The Emperor of Solmaria

[hippocrachus]

Xanthas stops at the groaning sound, raising his mace, and sliding his shield off his back, readies himself in his usual defensive stance. He resembles something like a statue, with his back straight, his teardrop shield before him, and his swo-mace ready to make a downward chop. Not taking any chances this time...

 

[Thanee]

Uuhhh... what was that!?

 

[deadestdai]

Nostrils flaired and eyes widened, Dylan grabs ahold of Lenya's sleeve (A little too firmly.) and subconsciously pulls her further behind him protectively, sword in hand.

I..... Uh.... Wh, wh, what is that!? He stammers, almost shaking with fear of the unknown threat.

 

[Majin]

Without a word Shadowleaf draws his Longsword and readies his shield. He takes comfort in the shadows that seem to be sticking to him from all around. He moves forward a ways sliding against the wall hoping to catch a glimpse of whats making the sound up ahead.

 

[Mithreander]

Shadowleaf moves foward, hugging the wall (figuratively), and looks around the gradual bend ahead to see three glowing figures moving towards the group in slow steps. The light is coming from them. Once more the moan is heard by all, and Shadowleaf notes that it's these figures that are imiting the moan. One of the creatures is over 7 foot tall, hunched over so as to clear the 7 foot ceiling as it moves. The other two are humaniod, like the first, but between 5 and 6 feet tall. None of them appear to be armed (well, they have no weapons, anyway).

 

[hippocrachus]

Xanthas hisses a whispered question at the elven ranger, "What is it, Nilbalion?"

 

[Majin]

Shadowleaf turns his head sharply towards Xanthas. "They sound like zombies, but they glow! If zombies they are not, then possibly some other form of undead. If that is true, you may wish you had not dropped your sword back there, as that mace will be quite ineffective." he says grimly.

 

[Thanee]

Lenya backs off a bit, she has no useful weapons and doesn't want to stand in the way.

 

[hippocrachus]

At the mention of his butterfingers Xanthas furrows his brow. Blah blah blah quite ineffective, he thinks to himself in a mocking tone. "Oh darn..."

 

[deadestdai]

Dylan, quite frightened, looks for somewhere to hide while the other deliberate what to do. Zombies were too much for him. First the town guard, then this horribly smelly sewerage, now the walking dead. Let these others deal with this mess