Pools Of The Ancient Dead (MediEvil: Resurrection)

Pools of the Ancient Dead
General information
Chalice	Yes
Enemies	Ghouls, Armoured Knights, Undead Warriors
Chronological information
Previous level	Enchanted Forest
Next level	Scurvy Docks

Location on Land Map
Enchanted Forest
	↖
Scurvy Docks	←
		↓
		Haunted Ruins

"The Pools of the Ancient Dead. You didn't know the ancient dead played pool, did you. Everyone has to have a hobby, you know."

Pools of the Ancient Dead is a level in MediEvil: Resurrection.

Fortune

"Ahhhh.....I see you Mr skullhead, journeying tru a vast marshland. You aint got no wellies on FOOLISH boy! My my my this is a very SAD PLACE, Lots of brave man lose their life. A legion o' restless souls wanders round moaning - it's like a sponsored walk for ghosts. The man called Death can't cope with the work load, he's gonna break down if he don't chill out soon! Now listen, you must seek out de objects de Reaper man need before we're all up to our armpits in ghoulies. Not a nice thought!" ― The Voodoo Witch

Dan's Private Journal entry

CATCHING UP WITH MR DEATH

After my recent travails, I was relieved to bump into my old mucker Death. But my cheery greeting died on my lips - or where I used to keep my lips, anyway - when he gave me some frankly horrific news. He expects me to journey through the poos of the Ancient Dead. And to think I just had my boots Brasso'd.

Slight confusion. Apparently it's the POOLS of the Ancient Dead. That's much better - I suppose. But I'll tell you this for nothing: 100 years festering in a box does nothing for your hearing.

I don't believe the cheek of the bloke! I'm running errands for Death, now. I thought he had tiny elves for that sort of thing! He says he'll take me to the Haunted Ruins if I can collect up the pieces of his recently exploded robot mortality-monger and free his impounded boat.

After all that faffing about, Death's done the dirty on me. Apparently, thanks to Zarok, the Haunted Ruins are now encircled with lava so there's no point going. Didn't want to go in his stupid boat anyway.

Luckily, Al, a.k.a. The Voice From The Socket, may have come up with an idea, for once - instead of his usual stream of half-remembered Middle Eastern claptrap and jokes about dromedaries. He says that the Dragon King on Dragon Island may have a set of magical fireproof armour.

Oh cheers, Death. Instead of lending a hand after I worked my fingers to the bone for him, he blithely announces he'll wait upstream for us, on the off-chance we get back with the retardant suit. Way to go, Charlie Hustle.