"What do you see of that zombie in the center of the area?"
Anagra didn't answer. He didn't want to. If this necromancer could not sense the demonic force of this zombie, then he could not surely be a well qualified necromancer.
The zombie had fangs on it, and it moved faster. His skeletal minions tried to attack it, but its hit was dangerous. It seemed to keep its mind as well, as the zombie did not simply move aimlessly and attack what's near it.
"Kill it... now..."
The Den was on fire, and was quickly falling apart. They needed to kill what was in here, and fast.
Arry whispered a prayer, knowing this would ease the pain of what would come next. He then began a series of small assaults at the zombie, continuously issuing a few hits then backing off. Both The Paladin and the fiend took blows but slowly the life returned to Arry. However with both the flames and the fallen Arry could not continue this alone, so he retreated completely (the zombie seemed to follow him part way and then return to the point he was stationed at before). Another prayer was chanted out of his lips, this one was for his allies.
"All together now..." he yelled before charging at the beast, all but hoping his comrades would follow his lead...
The group charged at the demon, and at once, they dug their weapons in his flesh. At once, its body roared in rage, and its fangs tried to bit whatever was near it. Yet it was too much for it. The rotten flesh that was promised redemption by Andariel if it took out the Rogue Encampment started to burn, and soon, only ash remained.
The dark aura of the cave was lifted, and light shined through the cracks. And the demonic soul, in a violent yell, disappeared.
Yet the Den was on fire. And the entrance was blocked by a roar of flame.
"We need a way out!"
They were stuck, and they fire was getting bigger and bigger, slowly closing on the group's position.
Celia's eyes darted to and fro, looking for an exit from the cleansed Den. All routes seemed blocked by fire and debris. Corpses turned to stone in the light of day and fallen rocks blocked the way. She struggled hard to remember her youth, a dark time of which she did not like to think. She recalled leaving the encampment with her friends, the girls giggling as they followed loosely behind their guide... She furrowed her brow, trying hard not to think about Raven or the other girls and focus on her predicament. She remembered coming to the caves and staying overnight. It had seemed so safe and benign back then. Now it harboured nothing but bad memories and a rotting death.
I've heard that there were special magical scrolls that could create a portal to somewhere else, i wonder if perhaps one of the creatures had one... hmmmm "search the creatures for a scroll, I've heard of magical scrolls that create portals to other places, we could use one to get out of here!"
Algranon crossed his fingers and hoped that they would find one, and that they even existed!
Keeping his calm, yet growing frustrated with the unbearable heat drawing closer to the group, Tilika started searching some of the bodies for whatever supplies he could carry with him.
From a walking dead's decaying corpse he removed a somewhat torn leather tunic. Putting it on, it fit him remarkably well. He continued to search through the still corpses on the ground..
Finally, he found what he was looking for. Anagra found the scroll that contained the arcane magic of teleportation to the nearest settlement. It was torn, ripped, but readable. Perhaps found by a fallen off of a dead body and it collected it as loot. No matter why it was there, Anagra picked it up, and read from it.
He threw is down on the ground, and it automatically vanished from sight. For the moment, it seemed like nothing had happened, and that they were to be doomed in this forsaken cave. But then, the navy blue gateway opened up, forming a swirl in the air.
The cold air of the Rogue Encampment was an instant relief of the heat of the Den. As Anagra looked behind him, he caught a glimpse of the Den, and saw it slowly fall apart behind him. The rest of the group were behind him, energized, while Anagra was quiet. He was one step closer to his goal, and now he hoped he earned the Rogue's trust so they could send him to Tristram.