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Shellshocked from the strange occurrence, Kushnak looks at the others, troubled. "A voice, did you hear it..." he says. "It makes sense though, the only stable owner in town will surely not risk giving us help now. We should..." he trails off, waiting to hear that the others have in fact...

"We've already resolved to leave town. Let's just do it faster. Carrying one more body shouldn't slow us too much..." "We should split up to get things done more quickly. Nethezar and Bazrim, do your best to get this one out of sight. Eskard, with me - we still need mounts."

"I'd go find us some food, but I don't think I should risk it," says Logan. He returns to quietly looking over the new weapon.

Kushnak fails to rush after Bazrim, instead looking to the other bodies. If any of them are not dead, he cures them slightly before leading the group, with body in tow, out of the open.

Energetic at the thought of a new weapon despite his injuries, Logan happily hefts it and goes about checking out the room more thoroughly. Look for more tracks. Stonecunning.

Kushnak simply turns to his new foe and cuts into him as he did the previous one.

Logan rushes over to Angrod, wincing as he moves. "Let me have a look at that flail..." he says, failing to appear nonchalant.

Moving very gingerly, the previously surly dwarf looks almost... smug. "Got 'em, didn't we?" He gets up slowly and looks around. "There isn't any more... healing around, is there?"

In a surprisingly calm voice, Kushnak calls out, "Together!" He charges toward the assailant and in one motion flips his pack around his free shoulder and draws his sword. His full momentum behind him, he swings the blade at the crossbowman's neck. Charge-draw-attack. I think that works? I...

Correction, it has at least a CRAPTON + 4 hitpoints.

The half-orc, satisfied that the group is in agreement, begins preparations for the journey. He first acquires mounts for the party, and, if they are not enough to carry the fallen on their own, acquires something with which to do that as well. Before departing, he performs a ritual to stave...

With a look askance at Bazrim, Kushnak notes, "This much is true, Nethezar. I am also intrigued. Not only does it seem there is a war brewing, but it is a war that lacks one side at the moment. It would seem prudent to provide," the half-orc says with a chuckle, "some competition." "For that...

Kushnak looks back over his shoulder and gives a chuckle. "Poor man. He thought he was safe when he saw we were back, now he just has more to worry about. As for us... well, yes Eskard, we are, or somewhere close to it, I'd guess, in order to find what we need."

"I better wake up after this!" shouts Logan to the cleric as he swings his flail once again. Attack, fall down.

Logan takes advantage of the undead's poorly planned position, slamming his morningstar into its back. 5' step nw to flank, attack, +5 (+2 flank), d10+4

"Well, rather, someone giving them orders wanted you dead. Now that they're gone..." Kushnak shrugs dramatically, "maybe you don't need to worry."

Startled at both the projectile and the stirring corpse, Logan rushes in and attempts to gain position. double move to 1 square north of the southeast corner of the room.

"I wonder what those things were up to... there's a body on the table in there," whispers Logan. If no one acts, he inches into the room with the table.

Kushnak approaches closer, though not enough to threaten the overly large man. He states, "That about covers it. All three churches are destroyed. I'd suggest you take to a safer lifestyle, as I believe the priests have friends. As for us, we came to be paid and to be out of here." sorry...

Logan gives a shrug, then moves into the room and takes up a post directly south of the entrance to the passage on the right.