Private Corrupted Souls... (RP Thread)

[Derath_farseer]

Einarr nodded to Danrik and gave him a "you don't say" look when he felt the need to remind Einarr to kill any threat. But he took the warning some what to heart as he let his hand drift to his short sword just incase any of the beasts with in decided to end his life prematurely.

Then he smelt it the reek of decaying human flesh, he hardly needed Danrik to let him know that undead where close. True to the smell and Danriks guess a group of undead was right around the corner.
"Danrik I think I can kill the mage from here we just need to sneak forw-" Einarr found himself cut off as the man charged forward to wipe out the undead. Einarr was almost content to see if he could do it alone until he heard the damned necro speak.
"you and your squire shall die and be risen as my slaves, Righteous fool!" Einarr stepped forward out of his cover and a ball of fire came to life in his hands, a deep purple flame different from normal flame magic, as his was empowered by his very soul. Wile this could increase his power ten fold it also put a huge amount of strain on his body if he used it to often.
"Try it." He demanded his eyes cold, a slight grin on his face. "Oh yes and I'm not his squire!" He always reveled in a good fight and since he was up against another mage that only made it that much better. He enjoyed besting another persons field of magic, and he intended to do just that with his necromancer.

Einarr sent the ball of fire spiraling down the cave passage, its dark flames hard to see in the already dim cave. Strangely the fire seemed to emit only a very small amount of light. He engulfed the skeleton closest to its master, Its bones turned to ash in the blink of an eye. But as the undead minion was burned to ashes he ran behind a stone pillar just as an arrow missing his shoulder by mere inches. He took a deep breath and was able to see Danrik having very little trouble with the zombies.

Exhaling his breath he spun out of his cover and summoned a wall of fire at the same time, it was timed just so that an arrow, and an ice spike crashed into it turning to ash and melting. He then lowered it and sent a more explosive ball of fire towards the next skeleton, but it seemed the necromancer learned his lesson the first time and had distanced him self further away from his minion, as such the explosion only ended up turning the minion to ash and the wave of force knocked the necromancer on his ass.

Einarr ran towards him just as Danrik finished up his foes and looked back at Einarr, What he saw was a sick smile on Einarrs face as he stopped a few meters away from the necromancer and unleashed a large bolt of lightning into his chest as he was standing. The Necromancers body convulsed and fell to the floor once again, only this time his body was charred and wisps of smoke rose from it.

Einarr turns sightly and looks at Danrik. "Not to bad, one less foul creature to taint the living." He smiled again but this one was more of pride and of offering friendship.

 

[cazzer14]

Eridor followed Keara's charge, not too far behind the High Elf in their valiant assaut towards their undead litigants. As she reached her targets, sliding on the floor to fool them, Eridor continued his run, onto two more, unclaimed, un-dibbed zombies.

The first, nearest one met the sole of his boot, as Eridor performed a quick, unpredictable dropkick on the walking corspe's chest before it could prepare any form of attack, sending it flying up in the air, before it hit the dusty ground with a hard thud, cracking its skull slightly, but not enough to kill the painless servant. Eridor simultaneously hit the ground on his side, the impact taking the wind out of him. Perhaps a dropkick wasn't the best decision there. Nevertheless, the blow had stunned the zombie, the minion disorientated enough that it struggled to rise on its feet, whereas Eridor was back up standing almost instantly.

Its friend had made its way to Eridor, and swung at him with a large, roach infested fist. Eridor ducked the blow, countering with a backhand swing of his dagger, the blade sharply intruding the undead's neck, off-coloured blood discharging from the laceration. Eridor followed his blow through, forcing the re-dead undead to the ground, tearing through the jugular as he forced his blade out of the tissue mid-air as the zombie tumbled, lifeless once again, to the floor.

Eridor walked over to the dismayed undead he had dropkicked, and watched it squirm for a moment, before stomping on its head, blood erupting from an explosion of violence, the convulsing limbs flopped, the revenant slave's body now still. Eridor looked at his boot with a cringe, it was covered in rotted blood, and it was going to dry and stink in a few hours. Again, probably not the cleanest, most sensible method had been chosen.

