The tunnel was dead silent as the two forsaken, Justin Deadskin and Harold Life-Hatred, hid inside an alcove overlooking the entrance of the room. They had been pursued by a small group of humans wielding powerful divine magic for over few hours now and as they found themselves faced with a dead end they were left with little choice other than to either fight or be destroyed. "Oh, we are so dead." Harold said after a few minutes of waiting on their pursuers.

"Shut up." Justin sneered as he rechecked his engineer's pouch and took account all the ammunition he had stored.

"Don't tell me to shut up in my last moments of life." Harold whined just as the sound of footsteps resounded throughout the tunnel walls.

Two paladins entered the room first passing by the alcove where the two undead hid and stopping a little ahead just out of sight. From the quick glance, Justin could tell they were fairly strong judging from how easily they lifted the heavy mauls that they wielded as weapons and by the aura of bright light that shone off them at all times. They were then quickly followed in by two smaller and less armored warriors wielding broadswords and shields, but they too seemed to have some sort of light spell cast upon them as they lit up the tunnels as they moved.

Always with the light, Justin angrily mused to himself, shining like bright torches that seemed to radiate nothing but their pretentions. Just the same he readied his first shot and looked back to the not-so-eager Harold and dashed out from hiding.

"Vile minions of the Scourge! Today you fa-gack!" Screamed one of the paladins as Justin unleashed a torrent of electricity in a wide cone from his Electrical Blunderbuss. The sparks flew striking both walls and everything in-between, which would have been awesome had Justin been shooting at someone other than shadow-damned paladins. A magical shield suddenly sprang over the group resonating from one of the light wielder just as the electrical charge burst from the gun causing absolutely zero damage. Justin cursed aloud and drew his short sword as the shot finished down to a small fizzle.

"As I was saying Scourge," started the same paladin as he stood straight and brushed off his tabard depicting a red flame, "today you face the awesome power of- uck." He said as a crossbow bolt flew from the alcove where Harold still hid and struck the paladin in the side of the throat. The other paladin quickly turned and fired a burst of holy energy at his struck partner healing his wound just as it was made. "Get them!" The struck paladin ordered deciding not to give the Forsaken his usual speech.

"Run for your life!" Harold screamed in response, rushing past Justin while still toting the large bag of ingredients they had harvested that day. Justin looked between his fleeing comrade and the two angry paladins and threw the short sword at the closest human and followed suit, fleeing as fast as his undead legs could take him.

"I swear Harold if we live I'm killing you."

"Can't I'm already dead." Harold laughed manically.

"You are so stupid!" Justin shouted angrily just as a ray of light barely missed his head. He knew that his chance at fleeing was over as another ray was likely to strike him. "Yeah, you run you bastard!" Justin shouted back towards Harold as he disappeared into the darkness ahead leaving Justin alone to deal with their pursuers. He readied his gun and wheeled about. The four pursuers stopped as they faced the forsaken holding the blunderbuss in their direction and all took defensive stances, except one of the non-paladins who approached the undead with a wide grin. "You already fired your gun! There's no way you had time to reload it," he said raising his sword poised to strike Justin down. But instead, he found himself on the receiving end of the full force of the forsaken's electrical gun. The warrior went flying back convulsing as the electricity coursed through his body. One of the paladins threw up his magical shield on the man, but the bulk of the damage had already been done.

"It recharges you moron," Justin mocked speaking in the human tongue before darting off again leaving the humans behind to try and save their now sporadically jerking comrade. In truth the gun didn't recharge, instead each battery had enough power to fire twice, but they didn't need to know that.

Justin ran on, but it quickly became apparent that the perusing paladins had not relented as the light from their radiant armors still shone brightly behind him. He needed a new plan, and fast, but things were starting to seem hopeless. Why were these humans here? Don't they have enough things to do other than hunt two mostly innocent forsaken who were just collecting supplies? He pondered this as he came to one of the caves many cross ways and suddenly realized he had no idea where in the tunnels he currently was. He went right on impulse and found himself tripping down a steep descent twenty feet into a shallow underground stream.

Justin quickly stood checking his gear and inwardly sighed with relief as neither his gun nor its charges had gotten wet in the fall. The paladins both stood at the edge of the drop looking down into the stream him, obviously perturbed at the thought of following the forsaken with the electrical gun into the water. "Yeah, you two stay up there." Justin said quietly to himself quickly trudging through the shin high waters out of the paladin's views. It must be my lucky day, Justin mused to himself just as he realized that Harold was the one with the lantern. "Or not." He said, but he continued on anyway as he'd rather chance falling off into some chasm than to face the light wielders for another minute.

