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"BLOODY BLASTED BLAZES OF KARRNATHI KHYBER-CRAP!", the lancer swears violently as the corpse lurches to its feet.
Fang bucks beneath him, horrified at the unnatural abomination. "Kyaa!" Ja'khaa shouts as he tries to calm his wolf down and prepares to throw the lantern in his hand at the corpse's alcohol-soaked face and torso.
Bloody Khyber, no! Remember those Karrns up at Scions' in dad's stories? They fought on even as they burned! I'll only bring this place down if I do this...!
He hesitates, then sets the lantern down on a nearby table. He backs up, nearly to the doors in preparation for a charge. He takes his lance in his right hand once more, feelig the good ashwood of the haft then couches it in his arm before lowering the visor of his leather-and-iron lancer's helm. Flame guide me!
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"He wasn't breathing. I'm tell-" By the Traveller! He's... he's moving. Dead men, they don't move. "You, dead man, stop moving or face the consequences."
Zin, due to the environment, is unable to maneuver as well as he would prefer. Still, he is able to position his glaive between him and the corpse.
"Do not be alarmed. This is merely an undead creature." And yet, my mind powers are useless against it. Death will come swiftly to those whom do not banish such creatures as these. Sripor's voice is riddled with uncertainty.
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"Yipe!" squeals Yezt, who quickly scrambles to get out of the crazed lancer's way. Hefting his mace and buckler and turning his body sideways to minimize the target, he prepares to engage the moving corpse.
Inititive Order
Inititive 23: Ja'khaa, at I9 after charging
Inititive 19: Zin, at G9
Inititive 18: Yezt, at G11
Inititive 11: Corpse, currently prone at I10
Inititive 9: Morris, outside the inn.
Inititive 9: Sripor, at H11
At the sight of the dead man rising from the table, most of the crowd is horriffied, and small shouts of panic and surprise can be heard amoungst yells of "Karrnathi devilry!" Several patrons make a break for the door, others back away into the corners of the room.
Ja'khaa grunts as he heaves back on his lance and it exits the walking corpse with a sickening splortch. Fully two-thirds of the ashwood lance drips with stale blood from the malevolent cadaver.
He prances backward just as Zin's blade slashes in. The wolfrider turns and readies himself once more for either another charge or to brace against one.
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Hearing the commotion from the inside the inn Morris runs in to see what last he say as a helpless dying man, now having been recently run though by a lance.
"Zin, what has happened in here?"
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Ja'khaa spits savagely and growls, "Karrnathi crap is what it is!"
"By the fury of the Flame, this city might just have some sorta necromongrel saboteur on its hands!" he continues as he tilts his lance downwards, trying to get the blood to drip off.
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Yezt snorts derisively, puffing out his chest a little. "You call that thing a monster? Meantooth has found nastier beasts in his shoes, polearm-swinger."
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Spitting once more, Ja'khaa takes a scrap of oilcloth from his pack and wipes his lance clean of gore. He then slings his shield onto his back, lays his lance across the pommel of his saddle and draws his dagger.
He flips it through his fingers absently and stares at the mutilated body of a man who, less than an hour ago, they had been trying to save. May the Flame preserve us...
Suddenly, his furry ears prick up. He hears an erratic buzzing... dak-dak-kkadakka-dak-dak-dak-dak... Reaching into his ear with a grimy black nail, he squiggles around and fishes out a strange, earwax-coated beetle.
Flicking it away, he remarks, "Check yer ears, folks! Afore a-huntin' we go, we best need ta mak sure we're in top form..."
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"Oh what now! Do you not hear more screaming from the village. Something is definitely going. I would feel more comfortable with someone to go with me to check it out. Anyone willing to come?"
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Morris
"Oh what now! Do you not hear more screaming from the village. Something is definitely going. I would feel more comfortable with someone to go with me to check it out. Anyone willing to come?"
"Doubt Meantooth's words, do you stranger? Fine, Meantooth will follow you outside, just so he can laugh at you when nothing we see. Then maybe you understand why not to challenge a shaman's words."
And with that, Meantooth grabs the taller changeling by the arm and pulls him over to the door, kicking it open impetuously.
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Outside, the sounds of screaming can be heard more clearly. The sounds of pain and terror, while still faint, are heard by all. Several of the patrons, obviously unsettled by the talk of Karnnathi invasions and fight against the undead creature that took place before their eyes, have proceeded you out the door. They stand, listening, shocked by what they hear.
"By the Host, what is going on?" one man asks. Another suddenly bolts down the road with a fearful cry of "My Wife!"
Sripor sighs. "If your wife is to die, the she will most likely be, oh, reanimated as a creepy undead monster thing. So tread carefully," advises Sripor, drawing his shortspear.
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Fang bucks beneath Ja'khaa and sniffs, snorts and snarls. Knowing the moods of his mount, the lancer knows that somethig is up.
Hearing the screams and seeing the general confusion, Ja'khaa moves over to a slightly more open space in the road, in preparation for the inevitable charge. He straps on his shield, sheathes his dagger and couches his lance.
He then cranes his neck, straining eyes and ears forward, eager to learn of the cause of the commotion.
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