Saladin gallops forward. Jericho brings his blade down near the head of one zombie, but he put too much forcing it, causing the attack to go wide. The undead raises its fist in an attempt to slam Saladin, but the horse bucks the clumsy assault.
Two of the creatures clobber the already sore Tarowyn with their fists as the remaining one moves to the elf's side. Tarowyn steps back 5'ft and fires two arrows into one of the creatures; the shaft run straight through its chest, but it remains standing, abeit in a hunched posture.
Norri's bolt flys wide of one of the zombies attacking Jericho.
Just as Whitney's bolt slams into the undead attacking Jericho, bright, white light begins to emenate, apparently from the ground under Jericho, Tarowyn, and the zombies. Moradin's power, summoned by Bhartus, causes the flesh of the unholy creatures to burn in terrible blue flames before the rotting bodies dissappear in a brief flash, ashes dotting around the periphery of the refuse pile.
Jericho and Taroywn: The stench of the corpses suddenly becomes even more putrid. The air around you is suffused with a slight brown mist that spread out from where you are by about 30ft. You both feel nauseauous, but are able to hold back the worst of it, though you might not be able to hold it in if you stay within the cloud.
Tarowyn: at the top of the rubbish pile, you spot a small hunched green creature with faint horns hiding behind the dirt and stone, its dark eyes and claws peaking over the rubbish.
Jericho is up. Bhartus, Whitney, and Tarowyn are still 45ft away from the pile.