Danrik hung his shield on to the custom fitted hooks on the back plate of his armour, they allowed him to secure his shield to his armour securely without it getting in the way and keeping it within easy reach. His right hand gripped the shaft of his hammer, which gave off a red hue indicating a fire enchantment. In his left, he prepared one of the many healing spells he had learned over the years. His compainion, Einarr, a Nord, so to speak, followed him. Einarr had tried to make conversation, Danrik hadn't ignored him, but had kept quiet to keep his senses alert. He felt a little guilty, as this young looking Nord'ish man was quite pleasant.
"Einarr, stick close, whatever we run into be ready to take it down, man or beast, living or dead. Show no mercy, for they will show you none" he whispered.
He sniffed, and the smell of rotting flesh filled his nasal passages and almost made him vomit. He instantly switched his healing spell to a death bane spell. One on many taught to Paladins during their training, along with wards, healing, and sometimes destruction, a school that Danrik had chosen not to follow despite the obvious benefits of it's destructive magicks a Paladin could have used. As a testement to his will and devotion to Stendaar by only harming undead foes using magic. Fighting others by using his weapons.
"Undead" He growled as he moved foward.
A breeze could be felt, an indication that the left tunnel he and Einarr took was about to open up into a carvern of somekind, the smell became stronger and more repulsive. Not as bad as Daedra, but enough to sicken weaker people... And he was right, the tunnel came to an end and opened into a large cavern. Danrik found himself on a rim that spiralled the walls of the cavern to form a ramp that led to the floor level, he could make out an opening on the other side, thanks to the fire in the centre of the room. He narrowed his eyes. He could make out five figures. One of them wore robes, black robes. Two of the others had flesh on their bones, but the buzzing of flies would indicate that the flesh was rotten and dead, in other words, zombies, the walking dead. The last two were just all bones, and were carrying weapons. It was obvious what this was, a foul Necromancer and his undead slaves. He looked back to Einarr.
"We'll take out the slaves first, then their master. I cannot see any other bodies he can raise to do his bidding, no point in leaving ourselves open to them. I'll take the Zombies, you take down the Skeletons. If you have a fire spell or enchanted weapon. Now is the time" He whispered. "Okay , stay sharp, and watch your back, good luck friend, may Talos guide you.".
He stood up, tall and proud.
"IN THE NAME OF STENDARR CEASE YOUR ABOMNIABLE ACTS AND PREPARE FOR JUSTICE!!" He roared at the Necromancer by the fire.
The Necromancer, suprised, span around quickly and looked at him. He defiantly pointed at them both.
"You and your squire shall die and be risen as my slaves, Righteous fool!" he spat, the venom in his words almost tasteable. "GET HIM!" he ordered.
The four slaves of the Necromancer sprun into action. The Zombies moved with suprising speed towards the foot of the ramp, the two skeletons produced bows and were knocking arrows. One of the first things he learned as an Initiate at the Abbey of High Rock, Never underestimate the bowman skills of a raised Skeleton as they were suprising accurate. "MOVE!" he snarled at Einarr before heading town the ramp towards the Zombies.
The two 'Skinkers', a name for Zombies he had thought up whilst a Squire rambled towards him, and he in turn, quickened his pace into a full on charge, he tracked their speed and fired of his prepared spell, a glowing gray ball of magic energy shot from his left hand and streaked towards the two Zombies. The spell hit the second of the two zombies, it stopped and began to cower, the first kept running towards him. He raised his hammer and let out a furious battleshout. The two clashed. The Zombie struck first grabbing Danrik's armour and attempting to bring it's broken and rotting teeth to Danrik's face, Danrik slammed his hammer into the Zombie's stomach, a few small flames licked across the Zombie's midsection, but the force of the blow was enough to free the Paladin from the grip. Danrik then followed up with a mighty swing of his Hammer to the Zombie's head, it connected with such force it tore the Zombie's head from it's shoulders, leaving it hanging by only a few veins. Danrik stepped back, slightly, pleased but noticing the Zombie was not yet ablaze from the fire enchantment in his hammer. Danrik reeled the hammer back and struck another, equally heavy blow, which set the Zombie ablaze as his Hammer's enchantement kicked in. With a lesser back hand swing, he knocked the 'nearly headless but engulfed in flame' Zombie from the narrow ramp and to the floor that was still at least eight foot below.
The second, previously distracted by his death fear spell, shambled towards him, hissing and gurgling with a futile rage. Danrik quickly grabbed his sheild from it's mountings and raised it to deflect the first blow. He heard the thump of dead flesh hitting Banded-Iron. Danrik retaliated by smashing the walking dead with the shield, putting his weight behind it. The Zombie was knocked to the ground, and Danrik pinned it there permanantly with an armoured foot. He re hooked his shield to free his left arm, he changed the grip on his hammer so that the head faced downwards, gripping it with both hands.
"This time... STAY DEAD!!" he howled before bringing the hammer down on the Zombie's head, crushing it like a watermelon. Corrupted blood and rotten brain matter was spread at least a foot across the ramp.
A quick smile and breath before checking back on Einarr...
