OOC: Wheeee! SWORDITY!

IC:
Kishan, still on the same floor as Exmoore, nodded distractedly. Well....if the Harlequin was really all that important....then obviously it was a bad thing that the bad guy had it. So the first job was to get it away from him. But how? Generally you don't just go up to insane lords of the undead and say "May I please have that priceless and powerful ancient artifact you're holding?"

And then it occurred to him....getting the Harlequin away from Exmoore didn't neccessarily mean getting him to let go of it.

Using all his athletic ability, Kishan lept and tumbled through the undead throngs towards Exmoore, with well placed blows of his runed (ehe. : P) scimitar clearing the way.

The only truly troublesome moment was when, while trying to push off a nearby zombie, instead of landing on the zombie's skull, as intended, he hit the chest instead. And sunk in up to his ankle. But that was easily remedied.

Reaching the area near Exmoore, Kishan gave a battle cry and threw his dagger, neatly pinning the wrist attached to the Harlequin to the wall. As Exmoore instinctively tried to pull it free (and was distracted), Kishan dove in and separated said arm from the evil guys's body. Easy enough, right?

And then he realized.....that now he was trapped between an extremely angry lord of the undead and a powerful magical artifact. And the guy's arm, but that was beside the point.

"Uh guys? A little help here?" he said as he battled to keep Exmoore away from the wall behind him, and stay alive at the same time.

OOC: I don't think any of the heavy hitters can help you, or even get to you in the first place...

BIC:
Alka saw Zorha getting off his horse and begin mixing the ingredients.

"Fan-freaking-tastic."

He unslung his axe and cut a swath through the zombies, sending arms, legs and heads flying every which way before he finally reached Zorha. He looked back at the healer as he set himself properly on the ground.

"Okay, you kill the zombies while I mix the oils."

Then a shambling zombie came, so Alka punctuated his comment by splitting it half open with his axe and kicking the torn remains away.

"See? it's easy!"

The one zombie that Alka brought over was enough to scare Grey, making the horse run off. Zorha noticed this to late, then quickly pushed everything into his bag, then got up and ran after Grey. "Stupid dwarf!" Zorha yelled back at the stupid dwarf.

"Hey, I don't dictate where these guys go! And if you want to talk about stupid, who's the guy who sits down in the middle of a war zone and mixes potions like he was in his shop!"

Of course, by then, more zombies had come to play, so Alka had to be a gracious host... and dismember them.

(OOC: He's a thief/ex-ninja. He's going to be fast, but he can't take much damage. That's the trade off. Notice that when the goblin from the fight before punched him, he went flying. He doesn't take hits well. His speed is all he has. And it's a good thing that the dagger does a ton of damage to them, because he ain't that strong, neither. But, I'll tone it down.)

"Well excuuuuse me! It's not my fault he's still alive! Usually when you put a long dagger in a guy's back, he's dead!"

Thomas felt his dagger's hilt was getting a little hot. Even through his leather gloves, the temperature was a little more than uncomfortable.

"Shit. This thing's getting hotter each time I attack. I better go back to my normal ones for a bit, and let this dagger cool off." Thomas quickly put the dagger into some non-flammable material in his pack. He then pulled out his two normal daggers, and spun them in his hands.

"Here we go!" Thomas went in for an attack, and dug his dagger into a zombie's chest. The zombie looked down at his chest, and then looked at Thomas with a look of question on it's face. Thomas frowned.

"Shit. Things just got a whole lot harder."

OOC: Your not really making that trade off often though...

IC:
Zorha finnaly caught up to Grey, who had stopped at a spring far off. Luckily, being a wood elf, long runs really didn't tire Zorha out. However, when looking back at the undead castle, he noticed he couldn't see it anymore.

"Well shit..." Zorha mumbled to himself, sitting down. Reopening his bag, Zorha continued to make the oils.

Yuniko continued pinning the creatures down... "Dammit, I can't do this forever!" She said as she took a running start and vaulted herself off of the head of an attacking zombie. She landed effortlessly on a pillar, broken after years of wear and struggle. It wasn't very tall or sturdy, but it kept her out of the reach of the zombies until she could figure out a different strategy to defeating them. She crouched in a cat stance, observing the battle and checking to see how many throwing knives she had left.

Argriv headed towards Zorah and Alka, cutting his way through those zombies between them. "Did I hear Purification Oils? Wouldn't that hypothetically work like poison to the undead?"

"It would, but try to keep away from the healer. He'll go all hissy and throw a fit if his *untethered* horse runs off again."

<Hmm> Argriv had never been good with animals. He possitioned himself so that the dwarf was between himself and the horse.