Market District: The Merchants Inn

Gillis started in towards the one missing and arm and raised his sword in both hands taking a swing at the remaining one.

Morwenna slammed her blade down towards the skeleton's head before he could raise his sword or shield hoping she would be able to fell it in one blow. "Watch your flanks, anyone have eyes on the wood elf?" she shouted, pointing out the zombie waddling by itself.

Salmystra takes a Broadhead shot at the warhammer skeleton and aimed for the spine hoping to immobalize the hammer skeleton before it got close. That warhammer would not be nice on the recieveing end.

As Silvan leapt, the Rat roared in an attempt to flee, but it was quickly grabbed by him. Squealing wildly, it flailed in every direction, trying to fling him off. The smaller ones attempted to pick at his ankles when they got close.

The Archer Skeleton let its arrow fly, heading for the unarmored part of Richard's armor, between his thigh and pelvis, hoping to disable him. It's skull shattered simultaneously as Anrion's axe connected. A pile of bones and dust were all that remained.

The Armless Zombie did nothing to stop Gillis' strike as it hit flesh and bone. Visually unfazed by this, it attempted to rake its deformed hand across his neck.

The Swordsman Skeleton took the hit with it's shield, before lowering it with a chattering of teeth as it swung it's blade back at Morwenna. 

The Zombie who'd been left unattended had moved itself into position, attempting to full nelson Salmystra and take a bite out of her scaly flesh.

As the Warhammer Skeleton continued, the arrow sent by Salmystra missed it's mark, seeing as how the skeleton's spine was rather small, he finally reached his destination, attempting to slam his weapon onto the Argonian's tiny frame.

Morwenna blocked the skeleton's swing with the dull side of her blade, pushing back from it. Noticing the clusterfuck that was occuring, she started to flee towards the lusty argonian. "Either one of you mind handling this one? Seems the green one is in trouble!"

Anrion had little time to relish his slaying of the skeleton, looking up, he spotted the back of the zombie trying to grab his Argonian ally. With a light toss, he shifted his grip to the very end of the handle of his axe, cocked his arm back and sent it looping through the air at the back of the mindless undead.

Silvan kept his grip on the Rat as it bucked back and forth; like some midget riding a bull. His grip around the rodent's neck progressively tightened and the elf repeatedly slammed his forehead against the top of the rat's skull. 

"DIE DIE DIE!" He shouted, flailing his legs around to deter the smaller rats.

Richard tried to move to away as the arrow flew but to no avail, the arrow connected into the mans hips piercing through the chain mail and the leather and entering the skin. Thankfully the ranger destroyed the archer and with a quick swiping motion he break the shaft of the arrow. He would take care of the arrow after the fight, it was merely a flesh wound.

Turning around to Morwenna and gave her a nod. "Go." He told morwenna signaling that he had his back, charging toward the Swordsman Skeleton he withdrew his war hammer and aimed for a blow to the skeleton temple.

Gillis managed to duck the grotesque claw from the undead and this time he swung for the neck in hopes of decapitating it

As the war-hammer skeleton raised his hammer to strike the slippery argonian rolled between it's legs and attempted to grab the hammer and kick out the rib cage of the skeleton; also dodging the zombie about to take a bite out of her flesh.

Angered, the Rat flailed, attempting to fling Silvan off of it's back and into the nearby wall as he began to crack into it's skull. Squealing, the smaller rats hopped onto the bigger one, trying to close in on him.

The Swordsman Skeleton ran up to meet Richard, blocking his attack swiftly as well, he appeared to be quite good in the art of defense, and attempted to bash his hammer out of his hands whilst stabbing for his gut.

The Armless Zombie would be hit in the neck, it's head appearing to fall off towards it's back. Except it kept coming, the vertebrae was still attached barely as the corpse went to grab Gillis in a bear hug.

The Zombie would stumble a few steps, before the axe embedded itself in it's back, knocking it to the floor with a loud groan, the force threw it further into Salmystra's direction, as it latched onto her ankles and attempted to take another bite out of her.

The Warhammer Skeleton was quite a bit stronger than it looked, bashing Salmystra back with quite a force when she tried to remove it's weapon, while her kick still landed, it simply broke all of the ribs, not quite finishing the job. It's teeth chattered violently as it readied another attack to slam into the side of her kidney.

Morwenna quickly gained momentum, and as she reached Salmystra, her blade was swung from her shoulder for the skeleton's weapon arm, attempting to destroy it's entire body or atleast disable it. As she approached, she gave Silvan a glance as he struggled with the monstrosity across the room.

The skeleton merely pushed his hand back as he held the hammer very tightly. He placed a feet behind the other causing his body to rotate the blade of the skeleton scratch the front of his chest armor. Dropping his claymore he went to grab the arm of the skeleton that was holding the sword which was now extended outward. If successful he would go for a swing onto the skeleton kneecap trying to handicap it before swinging the finishing blow.

Silvan reared his arm back and straightened his palm. With a loud cry, he jabbed his hand fingers-first towards the Rat's eye; moving to grab hold of the optical organ. Before he had the chance to do much else, however, the wood elf was flung away, hoping to keep a tight grip on the eye in order to tear it away with him.

His back cracked into the wall and, out of breath, Silvan sat there struggling to get to his feet.

Not waiting to see if the axe had hit his target, Anrion had already begun to sprint to his target, as the weapon collided with the abomination and brought it down though, he felt a sense of relief. Reaching the undead, Anrion would move to retrieve is axe and pin the creature with his foot. It everything went without a hitch, he'd use his next move to sever the thing's head.

