Live Once, Die Twice 1

Live Once, Die Twice 1 is an encounter in Orange Eyes.
==Enemies==
*Orc Zombie (1235 Gold, 152 XP, 95 Energy, 7 HP Normal)
*Orc Necromancer (1235 Gold, 152 XP, 95 Energy, 7 HP Normal)
==Transcript==
===Introduction===
Arcane projectiles fly from the tip of your sword, translucent slivers of incandescence -- as though the steel itself has parted, paper-thin shavings flung free to seek new berths elsewhere. They cut through green flesh like knives.
Those orcs spared by the projectiles only live a few seconds longer. Tessa's arrows pick up where the magic left off, supplementing its slaughter and decorating her victims with multicolored fletches.
Hugh and Rakshara are fighting with similar symbiosis nearby. He's blundering through a group of orcs, swinging a length of purple flame -- his cleaver shrouded in eldritch fire that lends both beauty and searing wounds to its weighty chops. Her more precise strikes pick off those who survive his enthusiastic onslaught.
Some of the Nords cast approving looks at the Titaran. His unique brand of berserking must appeal to them.
"Witchcraft!" a man's voice cries. "Witchcraft!"
You look round, wondering whether he's directing the word at any of your companions. But it isn't your magic that's elicited it.
He's backing away from a cloud of black mist that drifts over a nearby rise, rolling onward and outward -- blanketing the snow in darkness. It surges to knee height, extends tendrils from its billowing ebon mass like probing fingers. They creep across the bloody whiteness and... And the corpses.
Blackness pools around your legs, drifting against your boots and breeches. In spite of the Nords' Oaths and curses, it does you no harm. It isn't meant for you. It's meant for the dead...
A shape rises up beside you, emerging through a bulge of thick, dark mist.
===Conclusion===
"She's getting away!" Hugh yells.
Undead orcs grab his arms and neck, trying to drag him to the ground. But he still has the presence of mind to point.
An orc woman, wearing black robes adorned with pieces of shining white bone, is slipping back over the rise.
"Don't concern yourself with us!" Brachus shouts, when you take a step towards them. "Slay her!"
He emphasizes his point by bursting into flame, shrouding their shared body in an aura of blazing crimson fire that conceals every inch of face and clothing -- and immolates the zombies clinging onto it.
Your other companions and the Nords are dealing with the last undead. So you run towards the place where the necromancer disappeared.
Category:Orange Eyes