Selren, the Arcanite Archer
He could only see fault in the logic of Darkeye and Aguma, cutting themselves off from those they employed to assist them. But, in hindsight, the great Lord of the Shaodw had never told them protection was part oft heir work. If anyone here was capable of defending themselves in these terrible Isles, it was them, and most likely the lich.
Selren did as he was told when the statue blocked the passage, turning on his heel and breaking into a mad sprint as shadows began to dance along the palms of the shadow mercenary, leaping forth and turning into shadow men. Each step made him feel dizzy, rushed, terrified beyond rational explanation. The world span, and he felt as if the manor were being turned on its side and that he would spill through the glass.
It wasn't. But, spilling through the numerous windows lining the hallway were more and more ghouls. While on the run Selren notched his long oak bow with minor runic enchantments and aimed fr the closest ghoul. The arrow took fight, taking the beast in its eye socket before it could leap from the window sill it was perched on. The arrow managed to knock its target back outside, and immediately the creature was back up and howling like a frenzied demon.
It was back in the window, several feet behind Selren who had fired on another 2 ghouls. They fell, only to get right back up. "If anyone has any suggestions, I'm all ears!" Selren skid to a stop as the doors to the garden flew open. A pair of blood ghouls dropped to all fours, growled something in their undead tongues and charged on all fours like wild animals.
"Any takers?" Selren joked, very, very half-heartedly. "Didn't think so." The roughian notched two archers which quickly tripled to six because of his arcane ability with the bow. The two physical arrows soared forward, one striking a ghoul in the chest, and the other ghoul dodged by leaping on the wall and crawling like a spider. The arcane arrows whistled through the air leaving trails of what looked like purple dust; they bobbed and weaved like leaves in the wind, before all fur found their targets. The wall crawler was pinned to the wall by its neck and left hand.
Still more ghouls broke through the window, entering into mad frenzies for flesh and blood. Most were behind them, screaming, licking their rotten lips with snakish tongues. "Hurry! These Isles aren't gonna be my grave!"