The zombie thrashes for a moment as the jet of fire hits him, then goes still as the flames start to consume the body.
The other zombie lurches towards Kavell...
...and manages to keep its footing on the grease as it swings a decaying arm at him.
The zombie's fist hits him right in the gut.
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Slipping past Sunday, Kasha brings her sickle across in a vicious, predatory slice through the zombie's neck.
Kasha hacks the zombie's head off with one good swing.
The sound of arcane magic crackling is coming from the room to the northwest.
Friday will move to the next room.
Friday strides forward and opens the door.
Boxes and sacks lie neatly stacked in the chamber beyond the secret door. Shelves holding orderly bins have been built into the walls. A wooden locker stands beneath the shelves. Despite the seeming order to this room, a faint charnel reek underlies the place.
The half-troll mage turns and glares at Friday, preparing another spell.
Despite the slick footing he moved quickly slipping past Friday.
"Look Suishen, the evil doer."
He said simply Slicing low.
The half-troll snorts in contempt and hops over Kavell's slice. Suishen chuckles. "Fear not! 'Tis merely a setback!"
Goti grumbles. "Of COURSE you rescued that dullard of a blade..."
Moving to just outside the door, Kasha stands back against the wall, her baleful glare amplifying Kavell's righteous anger, filling him with the need to punish the enemy before him
Moving past Kasha, Valeria conjured up more grease, filling the space under and behind Goti.
This time, Goti is prepared for the incoming grease, and effortlessly keeps his balance.
He intones another spell...
...and manages to complete it while playing keep-away with both Friday and Kavell.
There's a rumbling of stone as the floor suddenly gives way beneath them! The southeast corner of the storeroom remains standing!
His move forward away for the sudden pit looked divine and for a moment his innate graces seemed almost enough to let him keep to the fight. Then his feet went out from under him. A quick curse escaped his lips, no doubt learned from his lover Kelda, and brought out but the fury building in him. But that didnt keep him from slashing hard at the half troll Goti, Suishen still aflame.
"Kick him down here." Friday growls out after falling into the hole.
Goti sneers at the prone paladin and nimbly hops over the oncoming Suishen again. "To your feet, young warrior! Or wouldst thou flail like a tantrum-throwing child?!" Suishen orders.
Seeing the half-troll standing over her companions and dominating the fight so far Kasha utters a low sound of annoyance that almost sounds like a growl. Chanting in druidic, she completes a complex gesture as she rises off the ground in a rush of wind. She quickly flies into the room and up, staying near the ceiling to avoid both grease and any more pit spells he might have in store.
With the grease not really helping, Valeria dismissed it as she repositioned to try and get a better sight on the enemy.
The half-troll sneers at Kavell before turning his attention to the flying Kasha. He starts trying to cast a spell...
...but unfortunately for him, he's so focused on not leaving himself open for attack that he loses concentration on his spell. He grumbles.
Despite the chance their foe would strike at him he rose from the floor where he had slipped. He wanted to remind the sword that unlike it, he could die from a stray claw or blade from rushing into things... but instead he took a deep breath, half rolled to the side and rose to his feet.
Perhaps he had hurried too much, he was on his feet and swinging at least.