As he walked, he found himself following the stream upwards and he pondered the fate of his companion. If he'd gotten caught after making it a point to leave me behind then it's his fault that he dies, he considered before shaking his head. Justin found after deeper thought that he didn't actually want anything to happen to Harold. Perhaps because the mouthy sharpshooter had grown on him after all their adventures together, or maybe it was because he didn't want to have to become accustomed to yet another new partner within the already barely-functioning Crystal team. Yeah, that's the reason; he decided not wanting to have to admit even to himself that he liked the loud mouthed coward. Though when he considered it, he did like Harold better than the rest of the dolts he found himself working with in unlife. Isa was too full of hate for any good to come of her and her sister, Shia, was too far gone to be helped mentally. Dredge was… well nothing, Dredge seemed unconcerned with little other than the action that came with the job which didn't really make him a great conversation piece. Yes indeed it seemed he and Harold were the only two capable of any conversation that didn't revolve around killing something and if Harold was dead…well that would suck.

He walked on hugging the tunnel walls and prayed to no god in particular (as if they paid any mind to his kind) that this didn't lead to a dead end when he noticed that a faint light was forming up ahead. He stopped and eyed it with suspicion before asking aloud, "Where the hell am I?" He then remembered to reload his gun and glanced behind him, almost expecting to see Harold there, before cautiously moving forward with an anxious murmur; but as he neared the source he soon found it was the light from night sky and not more fanatical human's which caused him to almost cry out in joy. Almost. This nightmare is finally over, he thought to himself happily, or as close to it as he could be, as he moved more quickly towards the exit eager to be rid of this accursed place once and for all. When I get out I need to find Isa and the rest and we need to go find Harold wherever he's hiding because… because he has supplies that we need and it would be a shame to waste so many rare ingredients. His musings were suddenly interrupted when a bright flash sailed past his face and struck the water beside him shooting hot steam through the tunnel entrance. "Oh damn." He said aloud noticing that the paladins that had pursued him were now flanking the stream on its banks near the tunnel entrance, and to make matters worse they were accompanied by a man in long robes and burning hands.

"Lay down your gun Scourge and I will make your death a quick one," one of the paladins commanded walking towards him, maul at the ready.

"Yeah, no." Justin replied firing off his Blunderbuss in a cone that encompassed both the mage and the approaching Light wielder. The charge erupted catching both of them and, as expected, the paladin threw up his magical shield on himself while the other threw up a shield onto the mage. As the electrical sparks subsided the paladin dropped his shield and smiled cockily.

"Now what are you going to do? Wait for it to recharge?" The paladin taunted before rushing forward, his maul ready to crush the forsaken. But like the cocky warrior before him, he caught the full force of the second charge in the blunderbuss sprawling about on the ground jerking from the electricity.

"Idiot." Justin said making a mad dash past the felled opponent for the forest that surrounded them. He barely rolled out of another fireball's path when he hit the tree line running for his life, again. He had almost gotten completely out of sight when a large lumbering figure smashed him in the side of the head knocking him out with his last sight being two large tusks.

Rin had watched the humans with mostly curiosity up until the point that they had attacked the undead shaman. An undead shaman, who would have thought it? He thought with a chuckle but he did not question the wills of the elements. So when the arcanist began launching fireballs at his fleeing brethren, he did not hesitate to jump into action. Asking the spirits of water for their strength, they answered by forming large water elemental that would keep the paladin and mage busy long enough. Of course Rin had no time to explain who he was to the frightened shaman that was fleeing for his life so a quick jab to the head would have to suffice in giving him a chance to speak with the man.

"Strange staff," the troll said looking at the undead shaman's form as it fell limply to the ground.

"Demon friend of the Scourge," came a shout from the paladin who had apparently left the mage to deal with the elemental. He charged forward, maul in tow, ready to smash the troll.

"Oh ya' shouldnt 'ave followed me." Rin jeered lifting his staff towards the incoming paladin and praying to the spirits of the earth to lend him their strengths. They answered happily by forming a great hand made of earth near the paladin that then grabbed the charging foe and flung him into a nearby tree with the ease as someone would throw a small stone. The paladin barely had time to scream and he hit the tree with such force that Rin could hear something in the tree snap, or maybe that was something in the human. Regardless, the paladin did not move once he landed and Rin went back to the unconscious forsaken.

"Well, it seems we got a new friend," Rin said collecting the shaman's things and then retrieving the limp body. "Hope he likes trolls."

Nearby Harold looked on, his mouth agape. "Oh well he's dead." He said to himself at last but instead of running for his life all the way back to the Undecity he instead found himself following the troll that had his team member hostage. "I guess I'm dead, too." Harold said loading a poisoned bolt into his crossbow.