[color=a36209][h2][center][u]Sirgala[/u][/center][/h2][/color]


The party was, for the most part, moving outside. Sirgala was staying – after all, someone should protect the healers, right? She smacks another zombie in the head as it moves, curious, towards a table leg on the ground, and then moves for another one that was “sneaking” up behind her. She swings, and nearly hyperextends her arm as the mace sweeps through only dust. This then happens to every other zombie in the tavern.

Nimue, looking a tad bemused, was controlling the orbs causing this. And had killed the zombies.



All of them.



[i]well shit[/i] Sirgala thinks, pointing at the priestess. “you can clearly protect yourself, at least against those things. I imagine I am needed elsewhere. Protect the Halfling… and maybe pick up a few fingernails or pieces of hair from the zombies, if you have time. They could be of use to me later.” [i]lots of magic users here…don’t imagine any of them will be opposed to enchantments…and to detect magic…you need something that has been touched by it…[/i] she thinks as she re-focuses to hear the halfling asking her to stop for a moment, and "Swab this on the inside of your cheeks. Do NOT swallow until the taste begins to pass, and see me after this kerfluffle is over." Sirgala looks at it. Weirdass brown paste. She looks back at him, squinting suspiciously. She looks back at the paste, shrugs, and does so [i]what's the worst that could happen[/i], she reasons, then almost doubles over gagging at the flavor as she moves outside.

She almost immediately re-focuses on battle, and two scenes – the girl on the horse, and the two elves. There was also the gnoll and apparently a fucking angel fighting a minotaur in a circle of flame but she didn't even want to worry about that right now. While both were precariously perched, the elves could clearly handle themselves. The girl…

The girl clearly was not prepared for what she was getting into, and Gala dearly hoped someone would give her a talking to when this was all over and done. Separation from the group was idiotic in the least, but doing so with what appeared to be no plan at all? nothing short of suicide. She sighed “oh, child…” but deigned to move to help the elves. They were so close to the cultists. Take them out, the threat stops – hopefully in time. 

She runs towards them, bashing at a zombie with her shield as it reaches out to her, then vaulting her mace into the head of another. Approaching the duo, she yelles to them “press onwards,” as she pauses to crush another zombie – mace to torso, another hit to the legs, smash the edge of the shield into the neck. “rush the summoner. He can’t control them and fight us!”

Sirgala then transfers her mace into the gauntlet of her right hand, and draws a javelin, hurling it at the summoner, then moves her mace back to her left hand and presses onward through the sea of corpses, clearing the path as quickly as she can.