Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-25038310-20160714065419

The moment after the Knights and clergymen had disposed of the Brass Knight, the warriors clad in their black armor marched towards the other Undead in a fast but rythmic pace, approaching in lines that prevented anyone from reaching the clergmen and the Saint-- the latter who stood idly by with a cocked head as he watched from afar.

"Leave this tower!" Richard said, as the clergymen once again engaged, raining an impressive amount of fireballs on the tower. Very few were on target, but staying there would cause them to be overwhelmed by the knights who were superior in numbers.

The bloated deacons of the saint resumed their slow walk towards the Undead as well, although not nearly as swift as the company of black knights - they clutched their candlesticks and held them high whenever they spotted an Undead from a distance.

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The corpses that were carried gently by the stream suddenly came to a halt when it hit the foot of the stone structure in the centre of the cistern. The pikes which were pointed outward in their scabbards of corpses exited them in a small explosion.

The doyen was not only renowned for his skill with blades.

The pikes shot in almost every direction of the cistern, as the corpses were blown to bits by what was presumed to be some sort of chemical contraption or magical reaction that were within the two bodies of the thieves and cutthroats.