Jirel will stalk forward to stand beside Jasun. She'll grunt, slightly impressed with his foreign magic. The goliath will brandish her greataxe, waiting to witness the power of the rest of the crew.

Rose panics at the sight of the zombie heading straight for her, immobilized just long enough for it to get a decent knick on her. "G-Go away!" She shouts out, her words laced with magical properties!

Mind Sliver on Zombie 3. Target must make an DC13 Int save or take 3 psychic damage. If it fails, the target also subtracts 1d4 the first time it makes a saving throw before the end of my next turn.

(Shoot, spell is Mind Sliver)

Zombies are real smart, gang: 15

Jirel(15),Jasun(14),Zombie2(14)(22),Zombie3(10)(16),Seraphina(9),Zaf(8),Rose(7)

With a song in his heart, and a pep to his step, Zaf digs out a few pebbles from some side pouch already glowing with faint purple.  "Back to sleep our frosty covered friends. Your time is done now." He stated, whipping a stone forward towards the end of the sentence on a crash course for Zombie Skull. Maybe?

Bonus Action: Cast Magic Stone.

Action: Stone Fling - Attack: 14 Damage: 8 of magical bludgeoning to Zombie(2).

Sera's eyes linger on the fallen zombie for a moment, considering...but no, better to save her blood for the woods. She instead slashes forward with her frosty glaive at Zombie3.

Attack: 6 Damage: 13

...**** you, dicebot

Jirel(15),Jasun(14),Zombie2(14)(22),Zombie3(10)(16),Seraphina(9),Zaf(8),Rose(7)

One of those hit.

Jirel(15),Jasun(14),Zombie2(14)(14),Zombie3(10)(16),Seraphina(9),Zaf(8),Rose(7)

“After you, my powerful new friend.” Like holding open a door politely, Jasun offered Jirel first swing.

A brow would raise in intrigue from Rose's words having such an effect on the Zombies. She'd nod, appreciating Zef's elegance that had a bit of a bite. Jirel was disappointed to see the glaive warrior's triumphant swing, miss. The goliath will roll her shoulders, crack her neck and dig her feet into the ground. She'll kick off, charging Zombie 3.

Attack: 13 Damage: 14

When Jirel was out of the way, Jasun would conjure up another ball of inky Darkness from Beyond and throw at zombie3, attempting to finish it off.

Eldritch Blast Attack: 20 Damage: 4

Jirel(15),Jasun(14),Zombie2(14)(14),Zombie3(10)(16),Seraphina(9),Zaf(8),Rose(7)

Jirel delivers a big hit on Zombie 3 and Jasun finishes it off!

Jirel(15),Jasun(14),Zombie2(14)(14),Seraphina(9),Zaf(8),Rose(7)

Zombie 2 attacks Jirel!

Attack: 19 Damage: 5

Sera sees if she can finish Zombie2 off and redeem herself from that freaking 1.

Attack: 18 Damage: 10

"Now it is time for you as well. Though I know not if you are but a shell, if you are not, let a son of Lady Butterfly end this nightmare for you." He requested while winding up for another shot until the last words prompted him loosing the stone.

Action: Stone Fling - Attack: 14 Damage: 5 of magical bludgeoning to Zombie(2).

The remaining zombie is defeated by Zaf's stone. All is silent once more at the massacre site, with three more corpses joining the fallen. 

Jasun relaxes a bit as the commotion dies down. "Well!" he says to everyone, dusting himself off. "Nothing like a little zombie killing to get the heart pumping on a cold day - wouldn't you agree?"

Sera wipes zombie blood off her glaive. "Let's find our lost lamb before she ends up like them," the white-haired woman suggests.

"MMmm." Jasun daydreams. "Lamb."

Jirel will growl in response to the Zombie hit just before Sera and Zaf strike it down. She agreed with Jasun on both accounts, and Sera. The Goliath will go retrieve her thrown axes before moving on. 

"With the exception of the time you were swinging at the cloud over there.." Jasun gently teased Sera, pointing to a far off cloud in the distance with a wink, "I say we handled that fairly well, don't you?"

Zaf nods in agreement even if the words weren't quite directed him. Then in a moment of inspiration, the outer robe is at least discarded, so that great wings can spread wide. "Apologies. But, this one will be a few moments.  Continue to search for a ground. There should be trail perhaps even that-..." He gestures over to the carriage trail leading deeper, assuming it was not the same one as the fallen carriage. "Might yet be the same one they took the bandits took."

He races a few steps, and in one final powerful leap, the Owlackocra is up in the air, spring board off tree branches as necessary, and weaving through others as necessary to get some thirty feet above the canopy to examine the area. Movement elsewhere had been the main goal of the look about in earnest. But if he might garner further insight into where the trail might lead, that especially becomes a focus for the aarakocra.

Perception:13.