I wasn't ready for this. One zombie taken out by a clean shot from another's bow was one thing. Having to fight using some strange ability that I didn't know I had and not being sure if it will even work when I needed it to was another. I could feel myself shaking. What if when I needed that ability the most, it failed to work? Fuzzy wasn't going to be able to do it all if things got too heavy. Only time would tell.
Then there was the sound of rattling. As if the wind blowing a chime made of bones. The problem: there was no wind. Not even a small breeze. What was causing the chimes? Then the another added to the chorus, and another. Slowly becoming a cacophony . Fuzzy knocked an arrow. Then I saw them. Skeletons. Animated human remains. A chill ran down my spine. How does one kill a skeleton? A zombie, sure. Destroy the brain and the body stops working but there is no brain to destroy this time. Four rattling, walking corpses shambling toward us. Each carried a weapon. Two of them had swords, one had a mace and the other a staff. Wonderful. So not only walking piles of bones, but armored walking piles of bones. Their eyes glowed with a pale green light.
"There is a gem in their eye sockets. Knock those gems out and the skeleton will loose it's animating magic." Fuzzy said. Then he loosed an arrow and caught the skull of one of the sword carrying skeletons. It's skull rolled off and onto the ground. Two faintly glowing crystals dropped out of it's eyes and the body crumpled. The gems lost their glow quickly. I felt a little emboldened. It was possible for dead men to die again.
A robed person stepped out behind the skeletons, followed by two others. These must be the necromancers. The skeletons hastened. I readied my dagger. Fuzzy loosed another arrow. This one hit the other skeleton with a sword, but only knocked off a few ribs. It didn't seem to be bothered. Suddenly a bolt of blue light came hurdling toward me. It hit me and I felt the most intense cold I have ever felt. It was like a thousand daggers being stuck into me at once. It was so cold that it burned. I fell over from the intense pain. After a few seconds, the intense cold went away, however some pain still remained. I looked over at Fuzzy just as he was hit by purple bolts of energy. He winced in pain, but still managed to loose another arrow. This one scored one of the necromancers in the shoulder. She screamed in pain.
Then the skeletons were upon us. Fuzzy drew the swords he carried and attacked one of the two skeletons that were on him. I was cracked in the rib cage by a blunt object bringing my attention back to the skeleton who had come after me. That staff hurt! I stabbed at it's skull with my dagger. By some great luck (or by some help from the Furlord), I plucked out one of the gems in the eye socket. The skeleton staggered a little. This gave me the few seconds I needed to pluck out the other one. Poking my dagger into the other socket, I pulled forth the other gem. The skeleton dropped as did the emerald. Then I felt my energy being drained. One of the Necromancers was casting something on me. I felt terror. True terror. Then I felt something start in my gut. Words came from my mouth and my fingers pointed forward. Fire burst forth from my hands and hit the necromancer square. His robes caught on fire and he started to burn. I could hear him screaming as he dropped to the ground. One of the other Necromancers went running to his aid, but it was too late. The stench of burnt flesh and hair filled the air. I looked over at Fuzzy whom had taken care of the two skeletons and was focused on the female Necromancer.
He was in melee range, swinging his swords. Then he cleaved her head clean off her shoulders. It rolled into the charred remains of her companion. The last necromancer took a few steps back and did a quick survey of the surroundings. He obviously decided it wasn't worth dying here. He turned and ran. I was exhausted. I couldn't even stand. Then, I passed out.
I woke to water being poured in my face. "This is no time to sleep. We can't stay here. We need to get out of this village before more come. Here, put this on." Fuzzy handed me a robe he took off of the female. "It won't be a perfect fit, but it's better than nothing. And take the staff too. That may come in handy. You can use it to walk with for now."
I gathered myself and dusted myself off. I put on the robe, which wasn't flattering at all. There was a small hole in the shoulder where the arrow had pierced it and there was noticeable blood stains. I picked up the staff and used it to support me while I attempted to walk in my weakened state. We made our way out of the village.
We walked as far as my legs would take me. They did eventually give out and I told Fuzzy I had to stop. We made camp, ate and I went right to sleep. This was becoming quite the adventure already.
