The Call Knows Where You Live (Open)

[Orcleous]

OCC: Connor said he was quitting so going to deny him.

Orcleous began to rub his chin as six other people came up and declared themselves flying mounts. So not only was it Ilheod a rider, but also six more units. This was going to make things difficult. Orcleous had planned for this, kind of, but he had hopped that everybody had been infantry. Instead he was going to have to deal with two different assaults. Orcleous could not lead both groups. He was only one man and a man without a flying mount. Not to mention he was the only person who knew how to get through the crypt successfully. Anyone else would end up getting lost or turned around. If they did make it to the top of the mountain it would probably be a day or two late and by that time they would be useless in the fight. No, Orcleous had to lead the troops through the caverns. That meant that somebody else was going to have to take command of the rest of the flying units. To be truthful there was only one real candidate for it, but Orcleous did not want to give it too him. Maybe it was pride, or maybe it was intimidation, but the Hero had no desire to give Ilheod command over the flying units while they moved through the mountain. However there was no choice, he did not know the names of any of the other flying units and once he gave one of them command they were probably going to give it to Ilheod anyway once they started flying.

"Ilheod I am going to have to place you in charge of the flying units while I lead the men through the crypt", spoke Orcleous as he pulled a map out his side pouch. The hero stopped for a moment and unfolded the thing and set it down on a table. He then pointed to a spot on it that was marked with a dot and the words R.I.P. "That is the crypt exit", spoke Orcleous as he looked up to the one eyed man. We will come out of the crypt there and meet up with you all," spoke Orcleous as he rolled up the map and gave it to Ilheod. "Don't be late, if you guys don't show up in two hours I will assume that you all died flying up the mountains. Nothing personal, but time is of the essence once we start."

As Orcleous gave off his last orders he turned to look at the young man that burst into the room. Bright blonde hair, sword at his side, and a look that was green as the grass in sacae. "We have no use for you", spoke Orcleous as he walked by him. "Go back home and live. One such as you can not stand against the horrors that we face." With that being said Orcleous moved into position to prepare to enter the crypt. With twelve people gathered together Orcleous began to wonder where the mage chick was. However at this point it did not matter. If she left then she would not get paid. If she went with the flying units then they would meet again atop the mountain. It was that simple. "Alright lets move out", shouted Orcleous as he began to lead the group toward the entrance to the crypt. As they walked the guards began to hand them all torches so they could see in the dark. Nothing was worse than stumbling around in complete darkness. Especially inside of the crypt. One miss step and you could end up smashing your head against the stone.

[Mila]

Before Mila could make her request to the devil slayer, Orcleous spoke up. He addressed the devil slayer as Ilheod. Ah so that’s his name. At least now she could stop calling him Devil slayer. The wyvern knight, no Lord as now she had a better view of his armor to make that assumption, was to lead the charge with the six or so other flyers they had. Makes sense. This made the mage’s job of asking for a ride up the mountains with the flyers much easier. Ilheod could simply delegate her to ride with one of the others if he did not want the extra weight on his mount.

“Well. This makes my request easier then. Sir Dev.. Ilheod. One, It’s a pleasure to meet you and I hope to learn much from you and your story in the city of heroes. Second, since you are now, in charge of the mounted units. I request a ride with one of them to the top of the mountain.” She paused for a moment. She imagined he would question her motives for wanting to ride instead of using her fire magic to light the way for the other’s in the crypt. She opted not to go into any detail as to why she had an aversion to tombs. If he or they as there could be others listening in by now, thought of her as weak for doing so then that was their problem.

“I do not do well in tombs.” She spoke with a small tint of fear or embarrassment, in her otherwise serious voice. She waited for a response. Regardless if she was riding with him or another, Mila prepared herself and waited for them to ride. The mage slipped out sometime, after the organization to buy a small handful of supplies. She used her own coin to purchase some warmer gloves. And the rest was spent on food and medicinal salve. The salve and food was split between her and her pink haired companion. She took care of any other business before heading to the arranged meeting grounds for the flyers.

