OOC: Are you having problems with some of your posts going missing? I responded to this a couple of days ago, but it has just vanished. I lost posts to two other games as well. One was dammed unfortunate, because the other players did something completely different and quite foolish in my opinion before I got back to re-post a couple days later. Anyway, trying again.
As Micheal calls out his reserves his enemy is doing the same. The last of the forces run from the now badly burning warehouse. One of these is another old man, obviously a shaman or necromancer of some sort who adds more defensive magic. Most of the others are lesser warriors, but they rush the ship as well. Even with the addition of another defensive spell caster on shore the magical assault is taking a toll on the old man and he bleeds from several wounds.
A more serious threat emerges however, with another wave of his staff, the old man calls up more sinister forces. A large contingent of undead begin to climb up the sides of the ship and dock. Many are on fire, but it does not seem to slow them down, but it does terrify many of the sailors and marines on deck who are unprepared for such an uncanny foe. Their leader remains frozen though Nac'Losin is trying to get to him. A few of the more wily sailors turn their fire hoses to try and wash the flaming undead from the ship. But their are many more undead than hose crews. That the old man would commit such disturbing forces to use in a public place even under the fog shroud is a mark of his growing desperation.
The newly launch forces come together at the rail in a mighty clash of arms. The Ogres and Giants are individually the equal of many of the old man's warriors, but he has a lot of forces to commit and the carnage is terrible. Slowly, the forces of the Retribution begin to make some headway against the enemy pushing the forces back along the dock, but the undead on deck are gaining ground. Nac'Losin stops trying to reach Chandar and raises her holy symbol.