just what is she trying to accomplish here? Slowly, your eyes continue their sweep of the room, before your gaze settles on a rather large Sarcophagus. Judging by the shining material that it's crafted from, this isn't the resting place of just any peasant. Silently, you curse your luck, you already know exactly what waits within the polished tomb.

A Mummy.

However lovely she may be, this stranger is tampering with the darkest of forces, and must be stopped! As if on queue, the chanting starts, the ritual has already begun. Slowly a blueish mist begins to seep into the chamber, swirling about the air as it creeps ever closer to the slumbering Pharaoh. You have to act fast, the ritual isn't finished yet! There has to be something you can do to interrupt the spell.

Not far from the doorway, you spot a gleaming scepter, topped with a bejeweled Ankh. Carefully, you draw closer before, reaching out to seize the staff. It would seem that the sound of that madwoman's chanting has covered your footsteps, either that or she's simply in a trance. But it pays off, you have your scepter. Not only is it a priceless artifact, but it would certainly pack a punch if swung as a weapon.

The only problem being, there's more than one target, and not allot of time. If you attack the witch, the spell might just fizzle out. Of course, destroying the wrapped wretch would eliminate any chances of reviving him, but you'd still have to deal with that enchanting enchantress. Silently, you make up your mind, before charging forward, prepared to strike.