[center][h2]Sir Garrett[/h2][/center]
[center][i]Themerlinhawk[/i][/center]


Sir Garrett followed the charge into the cramped quarters. Unslinging his mace he slid the boarding axe down through a pair of straps on his back. In the larger spaces beneath the Mausoleum it would be better but for now the mace was the easiest to use. Reaching down he plucked a huntsman’s blade from his left boot. It was a long knife about eight inches in length, it would be perfect for turning blades in close to give him the room to use the mace. As the Knights conferred he listened absently as he moved around them. Marianne was going after the captives; as was Sult and the nem. Tyaetha was already long gone and then there were the rest of them. 

[i]You are going to get them all killed[/i]

Dismissing the haunting feeling of being underground with a necromancer and a largely unknown enemy Sir Garrett shivered as he followed Fanilly’s group. WIth Tyaetha gone it felt best for him to hang close to the small captain. Resting the mace on his right shoulder he picked his way around the corpses. The damn paladin was a magic user too; thank heavens Fanilly wasn’t at least as far as he could tell. Picking his way over the trail of the corpses Garrett frowned. They would need to kill the necromancer or else risk fighting their way through a hallway of walking corpses. There would be no mercy from the Hill Knight today. Looking up at the Captain’s back as she told the other three to split off he sighed. 

[i]They had lost all of their back up in the west quarter within minutes. It was the highest concentration of the risen ancestors and they had been ripped apart. Now all that was left was vengence. Swift and deadly. With fire and sword the siblings had brought it against the awakened and it had worked...for a time[/i]


Sir Garrett shook his head clearing the memories as he waited for the captain to make her next move.