Zombies in Moonbright village - RPLOG

Participants

• Cassidy
• Fenris
• Kazel
• Kialla

Date

10/6/479

Log

The village of Moonbright is clearly visible from the distance, being placed on a small hill, near an equally small river. Today however, it is basically a beacon, with multiple of the one story buildings that make up the formerly 200 being big village on fire. Armored humanoids can be seen shambling through the streets between both burning and still untouched buildings as one gets closer.

Cassidy frowns behind her mask, standing on the road outside the village. "Now, why is it on fire... This certainly isn't her work. It's not her method," she says with a huff. "Some spurned caller, perhaps. Mmmm. No matter. It needs to end, and that's what is important." She pulls the longbow from her back, running her fingers along the string as she starts seeking a vantage point in the scenery.

Fenris stands beside Cassidy, looking over the area. "It does not make sense," he agrees, "This is not Pyrrha's modus operandi at all. And I shudder to think she has a caller powerful enough to controll so many powerful undead." The tiger adjusts his long coat and fingers the ornate pendant he wears at his throat, before taking a deep breath and striding forward. "Let's see what damage we can do," he says, lightly.

While late on the scene, the large maneback being gently pulled along by its equally large rider makes an appearance as Fenris begins to stride forward, and Cassidy moves for her own vantage point. Though, the large fennec looses the maneback as she brushes its head and makes her stride to catch up with fenris. "Mm~ not late to dsis one... looks like you're a bit... low in dse 'elp department. she offers to the tiger as she glances at Cass moving of her own accord. A smile crossing Kialla's lips as she turns to focus on Fenris as he moved forward. "'ow can I 'elp you?"

From the vantage point the situation does not look much better, there seem to be about two dozen heavily armored undead in the village, as well as three cloaked riders on skeletal horses and a couple of undead who still have all their flesh and fur, wearing peasant clothing stained with blood. The fire in the village seems to originate from a single building, indicating an accident, rather than the horde setting the village on fire.

Cassidy starts to reach into one of her quivers, but changes her mind at the last minute and reaches for another one, instead, pulling one of the broad tipped bladed arrows from it instead. She sets it against her bow and waits, looking back towards the road from on high to see what move Fenris and Kialla make.

Stealth is not really on option with what Fenris has in mind. The tiger looks up at Kialla and her massive maneback mount with a grin. "Probably for the best," he says, "Means that I don't have to worry too much about hurting an ally, right?" He frowns at the undead forces, especially put of by the fresher walking corpses. "Bone Woman," he mutters, "What is it you think you are doing?" In preparation for what is without a doubt going to be a loud and messy battle, Fenris waves a hand through the air, carefully summoning a little water elemental into being. Every little bit helps, after all. "The best thing you can do for me," he says to Kialla, "Is stay well out of my way."

Kialla mmms as she watches Fenris... magic was a good bet after all, it lessened the chances of getting hurt. She had her own to tend to as she began making her own equations, starting with an earthen protection divination. Turning her flesh and fur to hardened rock, an extra assurance just in case. There was more to do, but one thing at a time as she made sure to stay next to Fenris for now. "Dsat is both wise and unwise. We could draw dsem apart into seperate 'ordes, but then we'd be fighting an individual battle instead of as a group battle."

Cassidy squares her shoulders and spreads her feet apart, taking a careful firing stance before lifting the longbow. Seeing Fenris call the elemental, she decides to make her own move, setting a passive bit of air magic in the back of her mind as she draws the string back, eyes scanning the village for a target before letting the arrow fly, guided by air magic towards the thing's neck to try to take the head off from her external vantage.

"I can't say that bother me any more than fighting a horde of the undead next to a giant wolf," Fenris confesses with a short lived smile, "Too late to worry much about it now." The tiger turns his attention to the shamblers ahead. Specifically looking for any collections of the mounted monstrosities. The tiger chooses out the largest concentration of undead, then breaks into a jog. "Ready? Go!" he calls back to Kialla.