Eridor turned to check on his companions, only to see Keara was being throttled mid-air by a cat-zombie. 'Ca-zombie? Zomb-cat? Zomb-meow?' Eridor thought of a humorous nickname for the being. Eridor was about to jump in to aid her, but she got out of the choke-hold by kneeing her assailant in the face, and thrusting her dagger into the top of its skull. As Eridor watched, he was unaware of an approaching zombie behind him, who grappled him by the arms and shoulders, and went in for the bite with disgusting, decayed yellow teeth, and a muffled growl vibrating the equally repulsing saliva clinging to the off-coloured dentitions.

Before the peckish undead could bite a chunk of his face off, Eridor leaned back and kicked the zombie in the stomach, propelling himself to the floor, away from the clingy minion. As he hit the floor, something sharp and acuminous in the ground pierced his shoulder blade, and the Wood Elf cried out in pain. He managed to lift himself off of the spike, feeling his flesh rub against the skewer. It was only a short pike sticking out of the ground, the kind you see on the top on metallic fences if the landowner really wanted to keep someone out, but it stung like hell.

Moving his left arm in circles, Eridor tried to work off the pain before his foe could get to him. The sharp sting was reduced to a dull ache, which was bearable for Eridor. As the zombie got within range, it swung its arms towards his face, improvising its filthy nails for claws. Eridor moved his head back to avoid the strike, and grabbed the arm as it flew, using it to pull the ghoul towards his jab, a jab with an impaling blade at the end of it heading for its face. Dark red blood exploded out of the zombie's face as the dagger pierced the eye, passing through rotted flesh and skull bone, the sheer force of the impact shattering and ripping through any barriers. Eridor pulled out his dagger when the sapphire glow in the revenant's eyes faded, and its body went limp.

Turning once again to check up on his friends, Eridor saw Keara almost on her knees, cradling a wound as a undead warrior was about to deliver a killing blow. Eridor rushed to the scene, and grabbed the zombie's shoulder with a dagger-held hand, interrupting its early stages of attack, before volleying its kneecap, causing the servant to fall on its own knees. Eridor then used his other dagger-grasping hand to slit and rupture the undead's throat, blood spurting out, a little bit drizzling over Keara, as it slumped to the ground, groaning no more. Looking at Keara with a cheeky 'I just saved your ass' smile, he asked her,

"You alright? You owe me one, by the way", the smirk growing as he said his words, and he held an outstretched hand to help her up.

 

[Mini Mongo]

Conan charged into the group of zombies ''For talos!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the Empire!!!!!!!!!!!!!'' Conan charged in and swung his war-hammer to a zombie, as the war-hammer hit the zombies face it's skull crushed and fell to the floor lifeless.
Conan ran to the scene of Keara and Eridor and knelt down ''You guys okay? Come on get up, I see some Zombies coming right for us!'' Conan stood back up seeing 4 zombies stumbling their way to Conan, Keara and Eridor.
Conan gripped his war-hammer tightly and charged in the scene.
He swung for a zombies leg making it fall to the ground then took another swing to it's face crushing the zombies skull. As he was occupied another zombie hit Conan's right arm, Conan stumbled back in pain and dropped his war-hammer.
He put one hand over his arm and rubbed it slightly, but their was no time for aid.
He un-sheathed his dagger and held it with his left hand. He jabbed the Zombie in the eyes then one final blow to the skull, causing the blade to go right through.

Conan now had no weapons and turned to see two other zombies, he began to hit the zombie, left swing, right swing and a final headbutt. Hitting the Zombie was no use, and what Conan did not notice was another zombie charging at him. The Zombie smashed Conan round the left cheek causing Conan to fall to the floor. Conan held is face and looked over to his friend ''Help!''
The Zombie then fell on top of Conan and began to attack him, Conan wrestled it off but it was no good as another Zombie charged at him. Conan kicked the zombie in the shin making it fall.........onto Conan.
He started to wrestle the Zombie finally pushing it off. Conan stood but was then bit by the Zombie he had previously wrestled.
Conans vision began to fade, his senses became weaker. The world around him began to blur as he dropped to the ground. He was weak. he tried standing but fell straight after. It was no use.
Conan began to see visions of his childhood, the world around him was slow.
Conan thought about how his father taught him to ignore pain and agony and then Conan's adrenaline came in.

