Farull marches on club in hand kicking stones in the road. "Chaos men... good loot. More plates for me gut." He pats the gut plate appreciatively.
Arabyan wanted to respond to Farull`s statement,but he thought better of it.Besides,pressing matters lay close to his heart. He draw unnervingly slowly his scimitar as he heeded Gunther`s warning.Falling just behind Sakeis in their raid of the cave,Vizier took hold of the environment,his eyes wide like a caged animal,his face framed with his scarf and cowl. "Gunther is right.Whatever this Chaos is and whoever is inside of that cave,it is manipulating the Breath of the Gods.I am starting to think that our employer might have cutting us back on information.Whoever does this...is no common pirate.At least...not the kind I know of..."
It took a grand total of three steps for everything to go wrong as Gunther stepped around a raised section of rock and found a piked skull staring at him. Blue lich fire danced in its eye sockets and regarded him for approximately three seconds before jaws unhinged and it let out a cackling call into the depths of the cavern. Bones rattled all about and in what would no doubt be one of their last peaceful moments for the duration of this journey they realized that this was not the lair of a heretic summoner, but a Necromancer. Skeletons emerged from shadowed crevices and hidden positions where undead had previously lay prone among patches of stalagmites. Low moans joined the mocking laughter of shifting bones as a handful of zombies began to trudge, crawl and lurch from deeper within shadowed tunnel ahead of them. With freezing winds flowing in from behind them and shambling horde ahead it was set to be just another day for the Warriors of the World. "SMASH DEMS! ME WANT FIFTY NEW BONE TEETH SPEARS FROM ALL YOU OR YOU FIRED!" Thumping his blackjack across meaty palm Argot roared and started forward.... Mercenaries: Argot: 24 Gunther: 14 Sakeis:17 Thorkild:16 Sneek:10 Snik: 8 Farull:18 Malik:12 Ammo: Argot: Pistols x2[10] Sneek: Pistol [10] Snik: Javelins [5] Conditions: Frost Bitten and Chill Bones: Skeletons: 10/10/10 Zombies:8/8/8/8 Shrieking Skull: 1 Crossbones: 10/10 Ammo: Crossbones: Crossbows [10/10] Conditions: So long as the Shrieking Skull remains active it will summon enemies from deeper in the cave each turn.
OOC since I was being a smartass in the OOC thread, let's see if that transfers here when it matters "AMBUSH!" Gunther shouted as the undead warriors piling in. In truth, he expected servants of Chaos but the necromancer and his lackeys will have to do. "TO ME SONS OF SIGMAR! LET US DRIVE THE ENEMY BACK!" he cried and lurched forward down the tunnel, his warhammer brought forward in a cleaving arc aimed towards the incoming zombies. His intention was to drive into the biggest knot of enemies and smash them around before they could get a steady stream of troops, thus breaking any semblances of the formation and forcing them to fighting where they are on their weakest - one on one.
Farull smiles then bellows mightily. "RAAAAAAAAAAA!" Starting to ramp up into a bull charge. In doing this he runs rights through the skull and into the undead.
Sakies charged forwards into the bunch of undead warriors as well, ready to start swinging his weapon around and chopping up the warriors into bits. The Lizardman decided that on the whole they weren't exactly the scariest thing he's encountered in his life but they would have been considerably high up on that list before the event that lead his exile.
"Blasphemy!"cried Malik as Shrieking Skull leered forward its skeletal minions. A horror of ancient Nekahara gripped his soul and his heart sank knowing that the vile reach of necromancy spread even this far on the North.Truly...no place under the sun is pure from the vile taint of these black arts.It must be cleansed...in fire! Following in Ogre`s wake,Vizier spotted one of the skeletons wielding a ranged weapons.Disliking the idea of being shot again,he took cover behind his more...bulkier comrades,opening his tome that rested by a chain on his hip.Complex diagrams and esoteric shapes filled the page as he worded words of power in his native tongue. OOC:Godamn it Colapse...we could have fought zombies Oh and...casting "Flame Shield".If it is successfully casted,it will grant well...flame shield to all party members.
Sneek held on tightly to his employer with one hand and wrapped his tail around the ogre's neck while carefully 'aiming' his pistol, firing at the nearest undead in sight (with no meat to eat!), smart enough to know his scimitar would do little against these creatures.
OOC: Considering Argot is Sneek's employer and not Farull, and is also an ogre, I don't think he's on Farull's neck
