R'lyeh, muttered something in his native tongue, something that made him sound annoyed, or otherwise mad, as he walked over to the nearest torch, and tried lighting it, however, it didn't work out too well, which was probably better for him, anyways. I noticed Trey get smashed in the beak from that monk, and use my last bit of magic to heal him. Thankfully, I could still rely on damage from my torch, and, just as well, Backstabs seems to have found a weak spot on the zombie... or, rather, a weakER spot on said zombie, as being covered in wounds typically meant being covered in weak spots, but she must have found one that the zombies actually felt as the thing actually surprised me as it, somehow, screamed in pain. Not only did this mean that these creatures, however twisted and controlled they were, could still feel pain... even if that sense is dulled, it was still there. I expected the zombie to burst into flames just like the last ones have, so far, but the flames, instead, were extinguished quickly, leaving a very weakened-looking zombie. I couldn't do anything about it at the moment, as I was still trying to figure out how we'd deal with this problem without our magic, the main source of damage, as far as I knew this thing had a way of restoring its health, much like the paladin did, and if it did that... well, we'd be up a creek, so to speak, as we had no usable magic among the group, JUST as we figured out that the best way of killing them was via an easy to cast 'cure' spell, as odd as that sounded. I honestly hoped that the others wouldn't get mad at me for 'wasting' my magic on healing a 'useless' mage, but somehow, I got the feeling that the zombie was expecting me to cast cure on it... and I'd really rather our new friend not die in this horrid cave, lest he, too, become one of these foul beings.