The new wave of necrotic power washes over them, and Xeshant's spellcasting wavers, sputters... fails. Onwym's face turns deathly pale, and his breath stops. This is the end, the instructor thinks, his mind curiously detached from the horror in front of his eyes.
Then Gerard and Nathaniel, in a supreme effort, manage to put an end to the source of all that evil, the murderous undead. The crabs continue to stir, but don't seem to move yet.
"Onwym! He's dying... And Tarquin isn't that much better...", the samsaran pants, the blood drained from his face, his blue lips nearly transparent. "Can you do something?" He steps forward, picks up the wand where Tarquin's limp hand let it fall, presents it to Nathaniel.
SpoilerOnwym has 2 rounds to live.
Spoiler: stats - XeshanthXeshanth
Samsaran Instructor Wizard (elemental void) 1 LG
HP 3 / 8
Speed ft Init 5
AC 10 Fort 1 Ref 0 Will 4
CMB -1 BAB 0
Dagger -1 (1d4-1, 19/x2)
Str 9 (-1) Dex 10 (0) Con 12 (1) Wis 14 (2) Int 20 (5) Cha 12 (1)
Spoiler: stats - OnwymOnwym Viltashel
Elf Commoner (apprentice) 1 CG
HP -8 / 6 (stable) Speed ft Init 1
AC 11 Fort 0 Ref 1 Will -1
CMB -1 BAB 0
Shortbow +1 (1d6, 20/x3)
Dagger -1 (1d4-1, 19/x2)
Str 9 (-1) Dex 13 (1) Con 10 (0) Wis 8 (-1) Int 15 (2) Cha 10 (0)