The shayman let out a hideous cackle as Snorri charged towards him. The gnome let out a snarl as he swung his sword at the shayman, who had returned to standing atop the wooden table carved with goblish signals and glyphs. Instead of raising his staff to block, the goblin spat a word and heard a loud crack as Snorri’s blade reached inches of his neck. Snorri’s sword simply swung through where the goblin had just been. Snorri spanked his head, searching for the shayman, only to find multiple gnomish corpses now staggering towards him with low groans and weezes. a green goblin fire burning within their eye sockets. Cold sweat ran down the only living gnome in the chambers back as he slashed as the walking corpses.

Large gashes opened up on the resurrected gnomes; if they felt pain, they showed no signs of it. The zombies advanced on Snorri, arms stretching out towards his face. Snorri screamed and dove over the wooden table. The zombie flung himself after him. More of them then fanned out towards him in a vast shambling horde. As he moved backward from the table, there was a loud crack. The shaman appeared atop the table. He waved his staff towards Snorri and bellowed another goblin word that had no translation. A green ball of magical power was sent fourth from his staff towards Snorri. Snorri dove to his left as the ball crackled towards him. They shayman let out a cackle as Snorri spanked wildly, slowly realising the horde of dead gnomes now fully encircled him.

Snorri threw his sword at the shayman with full force, screaming in frustration as his blade sailed and threw the air. Again, as his sword was about to plunge into the goblin's head, the creature spat a word and disappeared. Snorri’s blade smashed into the face of one of the shambling zombies behind the table. The head exploded in a dark red mist of blood and gore. The body fell to the floor, twitching. That was when Snorri realised he would have to go for the heads. He was trying to push the horror of his action from his mind. Snorri began to spin on the spot, building momentum and slowly extending the chain, allowing the weapon range to increase slightly with each rotation. With his final orbit Snorri roars, the chain whips out the last thirteen or so inches and separates the front rank of the encroaching disorder head from their bodies.

Snorri let out a triumphant well as he pulled his sword back into a strong, defiant two-handed grip. The zombies merely kept walking, stamping over the bodies of the fallen as if they weren't there. extending their long, dead hands as they closed in. Snorri rorated and swept his blade fourth. Five of the zombies fell, but still more took their place. As Snorri swung his sword, another of the resurrected gnomes fell. He felt a cold hand grasping his shoulder. then another. “Snorri!” Screamed Arracop. “There are too many of them." More hands closed around Snorri. Instinctively, he threw his sword towards something as he was dragged away from his feet. He could see the mouths of the zombies opening as they closed the final distance on his body. Snorri let out a scream.

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And suddenly, he was wrenched out of the horde. dragged out of the grip of the zombies by the magical cuff attached to his right wrist. He blinked upwards as he broke free of the zombies. Arracop’s blade was embedded deeply in the chamber's high ceiling. As the chain pulled him close enough to clasp the sword, he hung upside down from the ceiling. A sea of gnomish corpses groaned up at him. extended a long, dead finger to grasp at his position. Snorri searched the horde, trying to spot any signs of the goblin shayman. before he could spot where the goblin was hidden. A large ball of green energy came shooting at his position from somewhere off to his left. It smashed into the ceiling a few metres away from where he hung, sending chucks of rock falling onto the zombies below.

Snorri swung his head towards the source of the blast. Amongst the gnomish horde, he could clearly see one skull-topped staff waving in an outstretched hand. With a snarl, Snorri began to swing himself on his chain. building up momentum for the first two swings; on the third, he pulled his sword free and swung himself towards the shayman. The goblin yelled as he sailed through the air towards it, and before Snorri had come within feet, the goblin had disappeared with a crack. Snorri hissed as he impacted the ground hard. Springing back to his feet, he threw the sword into the chamber's ceiling once more and quickly pulled himself out of the zombies reach.

Before Snorri had reached the ceiling, another ball of green energy came sailing back towards him. The gnome swung himself violently out of the way of the ball of energy, only just managing to swing out of its way as it smashed into one of the chambers lighting crystals. Snorri scanned the horde. The shayman was once again standing atop the carved table. Snorri dove towards him. Once again, the goblin disappeared, but Tim Snorri was ready for it. Landing on the table surface and launching himself back up to the ceiling once again, sinking his sword into the smooth stone and allowing the magical chain to pull him up. He searched for any flickers of green. As his hand clasped his sword hilt, he spotted a crackle of green energy. This time, Snorri pulled the sword free and sent it sailing towards the shayman in a throw. As the goblin disappeared, Snorri swung the thirty feet or so of chain wildly towards the carved table.

The sword sailed and threw the air in a high arc, building speed and velocity as it tore towards the carved table. As Zarblac the shayman reappeared on top of the table, he had just enough time to let out a shocked shriek before the sword buried its blade deep into his head. Snorri is on the ground. Dozens of dead gnomish hands reached down and clenched his limbs. as the shayman's screams died away. The green fire within the zombie's eye socket has burned away. As each of the tiny green flowers flickered away, the zombies began to collapse. The hands grasping Snorri relaxed, and he was finally able to stand. He pulled his sword slowly back towards him through the carnage. As he gripped it tightly in his left hand, he let out a long breath. For now, at least it seemed the dead would stay dead.