Kialla raises her brow as she listens. Watching, though she hardly expected a charge... feeling her spell fizzle out did not phase her. It was done too quickly for her only meager apointment with it at the moment. It leaves little time to prepare further as she for now, follows after Fenris. She pulls out her twin longknives in preperation as she mentally attempts a water equation to hopefully make matters easier for the two of them.

The arrow finds its mark and takes off one of the armored zombie's head, pinning it onto the wall of one of the buildings in the villages, this causes the three cloaked figures to turn towards the group and one of them to shout some commands. Two skeletons with crossbows, leather armor and metal helmet nod at the orders and each one let go of a bolt, before quickly starting to reload. Kialla is narrowly missed by the bolt destined for her, Fenris however feels a sharp pain in his left foot, which has been pinned to the ground by the shot. The remainder of the armed zombies starts to draw together between the riders and the attacking Freeswords, while the fresh "recruits" continue shambling around, many of them seem to be carrying things, now that Fenris and Kialla are closer.

Cassidy settles another bladed arrow against her bow, taking aim on the crossbow wielders. If she could get rid of them, that should take the pressure off the other two. Drawing the string back, she lets the arrow fly once more.

Fenris grunts and comes to a sudden halt, his boot nailed to the ground. It is only by the grace of said boots that the arrow did not go through his foot. The tiger's attention moves quickly to whoever is shouting orders. "The dead don't speak," he says, then raises his free foot to stomp down hard, channeling a shockwave of earth magic at the gathered enemies.

Kialla is mindful of her allies as she hears the screaming bolt fly past her... too closely. Fenris was either tough, or the arrow missed. An interesting turn, but not one unexpected so far as she stands to Fenris' side as he stomps down onto the ground. Another arrow flying from the trees. She glances towards the undead crossbowmen before she picks her booted heel up to snap the back half of the bolt off so Fenris could lift his boot through the hole as she holds up both of her hands as she specifically targets the crossbowmen with frigid magic to prevent further assault.

Another arrow finds its mark, and while the head stays on this time, the skeletal crossbowman does go down. There is a general rumbling and shaking in the village and a few of the zombies are knocked prone, however they are trying to get back up again as soon as they are down, the advantage won't last. Kialla's magic leaves the undead cold, sadly not literally as she had intended though. One of the cloaked figures snorts and directs his horse away from the battle, setting off to the opposing end of the village, while the remaining crossbowman fires and misses at Kialla, who had just freed Fenris.

With one crossbowman left standing, Cassidy figured the two below could handle it well enough for now while she reached around for a different arrow. This one with a heavier, blunted head for making impacts rather than puncture. She draws the longbow back, this time taking sight on the cloaked figure that was falling back. Turning your back on a battle was a bad idea, and it was a point she wanted to drive home.

Fenris nods his thanks to Kialla, and winces as he pulls his foot free, then persues the cloaked figure atracking brutally as opportunities present themselves.

Kialla nods back to Fenris as the tiger does his best with mathemagically enhanced blows, cleaving foes apart with... his bare hands it would seem. Not unsurprising from the tiger as she passively weaved her seeping magics into her cruel and enchanted longknives. Her current task to watch Fenris' back, stabbing and slashing stragglers and the minions who come too close to Fenris' flanks or rear. The empowered tiger seemed to have most everything under control.

The escaping rider is hit by Cassidy's arrow, but the skeletal horse does not turn or stop its gallop. His hand reaches behind himself as he grasps the arrow, but then decides better and leaves it in for now. Meanwhile Fenris and Kialla have reached the main force that is occupying the village and find themselves engaged in melee combat. Hits are traded and Fenris downs one of the zombies, while shrugging off any incoming attacks. Kialla is less lucky, her attacks don't seem effective and she is given two nasty wounds on her arm and leg respectively. Cassidy, manages to blow an incoming bolt away from herself with a well placed gust of air magic, right when one of the shrouded figures mumbles a few words, too distant to be heard, but sure enough the small force of zombies is coated in stone skin, or gained a coating of stone on their bones, depending on how decomposed the individual fighters are.

