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"Zombies!" Nelossë calls out.
Nelossë calls out to the room, "Call off your minions. Give us the Lady and we'll leave you in peace."
Nelossë moves to attack the caster, bringing her glaive down in a whirling arc.
Droguk begins walking back towards the door the party entered the lodge from. Just as he begins walking past the main fireplace he both hears Nelosses yell and sees the fallen bodies of the parties slain foes rising back up from the ground. All of them still carry the grievous wounds that took their lives but none-the-less they stand with awkward, jerking motions.
Nelossë calls out to the room, "Call off your minions. Give us the Lady and we'll leave you in peace." But only the groans of the dea
The arcane words being called out seem to crawl over your mind with a foul oily touch. You recognize the necromancy as a spell of animate dead, an evil magic that robs the dead of their dignified rest and drives them to rise up as an unholy blot upon the beauty of the living world.
If there is one benefit to these poor souls being raised it is that the act of casting his spell has revealed the villains presence. You astute hearing gives you the sense he's somewhere in the middle of the room, perhaps behind the wall of undeath.
Moving about the trophy room looking for any information that might give you a sense for the mens motives you note a hollow thump beneath your feet as you cross the bearskin rug that dominates the floor. Kicking it aside reveals a locked trap door. Your contemplation of this discovery is interrupted by Nelosses yell from the other room.
Listening beneath the trap door you hear a thump as someone walks directly above the door. Suddenly rays of light shine down from the gaps in the wood as whatever covered the door is drawn back.
The skeltal form makes itself known. Kobad is taken a bit by surprise but gathers his senses quickly and a small ball of flame appears in his hand and he hurls it at the skeleton.
he then backs down the stairs a couple of steps back to the first floor
The ball of fire flies true striking and washing over the skeleton. The air about it sizzles for a moment as the flames meet the super cooled air. The instant passes when the skeletons bones crack and shatter releasing a blast of cold before falling to the ground.
Your charge nods in approval at your fiery, if most likely futile, defiance. The shadowy light allows you to make out the look of resolve as it settles across the Ladys features.
Droguk emits a low, guttural growl of irritation as he notices the undead. Continuing his movement to the nearest one, he brings his axe toward it in one big overhand chop.
Droguk steps forward and slices into one of the zombies putting it back onto the ground, hopefully for good.
Kogar moves up behind Droguk and hurls a chunk of ice at one of the zombies.
The blow hits true. The crunch of bones can clearly be heard but the creature maintains its feet.
Two zombies flail at Droguk while a third moves up. The zombie struck by Kogar moves towards Nelosse.
The blows fall on the barbarian like hammers.
Meanwhile a second skeleton emerges from the room upstairs and pursues Kobad as he retreats down the stairs. As it nears everyone nearby can feel the air start to chill supernaturally.
The blow misses but you feel the cold creep over you freezing skin.
Hearing Nelossë call out to the rest of the group in warning, Cyrus shouts down into the basement,"Hold your horses! We'll come back and let you out as soon as the fighting is finished!"
His admonition given, he races out of the trophy room toward the sound of Nelossë's voice, hoping to join the fight before all the foes are slain. As he goes, he draws his falchion, the metal making a familiar *shhhing!* as it glides out of the leather scabbard.
Nelosse slashes at the approaching zombie but narrowly misses it. Suddenly everyone in the room feels a wash of blackness flow over them. It feels like a chill nothingness sucking at your very life essence. The feeling passes in an instant leaving only a vague sense of foulness but you notice that the zombie near Nelosse seems to be moving more easily now.
Rhokar : move NE, channel to heal undead
As Droguk gets hammered by the undead, an inner fire is struck and Droguk roars in fury as his heart starts racing, his adrenaline increasing exponentially which forces his muscles to increase to the point of nearly bursting through his clothes. Droguk's vision takes on a red hue as he steps next to one of the zombies and brings his axe down in a mighty arc toward it with a relentless fury.
Fuelled by his rage Droguk becomes an avatar of violence hewing the zombie in twain before turning his gaze to the next.
with another skeletal creature in Kobad's face He manages to deftly dodge it attack but at the same time he tries to reign fire upon it like the last one.
expertly maintaining control Kobad's hands ignite in flames and clasps them together as a jet of fire erupts from them toward the skeleton and 15' up the stairs.
The jet of flame pours over the skeleton and cast a burst of light across the great room. The intense heat burns away the aura of cold around the creature followed by the hoar frost and finally the bone itself. When the flames abate the few charred bones that remain fall to the stairs with a clatter.
Cyrus dashes forward out of the room he was in, making a beeline straight past Nelosse and over the body of the downed zombie, ending up immediately next to one of those still standing. Using the momentum of his forward movement, he attempts to bring the blade of his falchion straight across the zombie's neck, intending to sever it's head from it's body!
