Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-25038310-20160403195211

"Alright, now that we're all set and ready, we only have on chance at this. Don't get killed by those lackeys, and if you have to it's best you finish yourself off before they do." Abello said, rather morbid before turning to Broling and nodding, signalling he should take the shot alongside Fyr.

Brolin nocked an arrow, as he briefly took his time to aim. Bot the wraith and Abello during these few seconds readied themselves, before Brolin took his shot.

The arrow flew through the air, before landing right in between two plates of armor of the lieutenant, causing him to drop his sword briefly as he pulled the poisoned arrow out, grunting in pain.

"GO, GO!" Abello cried out as he charged alongside the wraith - the latter heading to the lieutenant and the jovial poet charging at one of the lackeys.

Before they could reach him however, the two lackeys raised their swords in the air and blinded the undead with a white light emanating from their longswords, revealing everything that was present in the inner sanctum - in the huddled corners, there being multiple slaughtered knights and warriors.

As the white light faded in a flash, the lackeys engaged the Undead from behind while the Lieutenant got up and slowly recovered from the blow; he pointed his greatsword, which, remarkably, he held perfectly fine in one hand, at Dunistair, before holding the weapon with both arms as he charged aswell, first heading for the wraith.

The two lackeys unleashed a flurry of attacks in a swirly pattern as they zig zagged across the room, one of them horribly maiming Brolin as the swords cut through him like butter.

The second lackey immediately headed for Fyr, hoping to take out the ranged support before the other Undead could get to fight him.