Another barrage of attacks go back and forth--though the undead move sluggishly. Both the last two scythe users go down under the heavy rain of coordinated attacks, and then only three are left, less than half of the original attackers. You hear words muttered in a strange language and the two undead beneath the ground do not rise to swipe once more, instead soundlessly fleeing beneath the ground. The last corporeal undead, the archer behind the rocks, takes to the sky with a loud shriek to follow its partner who had barely escaped death.<br/><br/>It takes the party but a few moments to realize that they were alive, still alive and well, despite the close brush with death and the undead. But where could these undead have come from? Could they have come from the crypt? Were they connected to the fell power that the party had been sent to find? Some were still bleeding, hurt and pained despite their experience and defenses, but there was still a ways to go before rest could be had.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Good job gang! Going to let you guys RP a bit amongst yourselves before we continue on towards the crypt and on with the adventure. If there's a lull I'll move us forward, or simply tell me if you're ready to continue on.</div></div>