2: Return to the Monastery of the Iron God

The party begins loading themselves with treasure with the intent to drag it out to the mules that seem to mysteriously grow in number. Some of you wonder, do mules undergo division? And it is while you are lost in this thought that you notice the two humanoids shambling towards your party. You had made it to the 40ft-long diamond-shaped room down several turns of the same hallway leaving the vision-room.

The figures have aged and torn skin without pallor, ancient clothing that seems close to vanishing itself, and wield clubs of aged wood. The clothing almost appears to be robes that have been eaten away over the ages. There is no spark of life in their faces, but still they move towards you.

First Round of Combat
Combat Order
Party
Enemies

Medwyn resumes hurling oil flasks at the undead assailants.

"Oh no you don't," says Theo to the shambling corpses. He raises his axe, and hangs back for a moment - waiting for the flask of oil to explode - before he attacks with his axe.

The shuffling of feet makes Wilric turns from jamming coins into his pack. He looks around spotting the Shambling Dead and shakes his head, "Of course." he says with exasperation.

Popping up to his feet he draws his bow, releasing two arrows in quick succession at the Zombie Theo is attacking . . .

The zombie stops in its tracks and slowly crumples to the ground, as the second continues to approach.

Several of your party members stand around shocked by the sudden appearance of the zombies! The remaining zombie shambles towards Theo and clumsily swings its rotting arms at the man, being easily avoided.

Round Two of Combat

With only one zombie remaining, Medwyn sees a prime opportunity to try a maneuver he's been perfecting. He again unsheathes the decorative dagger at his belt, closes enough distance to get in range, and hurls it at the undead foe. The weapon flies in a tumbling, lame-duck arc, making it evident he hasn't practiced quite enough.

Wilric shifts sideways a little to give himself room and releases another couple of arrows . . .

Still wounded from the previous fight, Eagerwish stays back, not engaging any of the foes.

Theo hefts his axe and shield, grimacing at the smell. He attempts to send these abominations quickly to their final rest.

Grumbling something nasty under his breath, the dwarf wields his shovel in a workmanlike fashion.