Mountain tops were cold. She dressed warmly. Her long sweater was on underneath her light leather armor. She bundled up her cloak by fastening the buttons. Anything too loose was secured either by tying it down or buttons. She stuffed her boots with bits of wool and linen. She tied her hair up in a braid to keep the loose strands from poking her eyes. Her hood would have left her blinded on the sides so she opted to keep it off. She kept her scarf tight around her face. She wished she had some sort of protection for her eyes, like a blindfold with glass.

Although, she looked odd, she could not be any more prepared given the circumstances. Good. Now all we do is accept the fact we are going to be on a wyvern. In the sky. While avoiding Gargoyles. The sarcastic voice in her head spoke, driving home the fact that this was extremely dangerous and could kill her. Those tombs are starting to look very good right about now. She joked to herself. Well. What’s that saying? You only live once? Yep. Look at the positives. Dying, while fighting gargoyles sounds a lot better than dying by fear of dark places. Now, all she needed to do was wait for her designated rider.

[Yorick]

"Right. Mila... I will see you again soon. Be careful up there in the sky. I need you alive, you hear?"

While the Halberdier had a joking tone to her voice, her words carried a bite. Mila was not just another member of the Verdant Cross... Mila was a friend. Mila meant something to Yorick. And the strong fighting woman would never be able to forgive herself if something happened to her spunky, fiery companion.

As the group entered the crypt, Yorick took the proffered torch, holding it low and to the side and slightly shutting her eyes as she sighed, feeling a pang of nervousness for Mila. Then Yorick was alert. Ready for action. Fired up, full of power, and raring to fight.

The Halberdier took one last swig from her flask before stowing it and drawing her axe. The fiends fought with lances, right? Using lances would be foolish in such a tiny space, and swords were weak... So axes it was! Hopefully there wouldn't be any of those damnable Bonewalkers in here.

The dank, still air of the crypt seemed fraught and heavy with despair as the crew moved in. Yorick was near the front of the pack, so she was on her toes, guarded and ready lest danger spring out like some sort of fell booby trap.

"I don't know the route, otherwise I'd take point. But let's move. Cramped quarters invite disaster. The sooner we can spread out, the better - I like to be able to maneuver. Back of the crew, watch our rear. We don't need any surprises."

[Orcleous]

Orcleous took point, as he was the only one who knew where to go. The dark skin man blended into the darkness, but a quick knock of a flint rock lit the torch and repelled the darkness. The red flame radiated like the sun as Orcleous pressed into the tomb. Others drew there weapons in superstition, but Orcleous kept Xigshaw on his back. The axe was truly useless in these tombs. The walls, narrow corners, and low ceiling made swinging it almost impossible. That along with the fact that the native did not suspect any trouble. This was the village crypt. People came in here every other day or so. Orcleous was here not to long ago when they laid his sister in law to rest, painful memories. However people would regularly visit to pay there respects to the dead so it was not like the place was hunted. Orcleous strolled through the tunnels like a conquering champion while everyone else followed slowly from behind. Every once in a while Orcleous would have to turn around and tell them to keep up.

As the group continued up the stone steps it became more and more apparent that the trip was staring to weigh on them. The uniform steps from before turned to a slow clanking. The metal armor worn by some of the mercenaries rubbed against the stone creating a sound that could wake the dead. At this point orcleous and the gang was far above the area that people usually visit. Even the oldest elder of the village did not come up this high into the crypt. The only people who came here were guards and a few mercenaries who used the path as a easy way to descend the mountain. It did little in the way of climbing though, all the steps and twisting turns made it easy to tire out and get lost. Still Orcleous chose the route because it was the safest and quickest path up the cliffs. Anywhere else and they would risk a ambush. He was a hundred present sure the Gargoyles would not travel in here. The low ceiling and cramp space worked against there anatomy.