He lent of his knee and put one final push into standing ''Ha is that all you.....'' before Conan could finish his sentence he was attacked by both zombies. He kicked the zombie with all his might making it fly back into the other Zombie, them both falling to the ground. As they were on the ground they were stunned, Conan took the chance and picked up his War-hammer causing huge pain in his right arm but it was only a mere bruise and Conan over-came it, his vision blurred again and he stumbled back regaining his balance before he could fall. Conan charged into the zombie and began hitting them in such a brute force, his eyes glarred at this moment Conan's orc instincts were kicking in and he went into a huge berserk of rage and anger.
The Zombies struggled by the blows and finally became lifeless on the ground.
Conan stumbled to Keara and Eridor, barely able to keep in his pain but he didn't want to make a fuss it was merely a flesh wound and luckily Conan was good at overcoming them.

 

[A.Auditore]

"I owe you something now huh?" she sat there stunned as Conan tore through the zombies like butter, nothing was more scary than an orc going on a bersek rage, she started to stand and reach out towards Conan when he yelled for help, but fell as the infection in her arm started and quickly course through her veins, taking its toll on her, she tried to stand again this time without falling back down, she looked up as Conan stumbled towards them,Keara reached into her bag and pulled out a few items to lessen the pain and cover up the wound on her arm, she quickly attended to her forearm and stood up looking at the two "Are we all alright?" she said in a low grunt as she grabbed her arm, she moved her arm a bit to loosen her muscles up she started humming a low tune, to keep her mind at ease that everyone was still alive and there would be no need to drag any bodies back to Anvil, she wondered around the room looking at the intersting designs and what nots around the place, she walked over to where her bow was knocked out of her hands earlier in the fight, she bent down and picked up she started to pull the string back when a shocking pain shot through her wounded arm "Ow, dang it... I can't even pull my string back" she started to feel light headed and she felt as though her energy was slowly being sucked out of her, she walked back over towards Conan and Eridor, hiding her pain from them,"Lets get moving and meet up with the others.." they headed down the long hallway that ran into the main room of the ruin

 

[cazzer14]

The humid hallway of this derelict Ayleid ruin made Eridor grimace as he cautiously sauntered in a alert, ready-to-fight formation with his two accomplices. The air was heavy, dank, and made Eridor almost convulse as he breathed in the foul zephyr. Damp, filthy water leaked in and clinged onto the off-white stone walls, mould and moss slowly consuming and corrupting the once clean, pristinely-polished paneling. A low, eerie mist hovered just above the floor, dispersing as the trio advanced further into the intestines of the ruins, their boots, ankles and shins casting aside and parting the vapour as they anxiously traipsed forward, for every step each of them wondered if they would trigger the attention of enemies, an unpredictable inevitability that none of them looked forward to.

The ceiling was so high above their heads, almost invisible through the slight smog in the air, Eridor wondered why the Ayleid Elves made them so damn tall. Breaking the atmospheric, macabre silence, Eridor asked the other two,
"I wonder why the Ayleids made their structures so tall. Last I checked the history books, the Ayelids weren't 15 foot in height."

 

[A.Auditore]

"Well I suppose they built things big for a reason, one was to make their mark in history and be remembered, as with most things, the bigger the better, and they knew they were excellent at what they did, which brought the Ayleids to their downfall... which was being so sure of themselves thinking that they were the higher being, the other reason could of been a size issue, making up for something" winks and lightly elbows Eridor

 

[cazzer14]

Eridor chuckled at Keara's sly implication, feeling her nudge as she further forced the inference into his head. Perhaps that was true reason the Ayleids aimed so high, and built so tall, Eridor internally laughed at the thought, although the light-heartedness didn't linger too long. Something was wrong.