Cyruses blow narrowly misses the zombies head instead hacking into it's shoulder where it nearly severing the limb. In the attacks aftermath the zombies arm hangs horrifically, bound to it only by a few tendons and bits of flesh. The creature seems unphased by the grievous injury though and continues to push forward.
Kogar summons forth a great maul of crystalline ice and, with a bellowed war cry, steps up and attacks the zombie before him.
The overhead blow takes the undead full on, snapping bone and crushing it to the floor.
The skeletal bones blackened and cracked begin to vibrate where they fell. The fury of their movement grows and grows until finally they explode in a burst of unnatural cold.
The fridged explosion blasts the victorious sorcerer backward and leaves him crumpled on the ground.
Nelossë moves past the zombies to attack the area where she believes the enemy spellcaster to be. "There's a necromancer animating these foul things. I heard him, but he must be invisible!"
Nelosse follows her hunch and moves across the room, ignoring the undead. One of the zombies strikes out as she passes.
But the blow misses. Circling the table she swings her glaive through the space south of the table but it fails to find purchase.
While the party pushes it's attack their opponents aren't idle. The northern most zombie turns it's gaze to Cyrus striking with it's remaining arm.
Despite its grievous wounds the zombie manages to catch the ranger across his shoulder and head with a mighty blow.
The southern creature begins flailing at Kogar.
It's strikes throw the half giant off balance and the creature takes advantage to begin pummeling him mercilessly. Bones crack and Kogar is left senseless on the floor.
Rhokar - hold action
Droguk turns his attention to the zombie in front of him, bringing his axe up and toward it's skull in an attempt to cut this one down as well.
the cold has frozen the wound thus preventing Kobad from bleeding any more.
The blow catches Nelosse across her midsection driving her armor into her ribs. Only the resilience of her heritage keeps her on her feet.
Droguks blow launches upwards caving in the zombies chest and lower jaw. The undead creature falls back to lifelessness.
Nelossë rocks back, staggered by the blow. Quickly, she reaches for her holy symbol, calling on Shelyn's grace to heal her.
The blessing of Shelyn flows outward from her cleric. As the divine energies infuse the room everything seems brighter and more vibrant. The smell of a well cooked meal tickles at your nose and the sound of music seems to float in the air for just a moment. As quickly as it comes it passes but you are left feeling rejuvenated.
Kobad your eyes snap open and you find yourself on the ground at the bottom of a set of stairs staring upward. It takes you a moment but you quickly recall the last few moments, fire burning away the skeleton, its bones bursting and the shock and pain as you were pushed back by the horrid cold. Now though you see your companions are still locked in combat.
A bit ahead you can make out the bulk of the half giant. A zombie looms over his fallen body but it seems his wounds have knit a bit and no longer threaten his life.
Cyrus steps around Droguk and up to the zombie next to Kogar, shouting a battle cry as he drives the blade of his falchion down at the zombie's head!
The rangers blow rocks the zombie who backhandedly swings in return.
The attack connects sending Cyrus to the ground.
Behind Nelosse a voice slithers out of empty air, "That's enough of that my dear."
A sword appears first, driving forward toward the clerics back. Even as the rest of the attacker appears the tip of the short sword is turned by her armor narrowly saving her life.
A man is now visible standing in the corner just behind Nelosse. His black hair spills to shoulder length and he wears a white fur cloak. Currently his face is twisted in a mix of shock and rage at his failed attack.
Seeing another party member fall, Droguk looks to the zombie with fury in his eyes as he steps around the fallen members and strikes at the undead.
As his axe enters his skull and continues on through until it buries itself in the floorboard, the two sides of the zombie fall away from each other as Droguk pulls the axe out and looks up to the only threat left. "YOU ARE NEXT, FOOL!" he roars.
Kobad glances around not seeing any zombies or exploding skeletons He rolls to a kneeling position. spying the now visible enemy. as he stands he lets loose a bolt of fire from his fist toward the bad guy that attempted to hurt Nel.
the blast striking the wall behind him an small explosion of flame and heat. it did manage to do one thing. get his attention.
Nelossë steps back, muttering a few choice curses she picked up in Celestial. Seeing her fallen allies, she once again calls to the Eternal Rose for strength for herself and her allies before reading to attack this new foe. "Come, sir. The music is playing. Let us dance and sing the song of steel."
Though felled, Cyrus seems as lucky as Kobad in that the recent cold has stanched his bleeding wounds, leaving him unconscious but in no further danger of bleeding out.
Edit:
Moving around the table, Cyrus stalks with a purpose toward the necromancer. His body bloodied from the zombie blows, he is clearly in no mood to toy around with this foe. As he reaches the previously-invisible enemy, he gives a loud cry of rage, his falchion flashing in the light as he raises it above his head, then slashes down!