OOC: You realize Zorha can't even see the castle anymore... You two aren't near him...

Kal's staff end and sword were slowly being reduced to flashes of light.

"Hypothetically speaking, I can charge any purified oils, which in turn wipe out undead pretty damn easily. But since Zorha will remain forever the cowardly coward that he is, we're basically hosed unless Kishan kills Exmoore."

OOC: He's not a coward, just he cares more about his horse then any of you guys.

IC:
Zorha had finished the oil, and made a dozen bottles full, and one leaky bag. Getting back on Grey, he held out a home made horse feed he made infront of Grey's face. Moving forward to get the food, then the food moved forward, so Grey started running after it. This was the only way Zorha could think of getting his horse near the undead again.

OOC: Great. The world needs saving. The apocalyps is nigh. What does he care about? the fact that his horse seems to be spooked by all this.

"Reguardless, I hope that healer gets back here soon. I'm not sure how much longer we can fight them off"

"We can't hold out much longer." Peter said. "Hurry up." James said.

Obviously no help was forthcoming for Kishan. Dammit. He had to end this fast.

Parrying frantically, Kishan kicked Exmoore's knee backwards, and then feinted towards his eyes with his free hand. Having spent an entire lifetime protecting his eyes, Exmoore took the feint, covering his eyes....

and giving Kishan time to drive his new scimitar through the man's heart, and run him backwards to pin him to the opposite wall from the Harlequin.

He was still alive. And Kishan was out of weapons.

He grabbed up the frying pan and commenced to beating the pinned undead lord about the head and shoulders with it.

Grey, to focused on the delicous treat infront of him, didn't notice he ran right back into the graveyard. While Grey passed Kal, Zorha threw the bag containing the bottles of the oil at him. Soon after that, Grey got the food from Zorha's hand, ate it, then saw the zombies. Again, Grey ran away, taking Zorha with him.

Kal tossed vials out to everyone and said, "Put it on the business end!!"

He did so on his sword so he didn't have to use any more magic, then stabbed a zombie.

It spazmed violently as it shook itself into ashes.

Vace poured it on his sword, and smiled wickidly as he saw Kal stab a zombie and it disintigrated. "Now vengence is mine, foul undead things!" Vace said, and charged into the zombies, hacking and stabbing, making zombies nearly explode around him from the fury of his blows.

Alka grinned from ear to ear as he anointed his armor and his axe with the oil.

"You want to know how to get the undead? I'll show you how to get the undead!"

He saw a shambling zombie and put his fist clean through its head, guffawing as it disintegrated to dust.

"They pull a crossbow, you pull a ballista!"

He seized another one and cackled at the sound its undead flesh made as the oil touched it, then slammed it to the ground and kicked its head off, sending it flying.

"They send one of your guys to the healer, you send one of their guys back to the ground!"

He drew his axe and hewed a path towards Kal, then placed himself solidly between the zombies and them.

"That's how you get the undead!"