Caravan

[*Selebius]

If they are surprised at this lone woman attacking a squad of six they recover quickly.

Emila feels an arrow graze her cheek, the point unable to break her skin, another one shatters on her shield.

Then she is upon them and while they are trained well enough to land a few blows on her they are cut down quickly.

The Archers are backing up, one dropping his bow and readying a small axe and buckler, blocking her way while the other one runs back deeper into the forest, probably calling for reinforcements.

[*Midnight]

Knowing she is going to get hit anyway she drops her sword and shield and draws her bow. Ignoring the hobgoblin with the axe and praying to Vecna it is not silver she fires a flaming arrow at the runner.

[*Selebius]

The runner is hit in the back, the arrow piercing the maille, the flames incinerating the flesh beneath and he drops, smoke rising from the still smoldering corpse.

Seeing their plan being foiled the last one screams a battle cry and brings his axe down on Emila's arms, only to see that a cut which should have severed a limb resulting in only a small, fast healing gash.

Horrified he stumbles back, mumbling a quick spell and his axe is surrounded by flickering flames, throwing eerie shadows onto the matal walls.

Getting into a crouch, holding axe and shield ready he awaits the Vampire's move and Emila sees- and smells- that while afraid this one will fight to the last breath.

[*Midnight]

Trust in the resistence to fire she gets as a favoured soul she drops the bow as well and lunges bare handed in an attempt to grapple him.

[*Selebius]

Surprised he takes his axe in a short handled grip- clearly well trained even in this kind of combat.

Yet of course he is not prepared for the pain her touch causes, his life slowly draining away, strenghening his opponent. He feels his axe slip from his grip, his strenght leaving him slowly.

[*Midnight]

Her fangs bared she sinks them into his throat whispering inti his ear.

"Shh this fight is over now. There are plenty of other battles left for you though."

She drains him of his blood and lets the body drop to the floor. Surveying the carnage she picks up all her dropped belongings and raising her hands in prayer she floods the cirpses with negative energy rotting away their flesh and raising them to be a unit in death as they were in life.

//Would like them to be the organized (soilder) skeletons from Libris Mortis please.

[*Selebius]

((Yep- ok. ))

The corpses twitch, the flesh rotting away in their now too large suits of armour which they shed like old, unwanted skin.
Yet they grip their weapons and shields.. and almost instinctively get into formation again, their red glowing, empty eye sockets fixed on their new commander.

[*Midnight]

Knowing the goblin's organized and lawful nature Emila has her charges "play dead" and waits for the next patrol to come and investigate the abscence of the one she wiped out. To make herself less conspicious she shape shifts into a bat and hides inside one of the now discarded suits of armour.

[*Selebius]

The skeletons are quite good at playing dead, hiding between the scattered pieces of armour.

There is still some flesh smoldering from the one Emila shot and the stench fills the room.

Soon another patrol is approaching which is looking for their missing brethren. Four archers are supporting six heavily armoured hobgoblins, the squad spreading out, searching for an attacker.

[*Midnight]

She stays still in her hiding place and has her undead do the same she waits for the goblins to break formation and search the bodies.