Feldard gave out a bellow of alarm to warn the others ahead “We are attacked!” and charged at the undead creature standing up from the unconscious mage.
The dwarf swung his axe blade up and over his head to come down hard on the ghoulish creature just as its claws landed a glancing scrape on the stout warrior. The magical blade bit deep. The creature’s scream rang in the party’s ears as it fought back fiercely.
Ludo sprang into action holding the lightstone before him as a deterrent. Another of the undead creatures appeared out of nowhere. He thrust his sword into its chest and felt it cut through rotten flesh. Withdrawing his sword he saw a gallop of sickly green liquid erupt from the creature and land on the ground next to Miklos. The creature paused for a moment, then screeched at the young rogue.
Stephan was late getting his hack in but soon joined Feldard and Ludo in the attack. Rolling to his feet, he found himself facing a ghastly visage. The large eyes though vacant burned with pure hate. The gaping maw screeched an ear-splitting wail. A sickly old, dry smell emanated from the mouth in a cold stream.
The scrabbling creature attacked with unnatural vigor. Pushing with his shield, he was able to keep the thing off him for a second. But the grasping dead fingers held tight to the shield weighing it down with a sudden twisting motion. This sent the Traladaran sprawling into the dark mud with the thing still flinging itself about trying to get at his neck. He felt hard dry fingers scraping at his flesh but somehow managed to free enough space to strike with his blade.
The sword cut into the animated flesh sending a strange reverberation up the woodsman’s arm. The blow successfully removed the fell being’s left arm but had no effect on it’s seeming bloodlust. With an erupting wail, it again leaped Stephan.
Maruc grabbed at his holy symbol and was about to call again on Halav Re-Incarnate when still another ghoul rushed out from the mist.
“Return from whence you came!” Cried the priest. The beast recoiled and fled back to its tunnel. Then striding fearlessly toward the twisted animated remains locked in combat with Stephan. He thrust his holy symbol into the face of the first feeling the protective power of Halav encompass him and leap forth. “Allow the spirit of Halav to give rest to your souls. Pass into the ether!”
With this repeated intonation, the remaining three ghouls made haste away from the cleric.
Hasan recoiled at the sound of Miklos’s gasp. The elf’s sword glinted menacingly, but there was no room to swing it in the tight scrum in front of him. “Maruc, go now, and look to these creatures. I will watch for others,” the elf insisted.
There were two tunnels, about 50 feet apart, one straight ahead and another to the right, concealed by overgrown vegetation through which the undead had retreated. With the quick battle ended, the group noticed that the mysterious wailing had stopped. Hasan had the impression that it had originated from a different angle, somewhere ahead and slightly to the left of their position.