Eridor breathed an apprehensive, solicitous sigh. Something malevolent, some nefarious evil lurked in the air. Something cold, dark, hideous, something that keeps children awake at night, terrified. Something that made an instinctive, horrible churn in Eridor's stomach that made him sick, disgusted. Something that was near, and paramount to reveal its hideousness, and it made Eridor take a large, intimidated gulp, as he raised his daggers, ready to combat the evil, whatever form it took...

 

[Skyrimosity]

Edwyn and Julanza, with their newfound companion, began to walk to where the woman described as the leader's room. Along the way, they ran into a Necromancer. The girl ran right up to the man and decapitated him, nearly growling as her rage seethed. To Edwyn, it seemed a bit ridiculous that the girl could carry so much anger and hate. But he had no idea what the woman had seen so he excused it. As they walked through 2 big doors, a man was standing in the middle of the room with 2 others. The man in the center said to them "So you arrive. The next adventurers to join the dead! I promise it will not be enjoyable." Edwyn bound a sword to his hand and the others prepared for the fight ahead but this one was sure to be challenging. The man had a powerful aura about him, more so than the others.

 

[ChiefScalyNipples]

Julanza readied both of his hands with offensive lightning spells, he casted a Lightning Cloak upon himself as well. Eiruki pulled out her Ebony Warhammer and charged right in. But when Eiruki was within a couple feet in distance to the Necromancer, he raised 12 zombies up from the ground at once. Julanza knew it would not be easy to defend himself against this onslaught, so he conjured a Storm Atronach to help him out. Eiruki smashed the nearest Zombie with her warhammer and took it out in one hit, no problem. Julanza's Storm Atronach went in and assisted Eiruki, while Julanza and Edwyn were blasting spells at the Undead horde to support them. The Atronach raised it's rocks into a fist and clobbered one zombie, but the Necromancer, knowing much of Conjuration, banished the Atronach back to Oblivion. So Eiruki was on her own fighting off the zombies while Edwyn and Julanza were supporting her. Eventually the undead were too much for Eiruki, even though she fought greatly, they overwhelmed her. When she was tired and out of stamina, one of the monsters pummeled her face with a blow so hard it dropped her instantly and turned her whole head around to the left, snapping her neck in the process. Eiruiki was dead, and the remaining 9 zombies then charged at Edwyn and Julanza.

 

[Mini Mongo]

Conan sheathed his war-hammer back in place and walked with Keara and Eridor. Conan also wondered why the ruins were so tall, whatever it was it must be bad.
Conan could sense some evil in the air, clearly so could Eridor as he un-sheathed his dagger ''Come on guys, keep it down, theirs evil in the air tonight. I think the Zombies were just round one of about another 5 to come. Keep your wits about you'' Conan scanned the area, all he could smell was the vile stench of the Zombies, and all he could see was the rotting corpses.

As Conan walked with the group he heard some kind of talking, like a dark ritual. Probably a Necromancer summoning undead, that would explain the Zombies. Conan vision began to blur once again as he stumbled nearly falling, he gained balance just before falling to the ground. He would have to get the wound healed as soon as they rested, otherwise Conan wouldn't last much longer and would probably turn into a Zombie himself.
Conan slightly chuckled at Keara's remark but still remained cautious ''I can hear something, some kind of Necromancer, what should we do?''

 

[A.Auditore]

Keara tilted her head to the side to listen closer to what Conan had heard, there were low murmur chants then suddenly followed by shock blasts and loud groaning “Edywn!” she stopped and quickly sheathed her bow she turned around towards Conan and Eridor “They are in trouble they need us” without giving them any chance to talk she took off down the hallway, as she ran down the hallway she slid at the first bend, she pushed herself off the wall and continued to run, she started breathing heavy her stamina was running low because of the infection the zombie attack, when she was getting close to the other bend in the hallway, there stood another undead creature, she quickly withdrew her dragger and threw it at the zombie making it a landing head blow, the creature stumbled back into the wall, groaned and slid down the wall, Keara slowly approached the creature to make sure it was once again dead, satisfied with her kill she bent down, grabbing the hilt of her dagger and kicked the creature in its face to remove her dagger from its cranium, she looked over her shoulder to see that they weren’t that far behind her she chuckled at them, once again trying to hide her pain “Come On Boys Keep Up” she smiled then took off towards the end room, as she reached the door she saw Edwyn and Julanza standing there as a hoard of undead slowly and menacingly started closing in on them “Hey You Guys need some help?” she said with humor in her voice before she ran in towards Edywn “Seems like you got yourself into a little mess here” she smiled and let out a sarcastic sigh “Awh feels like old times no?”

