They went down a few flights of stairs, into a large room that looked like a normal bar, if furnished a little darkly, with aged wood and black stone...except for the patrons. They were clearly all dead and in various states of decomposition and undeath. Skeletons, well-dressed zombies, a few vampires, a ghost or two. They all talked quietly among themselves. Some of them tried to turn and look at the living who entered, but it looked like they couldn't. It was as if they were forced to ignore anyone who came in. The back door stood half-open, and sounds of an argument were coming from it.
Glancing around the room, Rue noticed that none of the undead seemed able to look at the group of living. Are they under some sort of enchantment? she thought, knowing nothing of necromancy. She then noticed a door towards the back of the bar, with voices coming from within. Giving her companions a look that read Well, we might as well just go in there already, she walked across the bar towards the door, stopping outside of it to eavesdrop on the argument coming from inside.
Zaedus nodded to Rue, and placed his hand against the door. He looked to his companions and nodded. He pushed the door open with a heave and entered, blade drawn.
When Zaedus slammed open the door, he saw two men. One was a short, gnarled old man, wearing a dirty purple suit with the skin of a face stitched over his hat.
The other was a taller man, obviously dead, built strongly. He didn't look enthralled. He looked like he was working with the small man. The old man glared and hissed.
Ending whatever foul play this necromancer has spun up. If you have information then by all means....impart with it.
Zaedus stood waiting for the response of the little man, his grip tightening around the hilt of his blade in anticipation of a possible attack from the bigger one.
Deal with them? Rue didn't like the sound of that. However, she followed Zaedus into the room where two men were standing. Keeping silent and allowing Zaedus to do the talking, she crossed her arms in front on her - partially to try and make herself appear tougher than she felt, but mostly to conceal her hand closed around her dagger hilt in case she had to draw it quickly.
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
"If you're not the necromancer," Alec says pointing at the man with the face skin on his hat, "I will eat my cape. A part. I will eat a part of my cape."
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Of course I am. Goon! Get the wolf! The large zombie rushed Zaedus, his fists swinging wildly with the force of a train. The necromancer himself put it up hand and threw a bolt of black lightning at Rue and Alec.
As the lightning came towards her and Alec, Rue dove to the side to avoid getting hit. Landing on one knee, she loaded her bow and shot an arrow at the necromancer's torso, aiming for anything that would stop him from throwing more lightning.
"If it's not clear who the necromancer is yet," Rue called to Alec sarcastically, "it's him."
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
Sidestepping behind the door, Alec feels the air crackle before him as the lightning passes. "Really? Because I never would've guessed," he shoots back. Reaching to his waist, he digs into a small pouch and comes out with a brass marble. Holding it between the pad of his thumb and the nail of his middle finger, he steps from behind the door and flicks it dead center at the necromancer's forehead. Ducking behind some sort of chest-high fixture in the VIP room, he looks at Rue once more. "What with the magic flinging and the declaration as such." Skimming one hand over the crown of his head, he shrugs. "Just went straight over my head."
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
The necromancer dodged the arrow; it grazed his side and ripped his suit, but the marble knocked off his hat. The necromancer growled and stepped out of the room, into the main room under the chandelier, throwing lighting around, trying to find Rue and Alec, causing the undead to run and jump under tables.
Zaedus dodged the first few blows, taking a glancing hit to the shoulder, he winced slightly. Drawing his silver blade he sidestepped and reversing the handling of his blade from a normal stance to having the blade facing downwards, he arced the sword upwards with his right arm, at the crest of his strike he quickly switched grip and brought it down with a heavyn vertical cleave.
The blade bit into the rotted flesh of the zombie, getting far into its chest, but not enough to stop it. It slowed down, however, its one arm paralyzed. That only seemed to spur it on faster, its good arm punching wildly as it slammed Zaedus against the wall on a bodily charge.
As the necromancer stepped into the main room, Rue loaded her bow with two arrows and crouched behind a table. As she aimed once more at the man's body, looking for a target for her arrows, she realized two things. The first was that the necromancer was most likely too quick and agile for even her to do any serious damage to him with her arrows. The second thing she realized was that he had stepped right underneath the chandelier. As she pulled back on her bowstring to fire at the man, she pointed her bow upwards at the last second, sending her arrows flying towards the chains holding the chandelier to the ceiling. She hoped that even if the man could step out from underneath the chandelier before it fell (assuming it fell at all), he would be distracted long enough for her or Alec to attack him once more.