To all players except RXI -
Now you are all joined in battle with these foul undead fiends. More and more of them poor onto the path, seeming to spring from the very gound! There are dozens now, and this does not include that dozens you have already slain, piling up at your feet in fetid, fly-blown piles of rot.
You are all pressed and pushed and forced to give ground. The priest falls but is back up agoin in a few moments, sword still in hand and a grim yet determined look on his face.
More zombies crawl from the undergrowth and attack. Several seem to gand up on snake, but his primal, reptilian instincts save him.
Suddenly, there is the sound of a charging horse and a righteous battle cry. From the direction of the road comes something from a childhood faerie tale. Astride his heavy warhorse rides a gleeming, well-armoured warrior. He leaps from the saddle and into the fight, hacking and slashing and singing the praises of a god he calls "Bahamut". With this new, as it seems friend, you all fight with a renewed determination. After a few more hard minutes of battle, the last of the zombies is crushed by Dorgath's hand as it trys to crawl back into the deep forest.
There is little time to great this stranger shen your hear the battle-whipped crys of RXI and the yelps of his wolf farther down the woodland path...
To RXI -
You dodge and attack in turn, your firey spells taking out many of the zombies. But alas, for each you slay there are three more, and they press in. You kill two more and then see your beloved wolf trampled down under the crushing and heartless blows of these hideous undead. Soon, your back is to the deserted temple's door with no more room to manuvere....