Dex Save: 7.
(No danger sense, because I assume the darkness would prevent him from reacting properly)

Initiative: 11. 

Since Chiro already rolled a death save, I'll take my turn.

Leras looks around and quickly spots the zombies. He shouts to Jack "Can you hold back the zombies? I'm going to help him, I feel like we may need all the help we can get here." Leras runs to Chiro and casts Spare the Dying, stabalizing him.

Jack only just barely caught himself and finally took a more vested interest in studying his surroundings for once. Although his gaze lingered on the carriage for a bit, the clank of armor and groans swiftly drew attention back to the immediate area. "Well, well, well, WELL! Can't say I expect my next chapter to include suddenly being whisked away by bloody fog, but stories are more interesting--" He sweeps his double-bladed scimitar about with a flourish, ending the display with it held parallel to his side as he took on a lower stance. 

"Everyone enjoys a good twist!" He glances over to Leras. "And don't worry. I always save the best for last." He exclaimed. That's when his hair suddenly explodes with life and light, lengthening at least by a few inches as a it faintly began shifting and radiating a kaleidoscope of colors! In a flash of light, a translucent version of himself toned the same color as the light radiating from him appears between the undead, and seems to mirror in attacking the zombie on the left. Except once ITS scimitar struck the zombie, it exploding violently as a raw pulse of power, slamming into both dead heads.

Bonus Action: Wild Passion Ignite(Rage), unleashing 3(3)...Dopplebanger, having the spirit(reflavored) appear at M-7!

Movement:  To K-7. 

Action: Attack w/ Reckless Double-Blade Scimitar, targeted Z1.
Main Blade - To Hit: 23 For: 11 non-magical slashing to Chiros. 

At the end of the turn, spirit explodes. Z1 needs to make a Dex Save 11 or take 6 Force damage. 

Initiative Order: Chiro, Leras, Jack, z2, z

Chiro's mind begins to fade, and in the fleeting moments of his fading life, he looks with his minds eye for the paradisal afterlife promised to all those who were Corellons' children, but all he saw around him was fog, no matter where his minds eye wandered, the fog never ceased, and always seemed to guide him back. The world was grey, colorless, bleak... terrifying. His spirit felt trapped, with no hope of escape... tendrils of terror began to creep into his subconscious thoughts, he felt a presence closing in on him, and then it vanished. Magical energy washing over his body, and the entity seemed enraged but was forced back, as Chiro's body was stabilized, his spirit settled back in his body.

His wounds closed enough that he wouldn't simply bleed out and die... again. However, he was still at deaths door. His body still unconscious, and would be for at-least another... 2 hours unless healed properly.

Jack wastes no time, and slashes down at the undead thing, easily piercing its rusted armor, the creature, feeling no pain - merely groans out. Though whatever is left of its bodily fluids begins pooling on the ground, and into the otherwise-pristine water, just before the doppelganger explodes, dealing even more damage to the unnatural thing, though it remains still quite alive.

Z2, having been un-harassed thus far begins standing, and fails to notice Chiro thanks to his overall immobility, as well as Jack making himself quite visible. The creature runs at him awkwardly, it was wearing some sigil that Jack didn't recognize that represented whatever army it had been part of before. z2's attack misses by a wide margin, but is soon followed by z1. who lands a heady hit, directly to Jack's gut for (6 damage).

First round over, new round starting. Also that's the one thing I hate about pbp... the manipulated dice roll BS. One attack was a 6 to hit, and the other was a 22 to hit, with 6 damage. 

Attack: 13 Damage: 13      Leras stays where he is and throws an eldritch blast at zombie 2. 

(OOC: I assume that's 6 damage before resistance is calculated, so only took off 3 for now. If I'm mistaken or the damage is not bludgeoning/slashing/piercing, then I'll take off the other 3.)

Jack grimaced and staggered half a step, but within moments he's back to grinning and laughing as the blades are whirled about as he fell into another stance. "Good shot, buddy! I actually felt that one. But gonna have to liven up those steps if you really want to dance with me!" He brags as he continues to whirl about the battlefield taking as much advantage of the ungainliness of the undead at great risk of leaving himself open to attack to start carving into the more exposred portions of their beings.

Action: Attack w/ Reckless Double-Blade Scimitar, targeted Z1.
Main Blade - To Hit: 12 For: 10 non-magical slashing to Chiros. 

Bonus Action: Attack with Back End of Double Blade Scimitar, targeting Z1 if still standing, or Z2 if not.
Main Blade - To Hit: 12 For: 9 non-magical slashing to Chiros. 