"Hey guys pick your feet up I am tired of that clanking", spoke Orcleous as he turned around and yelled to the men behind him. Suddenly Orcleous noticed something moving in the darkness. He would have probably noticed it before, but the light from the torch screwed with his eyes and blinded him to everything in the dark. The fact that Orcleous noticed it meant that it was closer than it actually appeared. Though at the time Orcleous did not think of that. The figure was just a little to big to be a man so Orcleous figured it was just distance. "Who goes there", he shouted and then the figure twitched and turned toward him. Before Orcleous could truly understand what was going on the figure rushed forward with a speed only seen by the young man twice in his life and struck out at him with it's arm.

As the shadow attacked Orcleous took a deep breath. His body moved on its own as he jolted his head to the right avoiding what now looked like a claw. The flesh of the shadow was rotten and the low growl emitting from its chest told him exactly what it was. "Entombed", shouted Orcleous as he pulled back and smashed his torch into the face of the monster. The blow set its burning flesh on fire and the light revealed several of the beast occupying a single room. Without delay the horde of monsters began to assault the travelers. The first to be attacked was of course, Orcleous. The hero moved his arm and pulled the tower shield off his back. Not a moment too soon as two separate claws smashed against the gilded shield knocking the young hero backwards. Orcleous drew his long sword from his side and prepared to do battle. In that moment however another mercenary rushed forward and began to attack the beast with a halberd.

"The undead", shouted one man as he planted his ace into the creatures neck. The blow was deep, but it did not sever the spine. The monster pressed forward and knocked the man to the ground and began the process of mauling him. However the green clad hero was not going to let that happen. The moment he noticed the blow was shallow he rushed forward and planted his foot into the neck of the beast. The blow saved the man's life as Orcleous knocked the monster from atop him before it could do any major damage.

[Ilheod]

"Ilheod I am going to have to place you in charge of the flying units while I lead the men through the crypt,"

The Orange haired Wyvern Lord nodded quietly in response. His gaze darted around from side to side as he scanned the room quietly to take in those around him. Most of the men there seemed..fairly reliable? They weren't his lads so he couldn't bank on them employing military tactics or training. Especially since Wyvern's moved in units and in military style relied on combat instruction usually. No..sadly despite the fact Ilheod was leading them..they might as well be on their own in that regard. It would come down to individual fighting skills.

However the words of the female who had been speaking to him prior drew his attention once more.

"Well. This makes my request easier then. Sir Dev.. Ilheod. One, It’s a pleasure to meet you and I hope to learn much from you and your story in the city of heroes. Second, since you are now, in charge of the mounted units. I request a ride with one of them to the top of the mountain.”"

That wasn't too much to ask. Especially since he knew off the top of his head at-least Astraeus was equipped for carrying multiple people. Being a far larger wyvern to most he was able to hold them with ease. Ilheod spoke up promptly, despite his mask muffling someone to his words as he shifted his weight from the surface he rested on with his back by rolling his shoulders and shifting his weight forwards so he was standing straight. "That shouldn't be much of an issue. I doubt the others have as large a wyvern as Astraeus..but he's certainly large enough and strong enough to handle the weight of an extra person without slowing. It'll be easier since your not covered head to toe in armor though too. " He waved his hand dismissively as she tried to explain her disinclination towards subterranean surfaces. "Don't worry about it lass. Were in the same boat there." Turning on his heel a bit he lifted an arm as the others started to leave for the tombs. He waved his hand forwards and spoke loudly. "Those of you taking to the skies. Follow me. I know the mountains fairly well. Let's head out!"

His stride was long and his pace swift as he made his way to Astraeus. Though it took a few moments to better prepare wyverns, he stood near waiting for the mage to ready herself before they took to the skies. It'd take them less time then the under ground unit given they were on wing as opposed to foot; so he was going to make sure they traveled smart. No sense getting caught unawares after all.

