Move back, guys!" Spork the Goblin was firing around with his dual pistols, shouting at his party. Cyllas peered around him, the scourgeforces were all around him and his comrades, skeletal warriors leading the charge against them. He aimed his large boomstick at one, firing, shattered armor and bones falling to the ground, immediatly two zombies replacing him, a necromancer standing behind the scourgelines, wielding a large staff, his purple robes glowed with purple vile runes. It was a tide of undeath. "Fire! Fire! Fire! Krigwizzle, its bombing time!" Spork kept yelling and shooting, moving backwards slowly. Krigwizzle, another goblin pulled grenades from his belt, arming them and throwing them, explosions followed.. yet dosens of pairs of red eyes could be seen through the smoke, advancing. "Where did they come from?!" Cyllas yelled. Finster, the brother of Krigwizzle stood upon the small hill behind them, aiming his scoped longbarreled gun, trying to get a clear shot at the necromancer. "We can't keep this up forever!" Demyan, the human knight of the party charged into the first scourge mob that came through the smoke and fire, squashing them with his mighty hammer.

The necromancer started casting, chanting, some of the zombies faltering. One of the grenades exploded engulfing a small group of the Scourge band in searing fire. Thanks to this Finster had a clear view on the Necromancer, who'm was unaware of the threat. The Goblin triggered, the necromancer's neck taking the hit, nearly decapitated, the lifeless body dropped down. Yet a portal was summoned, cultists that were clad in black robes running out of it. They started chanting all together, the sky darkening even more. "Garh!" The human knight charged through the Scourgelines going for the nearest member of the Cult of the Damned that was near. A barrier erupted out of the ground.. green flames filled with souls that were screeching in agony blocking him. A small part of the undead forces turning clawing and slashing at the knight, overwhelming him in a matter of seconds. Cyllas, Spork, Finster and Krigwizzle biting their teeth in anger.

Suddenly wraithhands erupted from the ground clawing at their feet. Cyllas dodged backwards, hitting the ground with his back, firing his boomstick again. Spork shot at the claws with his pistols with remarkable accuracy.. Krigwizzle however got grabbed whilst trying to take a new grenade, accidently pulling out the pin. He stared, then the inevitable came.. he could feel whilst the bomb exploded his upperbody slowly seperating from his waist, then the other grenades strapped on his belt triggered engulfing the area around him in a burning crater, the stench of burned flesh erupting.

"Krig!" Finster glared, dropping down his scoped gun. He took two long wired triggers from his backpack pushing a button, the backpack expanded: long barrels coming out.. balancing on his shoulders. He pulled the triggers, yelling insanely the shouldermounted guns rapidfired at the zombie forces that were near the foot of the hill now. They fel with heaps, only few in number now the scourge warband moved closer. Spork dropped his two empty pistols drawing his rapier. Cyllas did the same taking his two curved daggers.

A shadowbolt flew through the wall of green fire, it hit Finster right in the chest, knocking him off the hill, dead. Cyllas and Spork started fighting the zombies and ghouls. Spork keeping them at bay with his rapier whislt Cyllas sneaked up behind them. He backstabbed, stroke, and slashed.. the top of the hill soon covered with the corpses that strifed at them. then a vial flew through the air.. shattering, green smoke erupted. He saw Spork reaching for his gasmask at his belt, then all he could see was the green gas, the last he heard was Spork's coughing as he could hold his breath no longer, then all was dark...

Cyllas Kurtson is a Forsaken adventurer, seeking riches and loot, he loves engineering and actually currently seeks for someone to work for. Having heard in Undercity of this certain Baron that rules the town of Brill, he seeks to work for this man,as a militiaman and perhaps hireling, he likes Goblins and despises the Scourge with a searing hatred that all the Forsaken carry with them for eternity. I hope you enjoyed reading about his last moments, and I hope I'll RP along with you in Brill soon!