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Hearing someone speak he turned to see a new comer which caused him to laugh a bit at the way he acted and moved about so shaking his head he then turned back to the undead. “Well it seems the show most go on.” Seeing that the new comer had already dealt with one of the spiders as well as Linus he would just leave the rest to them taking the option of the undead villagers over spiders. So as to for the most part avoid the spiders he turned going to the left in a wide arc to keep some distance from the spiders he was heading for the group of undead that had started moving their way as the fight had drawn their attention. As he ran along he just spoke out loud. “You know it would be nice if we had a bard or someone to sing for us.” With that he skid to a stop before the group of undead and began to move back at a slow pace making sure to keep them before him as well as slightly off balance. Then when one would get with in striking range he would stop and push in thrusting the lance out for the chest of the first undead he could reach. As the lance sank into the rotten flesh of the undead he would pull the lance back then thrust once more this time for the head. Which split open as the lance embedded its self deep between the eyes of the undead.

"Let's see, Now that's either 14 or 41...... Darn it!!! I lost count!" Shouted Jack after he finished off another spider. He then had an unfortuante epiphany:"Hey, who is taking care of the villagers?"

((sorry, I was somewhere else))
"Gotcha!!!" reported Jack with a confident two finger salute. He then proceded to hacking at the unded hords teing to clear a path to the village. In his speed though, his left arm was deeply cut, but still usable. "Darn it!" he yelled before he cut the head off the attacking zombie.

As the three worked to clear out the village of the undead he had lost contact with the others and now found himself cornered in a back ally way with a mass of undead pouring in on him from the ally as well as the windows from two ruined buildings that surrounded him. “Damn what a mess I’ve gotten myself into.” As he stood his back to a wall the lance held out in front of him with its tip turned down to the ground but it didn’t remain there for long as the mass of undead moved closer he lifted the lance and thrusted out at the head of the closest undead. As the lance sank into the right eye socket he quickly pulled back then thrust again catching the next one in line right in the left shoulder which broke the bone causing the arm to drop lamp at the zombie’s side. “I cannot keep this up much longer if I don’t escape and soon I will be joining their ranks.” Biting his lower lip he forced himself to move as his right leg had became covered in blood from where chucks of wood had impaled themselves into his thigh the pain was great but he knew death waited if he didn’t move. So throwing the lance inside a window beside him he then threw himself through landing beside the lance he laid there for a moment his jaw tightly closed in pain. But he could not remain still for long as the undead now stood outside the window trying to grab at him one of which had started to climb in but he was up and moving now using the butt of the lance as a cane to support his injured leg.

[b[((coulr anyone perhaps fill me in so that I know where a good place to start would be >< I don't want to throw my character somewhere random where I have no hope of getting anywhere if you know what I mean))

Jack saw a large mass of zombies toward one of the less than stable looking building. "That must be where , umm.. that.. other guy is. You look for survivors, I'll go help him!" He said to the bishop. It was a bit far away, so he threw his sword uponto his shoulder and ran through all of the zombie like dead guys that were between him and the condemed building. His mother had been a sorceress, and she had tought him a few things. He unleashed a wave of fire that would be impressive to any nine year old child. It was not enough to do any damage, but enough to draw an amount of attention from his lingering ally.

(( Bump, never mind, my keyboard is once again functional!! ))

Linus hurried into the village, casting a Holy Shield around himself so that any Undead trying to attack him would feel the wrath of the Godess of Light. He finally made it into the village, infested with Undead. Most of them villagers.
Linus ran through each home, looking for survivors, until he found a few survivors in one home.
It was a group of about 6. An archer, two Soldiers, and the rest seemed to be regular villagers.
"Finally, I was hoping I was'nt to late in getting to the village." Linus said, out of breath, as the Archer took out an arrow and fired at Linus' head. It missed his head by inches and, apparently, she was actually aiming for an Undead behind him.
"What..?" Linus asked, turning around. "Gaah!" He screamed as the Undead Spider lay dead behind him, four arrows protruding from its carcass.

Acarian walked along the dusty path. She had been sent to help any teams that needed help, then she was to report back in 6 monthes time. "6 monthes is a pretty long time, eh Midnight?" she mummered to her faithful wolf companion. Midnight barked in agreement, then growled, his eyes narrowed at the sight of roofs in the distance. Acarian noticed his uneasyness and squinted at the nearby village. "Your right boy, something's not right with that village, lets go check it out." Acarian's eyes narrowed as she drew her cloak closer together.