 

[Mini Mongo]

Conan quickly followed behind Keara and entered a room, he looked over to see a horde of undead running at Julanza and Edwyn, Conan looked around to see a Necromancer chanting. Conan prepared himself.

''Keara, see if you can shoot the necromancer I'll cover you!'' Before Keara could answer Conan he ran into the horde of undead and swung his mace spinning in circles hitting several Zombies as they dropped to the ground. Conan regained his balance to look up and see several undead running after him ''Pah, another un-worthy challange!''

Sure Conan had killed maybe three undead but there was an estimate of about 10 undead. Conan held his war-hammer tight. A Zombie charged at him and Conan swung down with all his might knocking the Zombie down, he went for another fatal blow down on the Zombie head killing it. Before he could react a Zombie smacked him round the head and Conan vision began to blur once more, with his vision faded Conan went into a blind frenzy swinging all over the place hitting a few Zombies only for them to stumble and charged once more.

Conan then stumbled back falling making a heavy thud on the ground. He grabbed his dagger and threw it with precise accuracy right into the Zombie forehead, then mummbled to himself ''What a lucky shot'' Conan then backed down joining back with Eridor and Keara ''Eridor, let's make a charge, Keara try to cover us'' Conan readied himself, preparing to charge into the horde once more.

 

[cazzer14]

Eridor and the other two made their way into the final, penultimate room. There was activity, intense combat audible already, and Keara rushed down the hall as soon as the frantic sounds, ones of pain, anger and shock magic, reached her elven, pointy ears, exclaiming the name of the Breton Necromancer as she slipped when she turned the sharp corner.

Eridor and Conan gave chase, to turn around the corner seeing that Keara had slain an undead abomination with her dagger, pulling the blade out of it's skull, smiling as she turned to look at her two companions, and said teasing, playful words.

She didn't stay still for long, as she once again dashed off in the direction of the noises without warning, causing Eridor and Conan to follow her again, seconds behind her hurried jog. They almost bumped into the back of her as they turned to enter the doorway of the chamber, the door, bloodstained and dusty, already open, the room full of mixed emotions. Anger, rage, confusion, pain and panic were detectable to name a few.

Edwyn and Julanza were oppressed against a wall, surrounded by undead that were slowly, but deviously advancing towards them, an acrimonious passion of hated and violent paroxysm in their eyes, not their own, but that of their cruel, controlling masters.

Keara ran towards Edwyn, and exchanged words, while Conan, more business-like and practical, requested that he tank the hordes whilst Keara shot her bow from distance. Without hesitating or awaiting for confirmation, Conan rushed at and tore through the flesh, limbs and bones of a few of the souless slaves. He was as barbaric and reckless as they come, even for an Orc, but Eridor couldn't fault his efficiency.

The Orc then lost his killing spree, his deadly combo, as a ghoul managed to stun him with a quick blow, and instead he started to merely delay and stagger the zombies, instead of decimating them as he had done just before. It seemed the unstoppable machine had lost its steam.

The Orsimer, out of all reserves of energy, fell to the floor, a loud 'thud!' vibrating the stone, but the felled brute managed to throw a dagger into the mid-brow of an advancing zombie, rendering him not completely defenceless when on his back. Out of any options, and adrenalin-based fuel, the Orc retreated from his assault, back into the dug-out, the base-of-improvised-operations of the group, the trio now merged into a squad of five. Conan suggested Eridor join him on another charge towards the undead soldiers-of-cowards, whilst Keara supplied cover with her bow and arrows.
"Sure. As long as you lead the way. I'll clean up any you miss, it's not like I'm the hench tank. And I'll do my best to make sure you don't get jumped on your blind spots. Keara, you sure you're all right to fight?"

