Post by grendrak on Nov 3, 2008 0:31:09 GMT -5
Resting at the Pig, Gren reminisced about his near disastrous trip to the harbor on patrol with Tarq and some of his riders. He had leaped off the edge of the top level to save a couple of sailors desperately trying to defend themselves from a zombie far down at the docks by the water, using his spells to float down, rather than fall down. He had managed to save one of the sailors, the other though turned into a zombie right in front of him.
"Brains"
"Fire?" Had been his reply as Gren called down a pillar of holy fire to destroy what had been a citizen not 10 seconds before.
The sound of the charred remains collapsing was drowned out by another sound. Turning to face the next threat, he fumbled for his gnomish talk box as at least 6 more zombies shuffled out from behind a steam tank, and a couple more came from the nearest boat.
"Brains..."
"Brains..."
"Brains..."
"Eyeballs..."
"Brains..."
"Ah hells, I could use some help down here." He said, a bit of desperation creeping into his voice, calling up to Tarq and his band of Riders up at the top of the pier.
Not having time to listen to the muffled reply, hoping it meant they were on their way, he sent out a mental scream that despite the lack of intelligence the zombies had still filled them with panic and sent most of them scrambling. Two of them were either smart enough, or stupid enough, to not be sent running. The first sliced a couple of gashes into his chest, the second bellowed his frustrations as Gren managed to get his shield into place the zombies clawing at it, it's pure white glow already tainting a sickly green as their claws weakened and corrupted it.
Quickly cleansing and casting a healing spell on himself he started calling forth blasts of pure holy energy at one of the zombies, the other being very efficiently handled by a paladin surrounded by a glowing shield strong enough to make Gren's look like a piece of paper.
"Thanks for the hand." Gren told Andrick as the rest of the Riders quickly dispatched the remaining zombies. Andrick just nodded in reply and hefted his weapon back to his shoulder. Turning to face Tarquin, "That was perhaps not my best idea ever. Thanks for the hand."
Shrugging ever so slightly Tarquin replied simply "Worked di'na it?" Without another word Gren, Tarq, and the rest of the Riders spread out in pairs and three's making quick work of the remaining zombies and infected people on the docks.
"Brains"
"Fire?" Had been his reply as Gren called down a pillar of holy fire to destroy what had been a citizen not 10 seconds before.
The sound of the charred remains collapsing was drowned out by another sound. Turning to face the next threat, he fumbled for his gnomish talk box as at least 6 more zombies shuffled out from behind a steam tank, and a couple more came from the nearest boat.
"Brains..."
"Brains..."
"Brains..."
"Eyeballs..."
"Brains..."
"Ah hells, I could use some help down here." He said, a bit of desperation creeping into his voice, calling up to Tarq and his band of Riders up at the top of the pier.
Not having time to listen to the muffled reply, hoping it meant they were on their way, he sent out a mental scream that despite the lack of intelligence the zombies had still filled them with panic and sent most of them scrambling. Two of them were either smart enough, or stupid enough, to not be sent running. The first sliced a couple of gashes into his chest, the second bellowed his frustrations as Gren managed to get his shield into place the zombies clawing at it, it's pure white glow already tainting a sickly green as their claws weakened and corrupted it.
Quickly cleansing and casting a healing spell on himself he started calling forth blasts of pure holy energy at one of the zombies, the other being very efficiently handled by a paladin surrounded by a glowing shield strong enough to make Gren's look like a piece of paper.
"Thanks for the hand." Gren told Andrick as the rest of the Riders quickly dispatched the remaining zombies. Andrick just nodded in reply and hefted his weapon back to his shoulder. Turning to face Tarquin, "That was perhaps not my best idea ever. Thanks for the hand."
Shrugging ever so slightly Tarquin replied simply "Worked di'na it?" Without another word Gren, Tarq, and the rest of the Riders spread out in pairs and three's making quick work of the remaining zombies and infected people on the docks.