Cassidy turns her attention towards one of the remaining claoked figures, frowning. The other one would get away, but that one seemed to be standing stationary. She readies another impact-arrow, lining up her sights before firing for the cloaked one's head. Flesh or bone, a smack to the head was unpleasant.

Seeing the new layer of protection on his undead foes, Fenris decides that a little extra defense wouldn't go amiss. The tiger pauses his charging onslaught for just a moment, setting himself in a hard, defensive stance and calling up a charge of earth magic to defend himself. He would love to get his hands on one of these cloaked bozos to find out what is happening without having to try and call up a Spirit in person, but the odds are starting to look slim.

Kialla herself, snarls as she takes a hit on her arm. Her normally passive bio-luminescense flaring as her exposed furtips momentarily burst with unusual color. Her eyes lit up brightly as she is forced back to back with Fenris, more or less. Her arms and blades begin to drip with darkness it seemed like as her glow dimmed into nothingness after a moment. A bit of stagger in her step for a moment before she regains her composure, switching her posture for power instead of finesse as the shadows begin to twist and furl as she attempts to befuddle the horde enclosing upon them with anger-laced black magic as the darkness begins to claw at what senses they have and befowl their movements as color drains from the massive vixen.

The cloaked figure seems to use the same trick as Cassidy earlier and avoids being hit by diverting her arrow with air magic as well. Fenris's spell however shows promising results and her finds himself donning a fancy stone armor over his whole body. The dark magic that Kialla unleashes at the zombies does not seem to be doing anything though. It would seem there is nothing there for it to twist and corrupt. Once more the freeswords fend off a wave of attacks, though Kialla is badly hit, her left arm bleeding at an alarming rate from her biceps. Another few words are mumbled in the distance and suddenly the weapons of the undead fighters, that by now got Kialla and Fenris surrounded, start to glow a fiery red.

Cassidy takes a moment for her next shot, taking a sturdy arrow and affixing a clay orb to the end. It would not be a terribly accurate arrow, but it didn't need to be. She pulls her bow up and takes aim for the sky, sending the arrow and its cargo in a high arc to eventually land amongst the undead masses.

"Get back, Kialla," Fenris says, finally ready to make another press forward, "Get yourself patched up." Figuring that even enchanted weapons are only useful if you can hit something, Fenris spreads his arms wide, sinking into the fugue state that accompanies advanced mathemagical workings and forces the hard packed earth around him into a gooey impassable morass as far as he can possibly push it.

Kialla hisses as she takes another blow, it was painful, she was however used to this. It made her sheath her longknife, that arm was useless for Melee combat as she eyes Cassidy's position. "I'll help from afar, if i can get out." she answers as she sheathes her other knife. Crouching down as her color returns. She focuses on a different kind of magic as she looks to her surroundings. An evacuation in order as instead she summons the winds to aid in a rather long jump up and over the shambling masse, in the direction of Cassidy. For now, just holding her bleeding bicep as she attempts to move towards Cassidy,

The magic works and the zombies in their heavy armor sink into their ground till their legs have completely vanished into it. To top it off, the arrow Cassidy sent towards them lands and bursts, unleashing its sticky payload onto the zombies and Fenris...who is hit by a spell that arcs from the finger tips of one of the hooded cultists. The lightning bolt is absorbed by the tiger's rock armor, but the plates of rock are blasted of his frame by the force of the impact.

Cassidy lowers her bow for a moment, turning her focus inward. The oil struck, now was the time to make the purpose clear. Flame conjured in the midst of the zombies to ignite the oil and everything unfortunate enough to be covered in it.

Fenris is glad for his armor as it is blasted away. The smell of lamp oil scattered around him is just one more bit of incentive to get OUT of here now that the zombies are immobilized. The tiger summons up another surge of earth magic to propel himself forward across the immobilized phalanx of undead, giving chase to his magical foes instead of simply fighting their (rotting) meat shields. Meanwhile, a quick flick of mental direction sends his little water elemental zipping toward the mounted and cloaked magician.