Round 3

As the skeletal warriors press closer, their hollow eyes aglow with an otherworldly energy, Jeane's Abyssal chant ripples through the stone, revealing the dark magic that binds them to their necromancer master. The air thickens with malevolent intent, and Varrika's stance becomes more resolute, her heavy mace at the ready. Halie steps closer to Merrin, her mace a reassuring presence, while Seraphine's eyes narrow in scrutiny, her fingers tracing the edge of her grimoire.

Jeane's gaze sweeps the group, her crimson eyes burning with a fierce determination. "A necromancer controlling them all... that complicates matters considerably." Her voice is laced with a hint of warning, and Merrin nods in agreement, his crossbow at the ready. "We need more information before we can act effectively against this." Seraphine's expression turns grave, her dark hair framing her face like a shroud.

The skeletons' movements become more purposeful, their joints creaking with an unnatural stiffness, and Varrika's grip on her mace tightens. "A necromancer puppetmaster, eh?" she growls, her voice low and deadly. "We stick together, we stay mobile, and we watch each other's backs." Her eyes meet Halie's, and the cleric nods, her holy symbol a beacon of light against the gathering darkness. The group's formation becomes more fluid, their movements a testament to their growing understanding of the threat they face.