Knyn attacked again at the same time Raelin did. The cleric gave a last, wailing keen before beginning to crumble.

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"We need to go, now!" the mage said. "I will create a pth." he said, for the Zombies had crowded in once more.
He strode forth with his arms outstreched, and the zombies made way for him.
He looked back to the others. "Zombies are weak and can be controlled, but in great numbers, like here, they can be deadly if you choose to fight them."

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Hurry! Bring me the heart!

The restless figure of Darius screamed with a demonic tone in his voice and his hand reached out towards the doorway, waiting for his freedom with a glimer in his ghostly eyes.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

the Mage strode forwards, his hands outstracehed, and the Enemy cowarded before him.
he looked round with a smile.
"Go, now! Take the heart to him!"

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Halarond

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I was cured all right.

Safe in the knowledge that Cadenius had his back, Knyn broke into a run for the doorway. Another wailing zombie stymied his progress. He parried the blow and shouted, "Catch!"

The heart flew into the air to land at Darius's waiting feet.

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With great triumph the ghostly hand wrapped around the heart, he placed it against his chest and pushed it againt it, making it sunk into his chest as if his chest had been sand or so. In the chamber in, which he stood dark runes began to beat along with the heart that had been revieved and Cyrus stepped back, staring at the roof as dark spirits surrounded him. On his face was a wide smile, but suddenly other runes began to glow in the room, they had been hidden from the seeing eye, but now blazed a great light. He began screaming in an unholy manner, he cursed the good gods that apparently never wished for him to get free. The shadow combatted the light in an attempt to protect the heart and it`s carrier.

The heart began to rip out of his chest and draw towards the door.... but deception would not be allowed as long as there was one side left, a third set of runes began to glow, a grey light. The grey melded into the two lights and Cyrus seemed to be going on a great struggle, but finally he succeeded or at least in some sense. He fell, but when he hit the ground his armour let a metallic sound and he began chuckling quetly to himself. Yet something was not right, he touched his face and cursed again. The gods had made a compromise apparently, he would go free, but undead was never part of the original pact!

Half of his hair seemed grey and dead, some parts of his face were terribly burned and scarred as he rose up. He sat on the ground and picked up his mace, put on his belt around his waist and set his helmet on his head. He quietly gazed at the others fighting the zombies wondering should he go to their aid.....

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"We need to leave!" The Mage said.
"The cleric looks as alive as he is going to be!" And he started for the door.

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Halarond

Cyrus stepped forth and swinged his mace in a wide angle before crushing a zombies head with it, he began quickly beating them to the ground helping the way for his helpers. There was a sadistic grin on his half dead face as he pounded the mindless corpses away, just like in the old days except back then he had exterminated the living. Yet time for that would come too...

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Raelin continued killing the zombies but looked up once in a while to see a few happenings that were going on. He frowned at Cyrus, and continued to fight until he heard the mage's voice and then he began to move to the door looking behind his back to see if the other were following.

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(sorry guys, completely forgot! )

Turwaithiel was in the middle of the group, worried as black blood dripped from both of her swords. She looked at Realin and then at the Mage and continued to fight with all her strength's worth.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

"STOP FIGHTING!" the Mage screamed. "They will keep coming until you are all exhausted! That is how they defeat you. In numbers! Now follow us!"

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Halarond

Turwaithiel killed one more, just to feel good, and then she turned and followed him reluntantly. She hated running like a coward from a battle....any battle.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

The zombies wailed their protests as Cyrus came on and gave the undead lord a wide berth. Still hacking and slashing, Knyn gestured wildly at Turwaithiel and Raelin to join them.

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Turwaithiel ran over beside Knyn and asked, "Are you alright?" She killed a zombie that came up behind him.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

The mage kept the zombies at bay whilst the others escaped, then he followed.

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Halarond