With the dwarf's next few blows, the lion was still and fell to the ground. Brain matter covered his fist. The black goo ran into this wound and bublled, but otherwise seemed to be ineffective. The four gathered still had their gaurd up, but seemed open to conversation. "There was a group of a fifteen a mile south. We investigated a burning outpost, they layed an ambush took five of our group." He motioned to one of the archers, "Some are still wounded. Geoff can only heal so many, he is still a young cleric.." The swordsman patted him on the back, "But he saved many. Who are you and why are you on Karana's plains? The undead are starting their assult of these lands.."
::Combat Over/XP Awarded::1050 Xp for all involved!