Too engrossed in studying the writing, Miklos was startled almost out of his wits when the floor splintered. He stood rooted to the spot gaping like an idiot for a long moment until the shouting around him galvanised him into action. He crammed his pencil and parchment into his backpack and retreated, clasping his staff with both hands for reassurance.
Fully expecting the unexpected Maruc leaped backward out of reach. In the same movement instead of reaching for his ever present flail he grapsed the symbol from around his neck.
He’d never experienced the shock of creatures crawling their way back to the surface of the living and it turned his stomach. He was filled with a mixture of loathing and determination. Something of the irratic and fervant behaviour of his breathern clergy struck him at that moment,as it had done when he had tried to interrogate the Veiled Society member in the tunnels.
He thrust the symbol at them as he might a shield. In that moment he absolutely believed the Halav Incarnate was behind his every action.
“Back! Back into your hole! Halav Himself commands you!” Maruc spat the words out in his fervour. “Return or be damned forever! Dare not to disobey Him!”
Feldard was too stunned to move at first. He had been only joking about the waking the dead comment! Then the Priests commanding tone, shook the dwarf from his wide-eyed stare. With a battle-ready grin, Feldard moved in to hack at the corpses with his trusted battle axe.
Ughh, this looked grim. Was this what the old priests talked about when they spoke of the living dead, come back for retribution? Nicolai took his sword and started laying into anything not part of the group. He knew it was no time for subtlety.
As soon as the first five zombies emerged from out of the dirt, they recoiled at the priest’s words and shambled fearfully away. They were trapped within the room, and so were forced to cower in the corners. But there were more who crawled out from underneath.
Saeth tossed the dagger she was holding at the first hand that broke through the soft ground, to no effect. She reached back to draw her sword, but stopped in shock, as it felt… wrong, abnormal, not quite the right shape. Slowly it dawned on her that this was the new blade, the one that Miklos had given her. After a moment’s hesitation, she drew it, warding these hell-borne creations off with it, hoping it worked half as well as her normal, heavier blade.
Despite her lack of practice with the weapon, it felt more comfortable in her hands than any sword she had every wielded. Though it seemed light, the blade inflicted massive damage as it sliced through the zombies like they were made of butter.
As they emerged, Feldard and Nicolai joined Saeth in chopping down the undead. The slow moving creatures were easy to hit. Pieces of them flew off as they were hacked apart. Still, they kept coming. So again, the priest raised his holy symbol and invoked the name of Halav. The zombies joined their fellows in the corners of the room. Petrified by the power of the cleric’s faith, they could not even defend themselves. Soon, they were damaged to the point where even dark sorcery could no longer propel them.
Nine of them in all joined the skeletal remains that already rested upon the ground of the chamber.