[Mila]

Mila looked around, Illheod was waiting next to his wyvern. She approached him.

"Ah. Good sir. I am ready."

Physically she was ready, mentally not so much. Mila's head was spinning with thoughts and possibilities of what could go wrong. To a point where her stomach felt like it was making similar twisting sensations. She took a deep breath to steel her nerves.

She looked over at Illheod's mount. A large black wyvern who appeared to be a veteran of the sky. Mila was enraptured by the creatures's subtle beauty. She lifted a hand up so the wyvern could familiarize itself with her scent. The great creature sniffed her hand then snorted out a warm gust of moist air. This caused Mila to put her hand down and speak.

"Ah. I see you aren't a face toucher. That's fine, neither am I. Well met then. Astraeous, I am Mila." She spoke with a soft smile.

She spoke to the wyvern. She had read that wyverns were fairly intelligent and could understand some human speech and emotions. She had even read that wyverns are theorized to be distant cousin from dragons. While some would find this behavior odd Mila did not care. This was something she did to all beasts or burden she encountered that she had to work with.

"I'm going to be flying with Illheod on your back for a bit. Hope you don't mind."

She gave a light bow to the wyvern before heading over to Illheod's side. The wyvern Lord had finished his preparations. He helped her up on Astraeus back with clear instructions to hold on tight. Within moments they and the others were in the air.

[Yorick]

"Entombed? Ah, great. Not these brainless things..."

The Halberdier drew out her axe and hand axe, moving forward to stand next to the leader, Orcleous. With a smile and narrowed eyes, Yorick stood firm, watching one of the beasts move towards her. Suddenly, her arm shot forward, and the hand axe left her grip, sailing into the beast's neck and cutting a deep incision before returning like a boomerang. Yorick leaped forward, swinging her other axe like a scythe in front of her, and watched with satisfaction as it sliced the head of the Revenant cleanly off.

"Damn right! Come on, undead babies! I'll mince you!"

Turning around, Yorick grabbed one of the other men's torches and then jammed it into a wall sconce, where it flared and illuminated the room. There were many coffins, the wood rotted away, laying in shambles, and she could see the glints of undead eyes from many directions. It didn't seem too overwhelming of odds, though, which was very reassuring.

An Entombed rushed towards Yorick, its maw gaping and its green flesh shining with a sickly, dull pallor under the reddish torchlight. Yorick dodged an initial swing of its claws, and parried another, raising her axes like an X to catch the claws as they fell downward. Her right leg shifted her weight onto one side, and she twisted her body, turning the undead and allowing her to fit a well-aimed kick in, which sent the thing sprawling backwards. Yorick regained her footing and moved so her back was near the wall as the Entombed got up and rushed her again. One at a time was quite enough.

[Orcleous]

"Form up", shouted Orcleous as he stabbed his iron sword forward into a beast neck. The blow was far from the spine and looked for a moment as if the Hero was a armature. However a quick twist of the blade and a powerful jerk back severed the head of the beast and implanted Orcleou's sword deep into the neck of another undead. The commander attempted to rally his sellswords together and form some kind of Phalanx formation. However that plan fell apart pretty quick as it soon became apparent that nobody understood Orcleous' jesters. The Hero had forgotten that not everybody used the same hand signs and phrases for the same thing. Many mercenaries in the norther section of Bern did, but not around here. The people who came to this job came from all around. They were not from the same region and as a result could not communicate with each other well.

"Everyone form up around me and interlock our shields", shouted Orcleous giving a clear command. The men and women with shields began to move toward him, while the ones without began to fall back. The number of undead in the room started to increase regularly as more and more of them poured in from the room behind the chamber they entered. Most of them were pretty high level for being in this area. Entombed filled most of the horde, with a little of regulars in between. Why were there so many undead in the crypt. Orcleous was sure the corpses of there dead were not rising, well he did not think they were. If that was the case then they would have been swarmed earlier when they entered the crypt. No this had to be something else or someone else doing. Maybe the gargoyles. They did have the power to turn people they killed into Undead. All the zombies in here could be there doing.

