“Oh great, more bones to smash,” muttered Nicolai.
Hasan looked at the skeletons in horror. “What devilry brought these foul things here?” Drawing his scimitar, he strode toward the charging mass, prepared to hack away.
The dwarf looked over from where he’d begun pacing in his usual manner when things were taking too long to get going. This interruption by skeletons was almost welcome to the dwarf. He prepared to meet the skeletons full bore, swinging his battle axe energetically as if to cleave them clean in half.
The mage busily packing his spellbook away didn’t at first know what all the fuss was about. Then there was that musty smell of decay that brought the memories of dread Sevastian the Wight. It was only when he’d stood up and turned to face the combat that he realized the dead had returned to haunt them.Grimacing he pulled out his staff and prepared to defend his friends backs should any get past the warriors.
“Death follows the Sons of Night!” the priest cried as he lauched himself to his feet. “Stand aside and allow the power of Halav to send these creatures hence!” The priest cast back his cloak and held forth his Halavist symbol. “Bones of the dead, return to your slumber! Let the forces of darkness command you no longer!”
Unbeknownst to him, Maruc’s power had increased, as his devotion and service to Halav became increasingly devout. He had no fear as he faced down the charging masses of bone. The first wave of shattered before him, crumbling to dust and splinters.
The second wave of undead charged in behind and was met with steel. Swords slashed and a dwarven axe chopped in all directions. The battle was just getting heated up when the cleric repeated his holy rite and caused the remaining skeletons to once again explode into tiny fragments.
The battle happened so quickly that they had trouble even estimating the number of foes they had just faced. Something like a dozen or so. Fortunately, the cleric made such fast work of the unholy warriors that the group was left unscathed.