[center][h1][color=dimgray]Caractacus[/color][/h1][/center]
[color=dimgray]"Gah! Damn it!"[/color] Caractacus stumbled as the forest was suddenly engulfed in an earsplitting crack of thunder. Caractacus regained his footing, and spun about to the source. Already there was a fire growing through the tree. [color=dimgray]"If it was that witch again, I swear..."[/color] He started back toward what he assumed was the town, his half-dozen zombies following loyally. He didn't really want to be back with them again, but it would hopefully be better than alone and turned about in the woods.

Caractacus took his time to navigate himself and his zombies around the fire, his rotting minions were especially weak to fire, and the now roaring blaze would leave them charred, if not ash. He finally arrived at the clearing before the ruined town. Caractacus took a moment to observe the situation. Things had clearly escalated. Ysran and the witch seemed to be in conflict with a pair of warriors. One, a knight in full plate, the other a lighter armed warrior, wielding a wicked looking ax. They almost looked like heroes, but they were attacking Ysran and the witch, and they at least, he knew to be at least friendly with him. Caractacus sighed. He was going to have to get involved.

Taking a deep breath, the necromancer readied his staff, planting on the ground. He muttered emboldening words, and energy started to flow from him to his zombies. The undead were bolstered, seeming to grow, and a malevolent gleam shone in their dead eyes. Caractacus steadied himself after casting his empowering spell, before raising a hand. [color=dimgray]"Defend Ysran and the witch."[/color] The zombies, with renewed agility, charged from the treeline.