"Holy crap there is a lot of them", spoke One man as the undead pressed against his shield. It was clear to Orcleous that they could not hold this formation for long. They needed to break the enemy and playing it safe was not going to work. The undead did not need rest, nor did they have a battle with flying demons after this. The longer they spent trapped in here the greater chance that they were going to fail there mission. Orcleous was not going to accept failure, especially since he is paying for it.

Suddenly the Hero pushed forward and moved out of his spot in the formation. The hole was quickly covered by another man with a shield, but Orcleous has stepped out in the open placing himself in skewering range from the beast claws. "This is taking too long", shouted Orcleous as he stabbed his sword into a incoming undead's skull and reached his hand toward his back. Everyone in the room knew what he was going for and the moment't he pulled it out they knew skulls were going to fly. From his back and with all the strength in his arms Orcleous drew Xigshaw and attacked in a single motion. The mighty Warhammer ripped through the enemy like a hot blade through butter as Orcleous call upon the natural energy flowing through is body.

"Smite", shouted Orcleous as his weapon slammed into a single undead. The force made the creatures chest explode as its body flew back and knocked over the other rank in file creatures. Seeing the opening the remaing mercenaries lowered ther shields and charged in. In an instant the battle was turned on its ear as the skilled warriors brought down there blades ending the undeath of the creatures around them.

[Ilheod]

Ilheod gave the large midnight blue Wyvern a moment. Astraeus sniffing at her and allowing her to touch his side was important; because if he had rejected her Ilheod would have had to force the large winged mount into acknowledging her as an ally. Which might have taken even longer. Either way though, the red headed Wyvern Lord waited patiently. Until they were ready. Adjusting the mask of gargoyle bone so that it covered his mouth and nose, he spoke in a slightly muffled tone to the girl behind him as he mounted the saddle and waited for her to do the same. "Don't breath while facing the direction we fly. Tuck your chin a bit when you do or look to the side slightly. At-least while were moving fast. Oh..and don't let go."

He gave her a few moments to get settled in, while he locked his legs into the saddle and leaned forwards. Extending his hands he ensured his spear was fastened safely and securely before gazing towards the skies. He could feel through his legs pressing to the wyvern's side how his body became tense. Every muscle started to contract as the creature prepared for flight. It was only a matter of if the young mage riding with him was ready. Ilheod shouted loudly, to the gathered wyvern riders while also motioning with his heels for Astraeus to fly. "To the skies!"

It was all one single massive rush. The Wyvern's out-stretched legs flapped heavily once in conjunction with it's muscled limbs roughly pressing off the ground. The force launching both Wyvern and Riders into the air with astounding speed, gravity pressing down roughly combined with the wind whipping past them that almost forced Ilheod's body against the wyvern. It was why he had told Mila to hang on. She'd have to to stay attached to the large Wyvern with no room to press herself to the large beast given she was behind Ilheod on the saddle. Fractions of a second felt like several seconds as they climbed a considerable height in the blink of an eye. Astraeus for once did not go several feet higher than normal wyverns given that his size was balanced by the weight of an additional rider. However he still had a few feet on them; and as the group climbed up higher with the second wing beat that distance became a bit more distinct.

Leveling off into the sky as they completed the second climb, the flight became less intense upon the body with them now flying towards the mountain. Wind rushed past still, but gravity did not oppressively try to compress the bodies of the riders. The group made excellent time as they raced towards the first climbing peaks. It was easy enough, and the need for security was a bit more lax given one man could see everything ahead. As Ilheod lead the group though, he noticed what to him was not necessarily an unsettling sight. Gargoyles.

