Up in the air, Keely blasts the last remaining skeleton with one, final bolt of lightning. The sparking white, almost, somehow tinged blue, dances along the bones, several of which snap as they channel such destructive force, and then the energy disperses in one big explosion, showering Ebron, Kiera and Lydia with bone fragments, the pile of bones left behind only half a skeleton.<br/><br/>With the undead threat defeated, at least here on the outskirts, you all draw a sigh of relief. Stela begins to recover from the paralysis that gripped her, movements slow and jerky. She tries to speak, but all she can produce is meaningless noise for now, coherent words slowly emerging. Melisandre takes several deep, controlled breaths, and the nausea that had set in her stomach and throat finally lifts.<br/><br/>The undead are a mixed lot. Not much remains of the three skeletons, and even less can be known of them, save that they are all dry and long dead. Of the zombies, two are women and one is male. They have been dead for around a month or two, but it’s hard to judge zombies accurately, they have a habit of speeding up the process of rot. Their clothing indicates they were shopkeepers or farmers in life, maybe a tanner. The ghoul is harder to judge, the flesh dry. How long has he been dead for? Some time evidently, but why hasn’t the flesh rotten away? Another mystery is the strange clothing style and weave, in life this man was a foreigner, or wore the robes of one. Nothing of value is visible, and the prospect of digging through the pockets of several rotting corpses is hardly a welcome one.