Eridor didn't need an answer if she didn't want to give it. It seemed Conan was going with or without support from her. Eridor once again cracked his knuckles. He didn't need to, he just felt it convenient, and somewhat meditating and readying. He held his daggers tight, and took a deep, head-clearing breath into his lungs, ready for the Orc's word, which was sure to be a rallying bellow of something along the lines of "Chaaarrrgggeeee!"

 

[Skyrimosity]

Edwyn was about to make a joking remark to Keara, whom he had made the mistake of turning his head to, when an ice spike hit his shoulder and propelled him into the wall. The spike caused an immense amount of pain and it didn't help that the zombies were fast approaching. Edwyn dropped his magic sword and attempted to pull the spike out but he couldn't budge it. Curse you Keara! Why must you be so talkative! He was stuck against the wall with zombies approaching. He managed to kick one of them down to the floor and punch the other 1 away, but they were now coming. The others were distracted with more zombies so Edwyn wasn't sure if any could help him. He yelled out, "Someone, get this blasted spike out my shoulder!"

Edwyn prepared a flame spell in his right hand and was trying with all his might to fend off the zombies while he awaited for someone to attempt to pull the spike out. But as things were at their worst, they got worse. The Necromancer once again summoned his magic and conjured more zombies, around 5, to relentlessly attack the group. It seems no matter how many the group kill, more come.

 

[Templar of Talos]

Danrik looked at the fallen necromancer and shook his head... "Dammit!" he whispered. He turned to look at Einarr, who while impressed him with his skill as a mage, certainly was not impressed with his attitude and sense of team play. He walked up to him.

"Listen, and listen good. Next time I say, 'We'll take him on together.' I DAMN WELL MEAN IT!! You ever counter my orders just so you can show off again and I'll make you as dead as him!" he snapped, pointing at the result of Einarr's work.

He shook his head. "To be honest, I wanted him alive for interrogation. But no matter. I just hope one of the others has either surrendered to a merciful member of our group, or we find another Necromancer before they do."

He pulled out a small steel dagger and walked over to the second Zombie he killed a moment ago, He knelt down beside it, and pulled out a small cloth bag. he cut a large section of the rotting flesh from the corpse' chest. He turned the bag inside out, put his hand in it, grabbed the cut flesh with his hand in the bag, then folded it over so it was the right way out, putting the flesh inside the bag without having to touch it. He tied the bag off with string. And turned to face Einarr.

"We have the tools to summon Meridia, we don't yet have the method, I was hoping he was going to tell me, but he can't now because he's dead. I know I said 'We'll take him out together' but I was hoping that he was gonna' surrender. Next time, just take out the minions... Okay?" he asked.

 

[Derath_farseer]

Einarr was thrown off guard as Danrik unleashed his fury on him. He had hardly thought his actions would of been so looked down on, in fact he would of thought Danrik would of been pleased the necromancer was dead. He had the feel of a knight or templar, and for a moment Einarr thinks about the friends he made years ago.
"Listen, and listen good. Next time I say, 'We'll take him on together.' I DAMN WELL MEAN IT!! You ever counter my orders just so you can show off again and I'll make you as dead as him!"

Einarr takes a step away from him as he speaks the threat and snaps back. "Maybe if we talked about it a little more that wouldn't of happened. But no for some reason you just had to rush in screaming some nonsense about justice, hell I've hardly gotten two words out of you since we've been walking, How am I meant to know what you wanted if you don't bloody say it. It was a fight and I was more worried about taking one of those ice spikes to my face."