Upon the first set of small elevated peaks was a pack of them. Small, clearly just a stand alone group. Five of them it looked to be. However one was savagely biting into a sundered torso of a human corpse. Half of a torso. As the distance closed, crimson stain upon his beak and claws so plainly evident. Well, if they were going to get to this "nest" it would make sense that they'd have to kill off any they saw. After all winged monstrosities that could kill with a single scratch was not an enemy one wanted ambushing their rear or flanks later while occupied.

Ilheod lifted his spear to catch the attention of the other riders and pointed to the gargoyles, turning in flight to head towards them. The silver weapon was ideal..and he knew it would make killing them far easier. He was lucky in that regard. As the wyvern riders neared the gargoyles however, they took to the skies. Cawing and shrieking monstrosities, they flew towards the riders in a frenzy. In moments the two groups would crash against one another. As Ilheod tucked his legs in joust like fashion Astraeus let out a head splitting shriek of a challenge towards them. The high pitched sound all too familiar to any who spent time around wyverns.

[Mila]

It took a bit but Mila got on the wyvern and settled in. She made sure to tie down any loose belongings or at the very least keep them under her buttoned up cloak. Her bag was in “back pack” mode underneath the cloak. Hopefully the contents won’t spill out. Her book was in her robed sleeve pockets, firmly secured. Ilheod gave her some instructions. Mila nodded. Alright. Alright. It’s do or die.
She wrapped an arm around the Wyvern Lord’s waist kept her legs firmly pressed into the saddle.

“Ready Sir!” She spoke in a stern voice.

Ilheod shouted a command to the others and lightly kicked Astraeus with his heels. The mighty Wyvern kicked off, flapped its majestic wings and took to the sky. Mila’s face was pressed firmly into Ilheod’s back out of fear. But she was quiet. Her heart was racing. But it felt good, exhilarating even. It was a strange mix of fear and excitement. Soon, the three of them were in the sky. Once at a relatively steady pace Mila eased up on her clinging. She looked around and saw the land below her. A wondrous sprawl of green land dotted with some brown.

“Huh.. this is kinda nice.” She spoke to herself admiring the scenery.

The young mage tried to see ahead of her, but was greeted with the back of Ilheod’s head. Well this is a problem. It did give her a nice view of the gargoyle made armor though. But, if gargoyles came from in front she would not be able to see them. But she could see above Ilheod and below him if she tilted her head up or to the side.

She moved her arm that had her book away from her chest and wondered. She let go of Ilheod for a moment and tried to conjure a fireball. The ball was very small and fizzled out the moment it was exposed to strong winds. Oh… I did not think this part through.

Then she heard cawing and shrieking. Well.. sh*t. Time to start thinking! She held on to Ilheod again this time using her book arm. Her other hand was to be used for casting if she could figure out how to do it without it fizzling out in the intense winds. Astraeus let out an ear piercing shriek from what Mila could deduce meant that the wyvern was calling the Gargoyles.

“Ugh.. ow.” Forgot ear plugs. Her ears were ringing now. She pinched her nose and popped her ears giving herself some needed relief. Focus! Gargoyles are coming! Come on think! She mentally told herself. Her mind was racing with thoughts and theories on magic. Her mind was trying to take into account the wind, movement, weight, distance, power, her mental, and spiritual fortitude. She had an idea. Maybe, This will work.. but I need a target in my sight.

[Ilheod]

As the creatures moved upon heavy fluttering wings, Ilheod's gaze darted side to side. Many of them were grouping to the center. To where he and Mila were headed. In the back of his mind he had a small longing for his unit at his side. At-least with them he could easily rely on formations to handle a group. That wasn't the case with these people. They weren't trained wyvern Knights of the Bernese Military. Perhaps some had prior experience; but most units had slight alterations in signals to personally fit their style. It also did him little good if he tried to group them into a formation but not all understood or moved into point. A formation relied on each member performing that particular role to it's maximum.

He shouted above the rushing winds as he tucked his head and extended his arm by a few inches. "Hold on Mila!"

