[i]"Yet they didn't force the door open? So they must have found a switch or something? That or something else."[/i] -Sarzu, Page 2.

[b][center]First Blow[/center][/b]

Wren heard the commands issued by Thailen and after a brief moment of hesitation, decided to follow them with a quick nod of approval. It seemed likely though that she would have preferred to remain fighting the Gargoyle rather than move to engage her dead compatriots. It was at this point that the undead gecko came running over to her and with an unholy sounding squeal of joy, hopped onto her ankle and quickly dashed up her side, to her shoulder. A soft smile indicated she knew it and was even reassured that it had survived. Underneath her cloak, though, was the reason why she was likely important to the plan: A strange looking, red coloured tube with a fuse and a painted dragon's warhead were attached... A dragon rocket from the Kingdom of Dreams.

Thailen's attack came first, as the others had to reposition to surround it after all, and with a resounding snap the whip strikes the Gargoyle's wrist... Though after a moment it grabs the whip before it can return to Thailen, and with a vicious grin it yanks on it with unholy levels of strength, pulling her a couple feet into the air and rendering her out of balance. [b]"Zealots came before you, and died, female, what chance do you think you have when your male counterparts all fell before the wrath of my master?"[/b] It states smugly as it dives for her. The attack likely would have succeeded if not for Maher's assault. The creature didn't seem able to detect magic, and thus thought it could ignore the water heading its way, but was surprised when struck with it. It is pushed a few feet away from Thailen, and for a moment, twitches, almost like it had been stunned by the blow, but there was no serious damage apparent on its skin. Still. It was something, and it was now only five feet away from Erasmus.

At the same time, Alex's shots pierce through the fog accompanied by the sounds of what seemed like thunder emanating from him as it echoed from the top of the hill. Both shots find their marks, one blowing out a knee cap and the other blowing apart a head. That left two of the undead shambling up the hill: One now crawling up with its arms, and the other untouched. Just as Wren was about to move to engage, ignoring Alex's request to watch his back, something appeared from the shadows cast by the fog behind the remaining undead. The single remaining functional undead turns, only to receive a crossbow bolt through the head. As it falls, the form of D.H. can be seen, his demonic origins clearly visible even now.

D.H. Himself arrived as reinforcements from the ship, a late arrival that then crossed the few hundred feet of sea with haste using his aeromancy, boosted and aided by a few mages on the deck of the ship. A few quick footed steps through the fog and there he was, ready to assist the group at large. What he would do now, however, was entirely up to him... Though his intuition as a wanderer likely told him that strength in numbers and caution around Thailen would be the best principles he could wield.