Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-12599067-20141116042813

Veranwen, who had already been on her feet by the time Kasra sent a bolt of lightning her way, aided by blasting skeletons into piles of flame-charred bone. Ranwulf, once he was jolted awake by a blast of lightning and figured out where the hell he was and what was going on, clashed into the skeletons like a whirlwind, axe in one hand and sword in the other.

Luckily for Lorcan, he knew what he was doing. The minute the skeleton's head snapped off, the rest collapsed to the ground in a useless heap. Conall found himself perfectly capable of doing the same, as evidenced by him chopping one skeleton in two and knocking back the other two.

With the fire lit, it was much easier to see their foes and how many there were. Luckily, there weren't as many as the darkness would have otherwise suggested, but the mercenaries were still outnumbered at least five to one. The odds were most certainly not in their favor.

A sword flashed out to Conall's right, threatening to cleave into his shoulder, while another skeleton nocked an arrow aimed for his heart. To his right, Friedrich somehow found himself facing a skeleton that was still mostly-clad in Legion armor, although it was obviously rusted and worn from centuries of neglect. Still, the armored skeleton was a foe to be wary of, for it still moved very quickly and it didn't tire, as evidenced by how easily it was able to rush forward and swing it's steel blade at his midsection. Meanwhile, it seemed that Lorcan had only just felled his first foe when another struck out at him, this one aiming a sword at his waist.