He'd give her the warning, because a few moments later Ilheod pressed inwards with the left heel and guided Astraeus into a right dominant aileron roll. The colossal Wyvern tucked in his wings swiftly, the back joints curling up against the sides slightly of Ilheod and Mila as if a protective railing while he spun. It was brief and the few rotations they did prevent the gargoyles from striking at the softer weaker skin between his Wyvern's wing joints. As came out of the spin, Ilheod shouted with a powerful exhaling breath and plunged his spear forwards. The silver infused weapon met resistance before plunging into the lower portion of a gargoyles abdomen. Skin and meat were sundered by the dangerous silver spear as it shrieked in agonizing horror. Clawed hands flailed and swiped for Mila and Ilheod; however the weapon that had skewered it and met resistance only at it's spin kept it at a distance. The force of Astraeus's momentum and flight kept them going, the floundering monster of swiping claws and flailing wings was dragged along for a brief ride as they rushed past the remaining gargoyles; completing their first pass.

The other riders started to engage them in a series of fights that broke into aerial dog fights through out the sky. Gargoyles hounding a rider while another tailed him and vice versa. However Ilheod knew the easiest way was to gain momentum and strike from above, and to this end as they rose faster and faster into the sky he knew they had to be rid of their winged guest. Shaking his spear side to side; it ripped into the monsters flesh with a series of meat pulping sounds only for the Wyvern Lord to pry it free. Before the monster could strike with it'ts claws or beak however he swiped his spear in an arc that stopped before his back forearm hit Mila. The Gargoyles head left it's body before the wings stopped fluttering to keep it propelled, even if only for a second.

While they rose upwards faster into the air, Ilheod turned Astraeus about. The Wyvern's large wings extended fully like a drag chute, keeping them aloft on currents suspended as Ilheod took in the battle to see where they stood. This would be one of the few moments they got to think. He spoke to Mila as he observed the field.

" Until we thin them out, I'm going to be doing alot of diving. Best focus on staying on if you don't think you can when that happens."

[Yorick]

"Down with you!"

The Halberdier slashed, knocking the Entombed back and then finishing the creature with another swift stroke. Then she looked and saw the mass of moaning, writhing undead that filled the room with a seething mass of rotting flesh.

"Shoot, man, that's a hella lot of Revenants..."

After a few seconds, though, the tide of the battle greatly changed. The leader drew Xigshaw and proceeded to single-handedly smash through most of the undead, allowing the rest of the crew to move in as cleanup.

The mighty hammer rent the flesh of the undead, bludgeoning them into pieces and tearing them, leaving chunks of Revenant and Entombed torn asunder. The power of the holy weapon was great indeed, and made Yorick even more leery about how this man had come to possess it. Had he defeated Oya? Had he stolen it? Or were the two men in some sort of agreement together?

With the creatures defeated, Yorick grabbed the torch she had left in the sconce and moved up to stand near the leader.

"Where next? This fight cost us time, so we should hurry. I don't want the airborne crew to get overwhelmed without us."

The dark-skinned man probably was well aware of the issues, but Yorick wanted to be sure. This was a dangerous job. She wanted to make sure Mila was fine... It wouldn't do to have her friend and guildmate killed at the hands of flying fiends. No sir.

Yorick twirled her axe, eager to get on with the fighting.

[Mila]

“Hold on Mila!”

Ilheod didn’t have to tell her twice. In moments the mage had both her arms wrapped around Ilheod’s waist hanging on for dear life. Next thing she noticed was the three of them spinning around in the air. Ilheod let out a shout and plunged the pointy end of his spear at a gargoyle. Mila could only assume that was the case. She had a majority of her face buried in Ilheod’s back plate out of fear. Her stomach felt like it had just been put through a ringer. When she managed to open one eye to peek at the action around her she briefly saw a gargoyle’s body head towards the ground below. Soon, the pair were climbing back up into the air. She could barely hear Ilheod’s words of caution due to the winds. All she could make out was there was going to “be doing a lot of diving”. Mila could feel her stomach sink. This was going to be unpleasant. This is still better than the tombs… still better than the tombs.. She kept mentally telling herself.

