Shalva and Tom[Influence: 8] vs [Influence: 8]
Both the Lamia skeleton and the plant-think try to speak up at the same time, standing their ground. Neither of them really manage to get their message accross.
The Priestess freezes in place, as much in surprise as in fear. A valuable set of moments pass while the gears turn in her head.
"You're not-? Well! If you're freindly, then help me! Deal with these zombies!"
They both notice that some of the zombies are shambling towards the preistess, attracted by the sound of her voice. They seem to ignore the two revenants.
TiimTiim has heard of ancient spells used to assume command of the more mindless undead before, but never actually practiced such techniques. Nobody has been able to beat the Fell Lord in a contest of wills, and that's exactly what trying to steal his minions would be.
Though, these undead seem different. They're certainly not as well-organized as they should be, and and Tiim has changed too. She's already noted how her current state of being alters the form of her magic, so, it's worth a shot.
[Manipulation: 13]
This art is less like casting a spell than an instinctual reaching out to the energies surrounding you. Tiim doesn't know the forms which would assist with this action, so she's essentially just winging it. Not efficient, but effective enough for something simple.
And it's... s-so cold...
Several undead minds suddenly light up in her mind. Not like people, more like simple animals. Tiim tries to corral them to her will, but they seem to band together and resist her efforts.
"NOT FOR FREE. SO HUNGRY, AND THIRSTY, AND ACHING AND COLD. HELP AND WE'LL SERVE."
Tiim is too focused on manipulation to pay close attention to her other senses. She's vaguely aware of her surroundings, but finds the act of moving difficult, at least while in the act of negociating with so many minds.
The dozen or so zombies and skeletons which are closest have stopped and are looking at her, but the rest are either milling about or approaching that preistess with a hungry look.
HenricHenric stares at the plant-man, expecting him to walk out of the graveyard. Instead he starts saying some strange things to the scary lady who owns the place. So does the snakeladyskeleton. Well, it's their funeral! Henric isn't going to stick around to see what being rent by holy light is like, so he silently turns around and starts walking.
He passes quite a few standing corpses on his way, most of whom seem pretty spaced-out and aimless. Poor guys.
He makes it to the edge of the nearby forest. It occurs to him that he doesn't really have any idea where he is, or which direction home is in. Though, it's not like he'll have a lot of trouble surviving out in the wilds. After all, he's already failed at that part, so he can't fail a second time.
He hears the preistess lady say something, but can't quite make it out.
BirdHmm. Well, the plant and the snake both try to talk to the pink-robed woman, speaking over each other in accents which are equally strange and antiquated but in different ways. The bird isn't really used to being able to understand speech at all, let alone recognise accents, but that's how it is.
For her part, the lady asks them to help deal with the undead. The zombies do look a bit peckish, and the bird knows there's a bunch of humans around here. Hell, it wouldn't mind stuffing its beak with some squirming, living flesh itself, so it wouldn't be a stretch to think that the other undead could get violent with the living.
Meanwhile, the girl stands rooted in place. The zombies in a neat circle around her also stand stock-still while those outside the radius continue to move freely, so there's something odd going on there.
And the big fella skeleton just wandered off. The bird supposes that it could still follow him now, but if he wander off into the trees he'd be hard to track.
Name: Tiim
Status: Almost perfectly intact
Inventory: Ancient clothing, magic-preserved
Attributes: Determination: +0
Observation: +0
Influence: +1
Strength: -2
Agility: +0
Manipulation: +2
Skills: Ancient Fire Magic: +2
Ancient Language: +1
Ancient Purpose: Father: +2
Ancient Numerology: Curse of the Unending: +1
Further Reference: http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=177648.msg8221589#msg8221589 Name: <Caw>. Goes by Moldbin. Or just Bird.
Status: Perfectly intact
Inventory: Zero shinies :(
Attributes: Determination: +1
Observation: +1
Influence: +0
Strength: +0
Agility: +1
Manipulation: +0
Skills: Semblance of Life: +1
Mind over Matter +1
Weapon Use: Bird: +1
Literate: +1
Curiosity: +1.
Geography: +1
Animal Empathy +1
Mind Eater +1
Further Reference: http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=177648.msg8221923#msg8221923 ((Jeez, it's been like six days already. Being cold and sad and not wanting to write sure does suck.))