Gillis cursed wildly, not even remotely bemused by its rampant resilience. He moved right of zombie to avoid its gangly claw and sent a flame into the zombies torso and then swung low into the right knee in hopes he would crumple.

Salmystra narrowly spins out of the way of the slow war-hammer and with the momentum draws a dagger and attempts to bash the skeleton's skull in with the hilt of her dagger.

As blood and brain fluid breached into the air, the Rat flailed still as Silvan hit the wall. In it's bloody daze, it quickly turned to him, rearing up on two legs preparing to drop itself upon his tender frame. As it did so, the other rats made a circle around him and awaited their prize.

The Armless Zombie's chest was singed as the flame touched it, but the sword rended the bone and flesh, sending the undead on to the floor, bits and pieces strewn about. Still continuing it's pursuit, the one armed tank engine dragged itself slowly in his direction. The head, barely still held on by it's small fibers of flesh, dangled from side to side as the body shifted.

The Swordsman Skeleton attempted to swat Richard's advance away but was grabbled, his knee being shattered. With his free arm, he attempted to shield bash the armored knight in the face. 

The Zombie was too preoccupied with Salmystra to even care about the axe, or it's owner and was subsequently slain with a gruesome crunch.

The Warhammer Skeleton made a horrid noise as it missed the argonian AGAIN and promptly bashed her away, before bringing the warhammer down in the direction of her right shoulder, hoping to cripple her severely.

3 Injured: Swordsman, Armless Zombie, Rat
1 Unharmed: Warhammer Skeleton
2 Dead: Zombie, Archer Skeleton

Roaring, Morwenna turned on a dime, having had Silvan in her side view all the time, as she watched him disappear from view. "Over here you foul beasts!" she yelled, readying her claymore for a wide swing as she neared the group of rodents.

Anrion reclaimed his axe once more and decided to regroup with the knight. Looking over he saw the expedition leader doing unspeakable things to the rats that had entered the fray, the Argonian still struggling with a skeleton, and the paladin trying to pull the enemies to her. With any luck, he'd be able to score another kill from behind.

The shield made contact with his helmet echoing slightly inside and making him lean slightly away yet his grip remained strong on the skeleton bones. His head turned back to the skeleton after the blow, sending a swing towards the temple of the skeleton. He notice the range coming to his aid from behind, if the strike failed on he would just stall until support arrived.

Making a series of gagging and heaving noises, Silvan tossed the wretched eyeball aside. Maybe it was meant to be a distraction. Maybe he was hoping the smaller rats would chase after it in hopes of a meal. But in truth, he just wanted the nasty thing out of his hand and away from him. 

Too preoccupied with getting rid of the ocular organ, Silvan only had time to look up before the giant rat flopped onto his person. A muffled cry emitted as what limbs were still visible beneath the rodent flailed wildly. In a last ditch effort of spite, the Elf reached to his his where his hand-crossbow sat, and pulled it free. Pressing its bow against where he presumed the Rat's head was, he fired.

Gillis was unprepared for fighting the undead, having never actually encountered one before. He could only scarcely remember tales told over ale of the horrowing encounters but the details were escaping him. In a fit of minor annoyances, Gillis stamped his foot onto the remaining hand of the undead, and then, holding his sword in a reverse grip, stabbed the sword downward towards its semi-detached head.

Salmystra attempts to dodge and is too late and gets wounded in the shoulder. she then stabs into the skeleton's vertebrae, attempting to sever the head of her enemy.

As Gillis dispatched the remaining zombie with haste, it's body fell limp. A even more fetid smell rose from it's remaining form.

The Rat proceeded to put all of it's weight on Silvan, attempting to crush him, before promptly taking a bolt to the side of the face. Collapsing completely, it feel lifeless on him as the smaller rats screeched, visibly pained, before beginning to eat at Silvan's ankles and feet.

The Warhammer Skeleton was hit from both angles, virtually unprepared for the attacks, and was dropped entirely as it's bones crumbled, the head being sent flying into the pedestal, shattering.

Morwenna reached Silvan momentarily after he'd killed the rat. She swung swiftly, taking all the smaller ones in one blow. There were several patches of clothing missing from his pants and his shoes looked a little worse for wear. "You still alive, small one?" She quipped, pulling the Rat up from him and attempting to throw it over onto the ground nearby.

Anrion reached the knight's back and dropped his stance a little lower. Keeping his axe loose in his grip he scanned for more targets. Observing the remainder of the forces he seemed satisfied that the group was mopping up the rest of the undead. 

     Anrion cursed a little under his breath again. He hated undead, more than anything. As he glanced around the room, he came to the conclusion that either the bandits had never activated that trap, or they had stocked it themselves. As vile as it was, he deemed the latter more likely. There was bound to be a necromancer or dark mage in this group.

Richard gave Anrion a nod, thanking the ranger for his aid. He started walking to the group before he realized the head of the arrow was still stuck in his flesh. Grabbing the arrow shaft , in a quick motion, he pulled the arrow some blood gushing out of the arrow wound.

Silvan grunted as the rat threw its weight down and punctuated the pull of his crossbow's trigger. As it fell dead and its screeching ceased, the Elf's own screaming - which had been constant for some time now - became evident. His feet kicked and thrashed about as much as they could, hoping to deter the smaller rats from feasting on his little elf toes.

"Grhh-mrhrm-hrrm!" His muffled voice cried out from under the rat, an ungloved hand slapping against the rodent's mottled fur. As the creature was heaved off of him, Silvan bolted to his feet and ran a few paces away from the rats. Just in case they became undead or something equally disgusting. 

"Fuck! Damn it!" He spent a moment hunched over to catch his breath before looking up at Morwenna. Silvan gave her a thumbs up, saving his breath. "Thanks."