“R-Right, I understand.” She replied. Her voice was shaky but loud enough for him to hear. She hoped. The mage had no idea how much hearing he had underneath the helmet. She took a long deep breath. Trying her best to steel her nerves for the upcoming dives, there was no way she could cast magic with all of this movement going on. She lost her mental thought on theorized magic somewhere in the middle of the spin. She felt a gas bubble well up to her throat; she dismissed the burp through her nose. She welcomed the burning sensation in her nose; it gave her something to focus on other than the dread of the next few dives.

[Orcleous]

As the mercenaries finished off the Zombies orcleous put away Xigshaw. The hammer did not like being second to Orcleous blade, but it was going to have to get over it. Orcleous did not like to spam the legendary weapon. If he used it to much he would become dependent on it and that was not going to happen. Orcleous was a warrior, not a mage. He did not need magic to defeat his foes. The magic just made it easier.

"Your not the only one worried", spoke Orcleous to Yorick. "These Gargoyls seem to have been very busy picking off travelers and allowing the corpses to wonder into here. Look at the number of the dead. I prey that this is the whole lot of them and that there are none outside. We need to get moving", spoke Orcleous as he grabbed somebody's torch and began to walk forward. The group was not far from the exit, but there was still a bit of a way to go. As they walked every little creak and step sounded like a shuffle. Everyone was watching there backs and checking there rears. For Orcleous it was easy as he knew about all the sounds and rocks. This was Tuesday for him, he could tell the difference. Everyone else, they could not tell the difference. "Alright the exit", spoke Orcleous as he turned a corner. It was just as he feared. The stone doorway leading to the path was split down the middle. Either a traveler or the Gargolyes themselves did it. However you looked at it the undead were shuffling down the steps and moving into the catacombs.

"Everyone prepare for battle", shouted Orcleous as he lead the charge out of the caverns. It was just as he expected. As Oya came out he was meet with a rotten corpse. The undead buggers were still up top shuffling around and moaning. The ones inside the tomes probably walked down there by accident. The number of undead was a little bit higher than before, but they were less quality. There was not a single entombed among them. It would take a bit, but Orcleous was sure they could wipe them out in no time. They still however needed to get to the rundeview point, which was a few about a hundred and fifty yards from the exit.

"Alright put them back into the grave", shouted Orcleous as he charged forward with his iron sword. The blade sliced through the head of a beast as Orcleous charged the horde.

[Yorick]

"Then let's roll, Orcleous."

As the man lead the way out, Yorick came running close behind, whistling at the mass of undead. Thankfully, they were all Revenants... They needed to get through, though, to meet up with the rest of the group. Looking around, Yorick saw an interesting way to tackle them. The left edge of the plateau had a steep drop-off, and, as the undead weren't the most intelligent...

"Herd them to the left edge! Push them back and over, and we'll get them out of the way!"

With her broadsword drawn and shield in hand, the Halberdier set to bashing the things toward the dropoff. It went fairly well; as a few minutes ticked by, Yorick had amassed two kills, a few limbs laying in her wake, and a gaggle of Revenants near the edge. A swift slash with her sword and a follow-up hit with her shield set off a domino effect as the undead teetered and stepped backwards to gain their footing. As a dozen went plummeting over the edge, Yorick whooped in excitement and checked her back. She was good on space, so she moved towards the center, attracting some attention, and then proceeded to start the process again.

Motion in the sky caught her eye - it looked like something swooping, a ways off. It could be an eagle, or a wyvern - she couldn't tell.

"I'm Yorick! A warrior born and bred! Come at me, undead!"

The sound of the dull, rotted claws clanging against her shield filled the air with a dry ringing noise as Yorick fought. It was much easier here in the open.