When The Voice Whispers IC

[Uncle_Putte]

Taking the librarian's word at it's worth, Alestair merely stands in silence, assuming the man will turn his attention to them when he finds a suitable moment to pause his work. He'll use the moment to rather examine the man in question. In case the moment stretches uncomfortably long, he'll step up his curiosity with special intrest on the subject he's working on at the moment. To put it briefly, he'll go hover around the man, scrutinize his work and read over his shoulder until the fellow gets peeved to the point he can do no other than pay attention to them.

[Breten]

The bolts of light from Thaddius' wand slam into the only remaining skull on the undead commander, and suddenly it to explodes. With an agonizing scream the creature begins to fall to dust before for you. It's bone staff clattering noisily to the ground before it too turns to dust.

Before he completely disolves you hear his voice, filled with the longing of centuries cry out again

Vrakmul!

And then he is gone. With his sudden demise the zombie shuffle to a halt, staring vacantly ahead.

Mort moves up to one of the remaining zombies and dispatches it quickly, sending it crumbling to dust just as it's master did.

I'm glad that thing is dead whatever it was. But we can't be over confident. There is still another vampire around here somewhere. Has anyone seen....

Suddenly his eyes widen as the pointed end of a viscously barbed dagger appears through his chest, the afore mentioned vampire behind him appearing behind him and neatly sliding it through Morts heart with a elegant thrust. Mort tries to gasp out a word of shock, but only manages to cough a mouthful of blood before falling dead to the floor.