Danrik shook his head, looking annoyed. "To be honest, I wanted him alive for interrogation. But no matter. I just hope one of the others has either surrendered to a merciful member of our group, or we find another Necromancer before they do."
Einarr simply nodded, his hand resting on his blade just in case the knight wanted to make good on his threat, wile Einarr knew he would be no match for the warrior in close combat he was pretty sure he could deflect the first or perhaps second and give him some time to put more room between them. He sent a silent prayer to Gem the knight who tried to teach him how to fight.
But luckily it seemed Danrik was content to explain that he could contact Merida, Einarr could of been less interested if he tried. He lost his faith in gods some time ago,and knew that he would have to count on him self if he got into a tough situation not some god.

But Einarr nodded his head as he finished up and looked towards the door leading out, he swore he could hear a faint blast of magic, but perhaps it was just in his head.
"Yeah I under stand. Now maybe we can get moving?" He waited there still with a rather hostile look in his eye. "Sir." He adds the title on sarcastically.

 

[A.Auditore]

It was like Edywn was standing next to her to disappearing from her sight, she quickly looked around and saw that he was impaled against the wall with an ice spike in his shoulder, she turned toward the others "Cover me and take the Necromancer alive at all cost" she grab Conans arm "Im going to distract them get that spike out of Edywn" she took off towards Edwyn, she let out loud pitch whistle to get the attention of the zombies that were heading towards him, she quickly cast a health boost spell on her to hold back the pain that seemed to almost taken complete control over her body, what stood between her and Edywn where 2 nords and a khajiit "Why is there always a damn cat?!" she readied her daggers and headed towards them, the first nord swung at her, she side stepped the blow and dug her dagger into the skull, the second nord took a lunge at her she kicked it in its chest and delievered both daggers into its colarbone, the khajiit stood there eyeing her swinging its claws at her, she shook her head put her daggers away "Fine no weapons, but you have me at a disadvantage" and ran towards it, they locked arms it stood there hissing at her with reddish brown mucus like subtance drooling from its mouth "Ugh gross" she wrinkled her nose "Ever heard of mint?" she head butted the khajiit, as it stumbled back a bit she proceeded to kick it, it grabbed her foot "Oh shi...." before she could finish the khajiit flung her towards a wall "Owwww" as she made contact with the wall, she looked up as the khajiit slowly approached her...

 

[Derath_farseer]

Einarr and Danrik heard the sound of fighting before they saw it and they both quickened their pace hardly saying a word to each other after their awkward confrontation. The scene of slaughter was so shocking that Einarr hesitated before stepping into the fray. That was until he saw the woman from earlier thrown into a wall by one of the stumbling corpses, and it was moving with suprising speed as it rushed to finish her off.
"pl*ps." He mumbles to him self as he realizes he couldn't send one of his trade mark fireballs with out running the risk of hitting her. So drawing his short short he sprints almost a blur. Those around him could almost see a faint red glow shining through the few gaps in his fur armor.

Propelled forward he tackled the undead cat knocking it off balance following it up with a a number of jabs into its chests until him and the creature where covered in its blood. Standing back he offers her a hand up and only offers her a brief nod and a small smile before spinning away putting his sword away and unleashing jets of dark flame into the nearest zombie.
"God. That smell." He says to him self trying not to gag. Sending wave after wave of fire into any of the zombies that tried to attack him or go after the Edywn who was recovering still.

 

[Mini Mongo]

Conan readied himself ''CHAARRRRRGGGGGEEEEEEEEE!'' Conan sprinted forward into the lines of the Zombie horde, Eridor closely behind Conan swung his war-hammer, as he hit a Zombie the thud echoed the hall and Conan screamed in agony. His arm was still badly damaged from earlier and for every swing that Conan made his arm hurt more and more.
As he was fighting Conan saw Edwyn have a ice spike go right through his shoulder propelling him against the wall ''Keep them company Eridor, I'll help Edwyn!''

Conan dropped what he was doing and retreated to Edwyn, as he ran a few Zombies tried to attack Conan, Conan lowered his war-hammer hitting the legs of the Zombies making them fall to the ground.
He finally reached Edwyn ''Stay calm mate. It's only a huge ice spike through your shoulder'' Conan grinned and placed his hands on the ice spike, and prepared to move it mumbling to himself ''1,2..........3!'' Conan heaved pulling the ice spike out of Edwyn, it was as cold as a night in Skyrim and froze Conan's hands. Conan threw the ice spike off into the distance and saw Edwyn fall to the ground.

