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-----At that moment, Raven thrusts his sword down shattering the skull of the last of the walking undead.
-----"Ouch!", yells Zentil in reaction to his injury. He springs and lashes out with his sword at the dead rat. His sword finds the thing and splits its body. The small bones crumble on the ground.
-----Near him, Thalog pokes at the thing facing him but misses. Suddenly Amythiel’s morning star crashes into view finally destroying it.
-----The adventurers quickly turn and spin to survey the area. Finally everything is settled again around them. They can still see slight movement and hear the scampering noises as a few of the small live animals run among the undergrowth. The animals they catch sight of seem "more normal" and less aggressive as they run from the area. All of the undead are now nothing more than dust and broken bone scattered here and there.
-----A few of the heroes breathe heavily in their wounded states. Amythiel speaks up, even though she appears injured herself, "I need to know who is wounded so I can tend to them."
-----Raven looks down at his bleeding leg, "I seem to be 'leaking sap' as Trist would put it." Raven puts his hand over the wound to try to slow the bleeding.
-----Raven looks around the area, "What the hell just happened? Was that skull the source of the madness?" Raven rests his back to a stone, "Where are the witches?" Raven looks toward Amythiel to see if she can heal his leg.
-----Amythiel takes a look at the wound on Raven’s leg. She then sets about binding it up. She tells Raven, "That is a bad wound you have. That is all I can do for it here. You need to give it time to heal. I’ll be able to do more tomorrow."
-----Raven then begins searching the area for any tracks.
-----Zentil sits down on the ground and applies pressure to his leg. "I took a shot to the leg." Amythiel tends to him and helps bind his leg wound. She then turns her attention to Thalog helping to clean the scratch on his face.
-----Sol looks around, "I thought the witches were still further east of here? Though I admit, my direction sense is a little...off." Reaching down, he tests the wound on his leg, his hand coming back with blood. "This isn't bad, just needs a little rest."
-----Amythiel takes a look at his injury. "That would be a start," she says calmly, "All I can do is wrap it for now. I used my healing talent up on you earlier."
-----"I really need more practice with these things," Sarah murmurs disappointedly. She starts gathering up darts again. Then she asks, "Are we gonna rest here for the night or shall we try to catch the witches today?"
-----By this time, the priestess is working on the injury on her own arm. Looking over at Sarah and then at Raven, she says, "I would advise a night’s rest before we encounter the witches." She looks up at the dull gray sky. It appears to be the middle of the afternoon. "However," she continues, "I would not advise resting here. Perhaps we should travel back to the Keep of Broactor before nightfall."
-----Just then from atop the post in the middle of the mound comes a sound as of bells tinkling. Within the sound there seems to be a voice, although it speaks in a different tongue. It appears to come from within the box the skull was mounted on.
-----Zentil stumbles from the wound in his leg as he stands up. He then walks toward the post and the small voice.
-----Sol also moves over to the box. Curiosity clearly features on his face. Bending down, he looks to the others. "Being the optimistic sort, I reckon this can't be any worse than what we have just been through. Should I open it?"
-----Raven says to Sol, "It's elven. They are asking for help." Raven, with weapons ready, moves next to Sol, "Open it."
-----The dark box atop the post looks battered from Sol’s crushing blow delivered to the skull that was mounted on it. Sol now reaches up and pulls on one side of the box where it looks like the seams have been split. The side pulls away, somewhat like a door, and from inside shines a warm yellowish light.
-----All the adventures gather around the box and peering inside see a small form seemingly the source of the light. The form lies just inside the "door" and looks like nothing anyone in the party has seen before.
-----No longer than a couple of inches it is, with a thin dragon like body, a long tail and gossamer wings. The small creature is yellow in color with a golden tinge on its tiny scales. It weakly tries to sit up and looks at the party with tiny sparkling eyes. Its tiny voice sounds again like bells and it speaks in the different language.
-----Sol murmurs, "Wow...Cute looking thing. What's it doing inside a box?"
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