I'm not sure Zhalet can adjust since she's grappled. Lurch?
Unless I've missed something, Zhalet's down 7 HP, which isn't mortal danger. Of course a grapple could deal ongoing damage, or the undead could have some sort of special choking attack, but at the moment I don't think it's a huge emergency.
Rukn tries to liberate Zhalet by sending a pair of arrows to her captor.
Round 3 Final
Solomon slashes the creature, trying to help Zhalet break free. His blade cuts deeply before he yanks it loose from the dead flesh.
Rukn looses two arrows right over Zhalet's shoulders, each arrow thudding home in the corpse's skull. The impact knocks the creature back and, as its grip loosens on Zhalet's throat, it crumples to the ground.
Initiative:
Kilarra: 25
Zhalet: 23
Living Dead: 21
Solomon: 18
Rukn: 8
Alexander: 3
Combat Over!
As the echoes of the brief struggle fade down the tunnel and the group pauses to catch their collective breath, a deep chuckle can be heard from further in the tomb.
"Zhalet! Are you ok?" Rukn recomposes himself while carrying for his friend. "I bet we still have things to deal with here" he comments about the evil laughter.
Zhalet backpedals from the abomination rubbing her throat.
"I'm alright Rukn, thanks, but that was very unpleasant."
"Hrmph. Happy bastard, isn't it?" Alexander comments as he sheathes his sword cane. "Were these undead cretins carrying anything useful?"
After checking on Zhalet, Solomon checked over the bodies for anything useful or interesting. He looked balefully down the dark hall as the laughter echoed through, but focused on sifting through the bones.
"We should keep going" Rukn says, and braces himself. He picks an arrow and proceeds once Solomon is finished.
"Yes, let's keep going. I won't be turned aside from cleaning away this corruption."
A brief search of the bodies reveals nothing aside from the aged chain mail and a small holy symbol of Sarenrae that each one was wearing.
Satisfied, Solomon stands and continues to lead the way down the corridor.
The elaborate stone door at the end of the corridor is slightly ajar. The life-sized bas-relief carving of Sarenrae would beautiful and inspiring save for the blacked and charred scorch mark where the carving's head should be.
"Well?" Alexander says as he glances at Zhalet. "Your mission, your call... captain."
Solomon took a step forward and nudged the door open a bit further with his falchion.
Zhalet stays immediately behind Solomon. She thinks back to other Sarenite temples she's visited, read about, or seen pictures of, trying to figure out if the layout of this one is on a standard floor plan or design that will allow her to figure out what the areas ahead will be like.
While Zhalet examines the features of the temple, Rukn stays alert in case any unwanted attention is drawn.
As Solomon pulls the door a little more open, the scent of rotting vegetable matter hits the group like a musty, moist fist. The sounds of dripping water comes faintly from beyond the portal. With the door mostly closed, it is impossible to see the conditions beyond.
"Eww..." Rukn moans, "this place seems long ago forgotten." He grabs his bow, though, and checks the rest for confirmation that they're going to venture in there, lifting some of his loose clothes up to the height of his nose to cover his mouth.
Alexander takes up the rear, once again draws his sword cane, and mutters a cantrip. Four orbs of light glide forward, ready to illuminate what lies beyond as soon as the door is fully opened...
As Zhalet passes through the door and starts to look around, she comments "this doesn't seem right. I'd expect this to be a place for more interments, or preparation for them. In either case it should be dry."
"Perhaps a water table beneath the ground?" Solomon suggested. "Is there an oasis near here?"
He walked slowly over to the source of the dripping noise to take a better look.