Kadarin cursed, though unheard by all, thanks to the blanket of silence that enveloped him and his companions. Unable to direct them, he had to make a quick decision. Foward or back? Though the priest's mace could break him in half, Kadarin ran towards the dark priest, but tried to put the priest between him and the undead. A well placed web spell would make it difficult for the cleric to cast or fight. He held his staff ready, though it seemed a feeble implement.
Czolba looked towards the dark priest and the shuffling corpses. Run?
he thought for a moment, Not with a loaded crossbow, and not in front of these green-skinned freaks!
Decision made, he took a bead on the dark priest and fired.
Mouse stuck close to Kadarin, drawing a small dagger he had found on one of the bodies at the Monestary, following him in what seemed an ill-considered move.
Moroth, full of vigour and enjoying the power his greatly increased form held, had some of his ardour cooled by the chiling figure before him. The preist, however, had wasted time with prayer to his dark godling, and the sudden silence meant little to the orc. Weapon in hand, he released a silent roar and charged headlong towards the priest.
Delsordo ran Kadarin, wondering if the idiot mage would get him killed this time, or worse, Mouse. The little one had bonded well with the scarred warrior and their fireside 'chats' had been a thing to see. He would defend the little one to the death, and if that meant breaking the armored cleric's back, so be it.
And not to be outdone by a scrawny human, the remaining orcs charged headlong into battle, the press of numbers forcing them towards the shambling dead.
<ooc Why am I reminded of the charge of the light brigade here
And yes, I am aware of the friendly fire possibilities... /ooc>