Conan looked behind him to see several Zombies making their way towards him and Edwyn's location, he prepared himself, he needed to defend Edwyn. He couldn't let him die.
A Zombie charged in and Conan swung his war-hammer knocking a Zombie back but still alive, as he was occupied Conan turned to see a Zombie heading right for Edwyn, Conan improvised and grabbed a torch on the wall waving it around forcing the Zombies back, this could keep them alive until Edwyn recovered.

 

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Much to Eridor's prediction, Conan initiated his charge with a rallying cry, and the word matched his estimation exactly, the sound echoing throughout the room, momentarily drowning out all other ambience in the room. As soon as the Orc took his first step of his assault, Eridor took his, both charging at the hellish undead, fearless, with Conan swinging his warhammer with courage and rage, two emotions that combined to make an effective inspiration to decimation of the undead.

He took a more supportive role alongside the Orsimer, making sure he didn't get any cheap shots taken from an un-guarded angle. A few, petty attempts to attack Conan's flank from the unacknowledged zombies were swiftly dealt with by Eridor, who kicked, pushed and stabbed to interrupt their counter-offensive before they could disturb Conan's charge.

The Orc himself was stuck in a state of constant outcry. Whether from pain or sheer frenzy Eridor couldn't tell, but then he noticed the bleeding gash in Conan's arm, and realised that the brute was experiencing extreme agony by swinging his warhammer as he was. If he continued, Eridor could imagine the arm tearing from the Orc's shoulder from the G-force, and flying across the room. There could be a bonus of it hitting a unsuspecting zombie, but not worth the Orismer's loss of a limb, he needed to stop swinging, or risk serious damage to himself.

Just as the suggestion was about to release itself from Eridor's lips, the Orc ceased his relentless attacks, and turned towards the direction of Edwyn and the others. Eridor turned in sync, and caught sight of a large ice spike lodged in Edwyn's shoulder, pinning him to the stone wall. Eridor winced at the sight of the wound, not just at the impaling, but at the freezing temperature of the ice stinging Edwyn's raw flesh.

As Eridor turned back to Conan, he saw him abandon his assault, and run towards Edywn, in effort to aid him relinquish and treat his injury.
"Keep them company, Eridor, I'll help Edwyn!"

Keep them company. How Eridor was going to supply entertainment, or social sustenance to a bunch of mindless, flesh-hungry zombies, he didn't know. He had once performed stand-up at a Valenwood theatre, but he had never had an audience of rotting corpses, and somehow he didn't think they would appreciate his humour. In spite of any comedic improvisation techniques for amusing the undead, Eridor concluded that slaughter was the best medicine for this particular crowd, not laughter.

Eridor lunged at the nearest minion, placing his twin daggers in the neck of the soulless slave, ripping all the muscles located there, and snapping the bone as he twisted his daggers out of the partially-decomposed flesh. As he removed his weapons, Eridor kicked an advancing zombie in the stomach, preventing it from taking advantage of his brief vulnerability.

Eridor slashed the throat of the next ghoul, causing it to fall on its knees helplessly, and slump to the ground once enough blood oozed out of the wound. As Eridor went for a stab in the next undead's face, his strike was intervened by a powerful, clawed haymaker from a massive, towering Khajiit zombie, sending him twisting to the ground, his hand preventing him from falling onto the stone floor.

A bleeding slash was left on the Wood Elf's face, a line of red on the left side of his face, stretching from the temple to the centre of his cheek. The gash was deep enough to scar permanently, for the rest of Eridor's life.

Stunned and dismayed, Eridor grasped a large brick on the ground, and turned and launched it at the huge Khajiit's head, staggering its advance on a faltered Eridor, giving him enough time to retreat back to the group, frequently touching his face and looking at his hand, more and more blood covered Eridor's hand each time he kinetically inspected his wound.