Chiros is carved into the afterlife by Jack.

A bolt of eldritch energy sinks deep into the rotted flesh of the zombie, sending it ragdolling back into the water, just barely missing Jack as it flew by.. a bit more buoyant than it was before. Slowly floating down with the streams current. Its 'brother' following soon after when Jack cleanly severs its neck from its head. The creature staggering for a moment before the body simply crumpled to the ground in a heap of rusted metal, and rotted flesh that began to stink something foul. Or perhaps it had always been that bad and you only just noticed it now? Regardless, a quick scan reveals no more threats, leaving the three of you in silence once more.

Combat is over. Awaiting something to respond to, or adjudicate. Little has changed that I haven't already described, the carriage is obviously a little farther on the path but not by a significant amount.

"Well then... you're pretty good at this. Whats your name? I'm Leras. Sorry about the fight earlier, I thought my group was an adventuring  group, they started killing, and y'all got there and I needed to fight for my life." Leras sits down next to Chiro's sleeping body. Do you know him? We should probably wait for him to wake up before we go anywhere, but I'd like to know if I should be on my guard before he wakes up. If Jack agrees, Leras is ready to take a short rest here so Chiro wakes up.

Jack's "Ah HAH!" transforms mid-word into a groan of disgust the moment the scent hit him, killing much of the excitement that had thus far overtaken him. Without missing a beat, he'd try his best to roll the body over using the flat end of his weapon as a spatula. Things don't go too great, what with needing to dodge the sharp end a few time in the process. Thus he's force to dirty his shoes at that to get it the rest of the way in.

All in all, the whole effort distracts him plenty enough, as he's turned back to Leras looking confused over his very existence for a good few seconds before an epiphany appears to strike him. "Right, right, right, right. Got roped in with the wrong crowd, huh? I see how it is. Been down that road a couple times myself, if I had to be honest. Probably should'a tried better to cut and run though, 'cause you just 'bout was gonna be... well-..." He makes poking motions with his blade. "Run through yourself by yours truly." He then sly grins. "Still might.... Kidding! Kidding! Or maybe not?" Jack chuckles a bit.

"Names Jack. Jack Vicvan. Or Spring Jack to me mates! Not a very Elven name, I know, but we all have our stories. Sadly, a far more interesting story is about to lose itself in that dark city-..." He gestures back to the carriage. "So, no time to wait! Buuuuut, I'm still in a pretty good mood, and... I may still want to dance with you later. So!" By the time he stopped speaking the last line, Jack had mostly and quite quickly closed the distance to try and snatch Chiro up bodily and throw him onto a shoulder. "Let me relieve the burden, eh? And who knows! If we catch up we might even be able to score some help. So c'mon!" With that, unless again Leras had opted to stop him in the first place, Jack would set off into a jog (or a full on sprint, if needed) to try and catch up to the wagon.

Waiting to see what Tarmo does.

Leras jogs off with Jack to catch the wagon. "My name is Leras, by the way. Its nice to meet a good fighter like you. I don't know where we are, but I think a good fighter is the person to be around right now."

(Chiro flops limply on Jack’s shoulder)

Chiro is sack-hauled by Jack once Jack picks him up but forgot about the river directly in front of him, initially shallow it began to sink deeper as he approached the center, forcing him to then swim with one arm, and his legs.  meanwhile the river slowly drags Jack and Leras westward.. not that that's a bad thing ,as that's the direction the carriage was heading anyway, but by the time the trio made it across the river, anything in their possession that was made of paper, or fabrics was soaking wet, unless they had done something to prevent that from happening. Luckily, it had been summer when the group was pulled here and the night air was slightly warm even at night.

Once out of the river, the pair ran, like moths to a flame, seeking the barely visible lanterns that rocked back and forth with the movement of the carriage's casual pace, and the moon was bright, even if it's light was dulled by the realm to a mute white. It took roughly half an hour for the group to catch up, crossing the mostly clear field, though it was obvious that the tree's that used to be here, were likely cut down to supply the wood for the town that was closer than before, perhaps another ten minutes from where they caught up with the carriage.

As you all approach, the carriage stops before you can even say anything in greeting. The driver simply sitting there , and laying down the bridle straps as he began to relax, though his eyes were on the trio. The carriage door groaning in agony, as the door opens, revealing an young woman, wearing a headband  lopsidedly, her robes brightly colored with splashes of yellow, orange, and blue. She seems entirely unsurprised to see either of you here, or that Chiro was slumped over the shoulder of one of you.

