don-kai swung the mace missing both of them but shaking them of and stuning them both one was on the floor and the other on its knees
Huaroc lay on the ground, gasping for breath. He felt a stinging pain from his ribs as he drew breath but knew it couldn't have been broken. He groped on the ground for his blow pipe which he'd dropped after he'd hit the ground. He found it not a half foot away from his outstretched hands. The Old Ones were looking down upon him. ((I'm back now from school so I can resume normal role playing again))
The two remaining zombies fumbled on oddly trying to stand again, however the lack of bodily control forced them to just squirm around, and fall over again in an odd pool of rotting limbs.
Huaroc was starting to get his senses about him. He recognized that the last two zombies were somewhat close to him and he managed to squirm and roll a little further from them. He knew that nothing else was really wrong with him besides having the wind and his senses knocked out of him. He only needed a few more seconds to get his full bearings.
((No kidding! Huaroc is floundering around waitting for those last two Zombies to be killed off before he meets his doom haha!))
((Hexec grabbed the last two of his javelins and quickly fired them off quickly, finishing off the last of the zombies. He quickly assisted the group with wounds and gathering weapons.)) -2 Skill
Thanking Hexec, Huaroc stood on his feet shakily. Glad that the fight was over he recounted his actions and realized that he needed to try and protect himself better. Despite having llok's banner he was only a Chameleon and could not be charging into combat as the Saurus and Kroxigor's did.
The caves where eerily silent now the only sounds the lizards could hear was their own breathing. The coldness however stayed with them, something the lizardmen where not used to.
"We should press on I think. No one is terribly injured and our quest is nigh finished." Huaroc said as he stamped the banner poll down on the ground. Should they move out he would be able to take the lead as he almost always did, having to pass the banner off to another so that he could scout ahead.
The group moved through the tunnels, they smelt of a faint, and very natural dirt odor; however the rotted stench of the zombies still lingered. The cave walls where smooth where they had entered, but every so often the found a root sticking through the stone wall usually followed by a trickle of water. The group moved through for sometime unhindered before they came to a junction, on branch right one branch left, both looked more or less identical, especially with their unfamiliarity of the place. ((Also can you guys roll 3d6 for me and send me the results of each individual dice please))
Ilok pondered for a moment. But it struck him, they had to go left. He didn't know why, or even how he got to this idea: but he was almost certain. Left was the way to go. Ilok hated stench, especially if it wasn't his own. The Hunted
Hexec was all for going to the left. As long as it got him out of this cave. Plus, Ilok was the mage. He had a sense for these things.
Ax-Rodriq nodded in agreement with the Skinks. If the Magic One was determined that left was the way to go, then left it would be.
Huaroc nodded to llok and gave the banner he normally carried to a waitting Saurus and crept up ahead, his scales glimering until he was the same shade as the inky shadows around them. His silent foot falls carried him to the left as he scouted ahead of the group. ((-1 Blend, +1 Blend))
Huaroc scouts ahead returning to tell the others that, going through the left path has lead to another junction going left to right. He also noted that the path before said junction was clear until that point at least.
Ilok was sure that the initial left turn was correct. But now his head was more clouded, courtesy of the dark smelly tunnels they were in. He decided to go right here, although a bit of a gamble, the right side appealed more to Ilok. The Hunted
Huaroc nodded his accent to llok's judgement. Blending into the shadows once again he crept with absolute silence down the tunnel until he reached the next intersection to which he turned right this time instead of continoueing left. ((-1 Blend))