Down to the moment. she said, with no further explanation. If Eva is to be believed, you were all brought here by the hand of fate. Guided by circumstance to this realm. I am Esmerelda, of the Vistani. We are travelers and nomads, You may have heard of us before, though.. perhaps not. ..... I can see by your expressions that you are not entirely sure what I am saying. Know only that your arrival was expected. I am only here to be a lighthouse to the ships lost at sea, I can neither force you to listen, nor can I save you from your own folly if you choose to stray from the hand fate has dealt you.

Know only that if you wish to learn of your fates, that Madam Eva can guide you to your destiny. You can, choose to ignore my words, if you wish. in the end, you can lead a horse to water but you cannot make it drink.. But if these horses find themselves thirsty, follow along this river until you reach the Tser pool, her camp is there, and she is waiting.... for now.

That is all I was bid to tell you, and all I shall. Perhaps you... will fare better... she says ominously, before closing the door, and the wagon beginning to move again down the road at the same pace.

Will you follow the carriage, discover the secrets of the shadowed town, or.. something else entirely?

"... what are you thinking? I say sit for an hour and get this guy back on his feet then make introductions and go check out this Madam Eva. I believe in fate, and if they know why we're here or where we are, I'd like to hear it."

(Chiro, still unconscious, expresses no opinion on the matter.)

Waiting on mehmens post before adjudicating .. if any adjudication is needed.

Having not so much as forgotten as he had simply hadn't cared to think ahead, the fate of Jack and his possession are as good as sealed once the river got deep enough. Although that said, the man had been fortunately blessed with plenty of "friends" and associates who in the past made sure the bare essentials of his possession at least wouldn't be destroyed by the Eladrin's carelessness.

At least... not without truly going out of his way to make sure they did! Regardless, Jack soon enough found himself pleasantly surprised when the carriage stopped of its own accord, but cleared his throat and straightened out his stance as if preparing for some over the top greeting. Except the moment is stolen for him. First by the sight of the colorful woman's attire. And then again in her words. Which while ominous in tone, left the eladrin in the end with his head cocked to the side in confusion more than concerned.

But soon after he's shaking his head in dismissal of the whole thing, and instead glancing down to regarding Leras. "Ah yes! We should totally just sit here beside the road but several so feet away from the river with its undead problem! Genius." Jack said sarcastically with a smarmy look about him. He then chuckle. "Nevermind what other ghoulish or ghastly or even simply beastial things that might yet prowl these clearly not so safe lands! Ahhh~.... But no. I think waiting is definitely off the table my friend. I might not be the wisest or smartest Eladrin out there, but ... yea, no. Definitely walking now."

At that, unless Leras chose to physically stop him or step into his path, Jack began following the river, and by happenstance until their paths diverged, the carriage until he spotted the camp. "And who knows~ Maybe this 'fated' encounter will lead to us discovering that not only this Madam Eva is a competent healer, but also... a Seamstress! Wouldn't that be grand? All three of us are certainly due for some dry clothing, wouldn't you say?" He called back over his shoulder; the opposite one to its currently occupied counterpart. 

Whether or not Leras follows, Jack himself gets up, seemingly intent on following the carriage at it's casual (though still fast compared to the average jog) pace. Chiro finds himself lumped over the elvish barbarian's shoulder, still in dreamland. The clouds in the sky shift slowly, and in some way feel as though they are in one of those magical trinkets known as a snow-globe. Toys for spoiled noble children, though always visible in shops to goad the less fortunate into toiling to get it for their child. The road is well-worn as Jack (and maybe Leras) walk down it. periodically, the wind picks up, shifting the tree's that slowly begin to surround the party, the whistling dirge that follows sending fearful shivers down the spines of those who's spirit is low.

All the while the party can't help but feel as though they have been watched from something perpetually out of view (And impossible to spot) though the carriage and these 'vistani' seem not to mind it... assuming they notice it at all themselves. Somewhere along the line, Chiro wakes up, his body sore from recent cuts. His arms feeling crusted over from dried blood. It hurt to move, and his first vision was of the ground 'shifting' up and down, someone's ass who he didn't recognize, and the soft, perpetual grinding of feet on dirt and the occasional rock. (DC 10 con save or vomit)

Once either his belly had emptied, or he'd managed to hold it in... he would notice that he was surrounded by darkness... nighttime. The memories of his 'dream' .. or was that reality? flood back into his mind, fresh as the moment they happened..

Con save to not vomit: 9

Chiro groans.  "What is going on?  Who are you and what do you want with me?  Am I your prisoner?  ...Am I...dead?"