Rally Cry Increase the stats of nearby surrounding minions by (1) Grade for 90 seconds. Cooldown resets when a minion dies, however Rally Cry doesn’t stack. 30 Minute Cooldown.

The Orc Boss roars a challenge, and the sound is almost twice as hefty as the aspiring (now dead) Orc hunter and carries with it a tinge of mana infused ferocity. The Big Boss is ready. But The undead skeleton warrior? Well…

For Greg, this is his third death. The first time was an accident. The second time he didn’t know what he was doing, but the third time…

He remembers charging in, being brave with a sword raised and wind whipping over his skull. He remembers casting Rally Cry. He remembers getting faster. He remembers getting skewered by a 2x4, which doesn’t make sense, but that’s the only way his mind can explain it. The force of something wide and heavy, cracking his ribcage and exploding out his spine, instantly turning off thought and reason.

And when reason disappeared there was only the void. Empty and cold. Greg’s mind only dwelt there briefly the two times he’s died, but this time, with the void stretching out before him… this time the void is there and something smiles in it. At that point, Greg realizes that this isn’t some game, that this world isn’t just letting him come back over and over again. That death only has to stick a little longer…

So, Greg runs. Which is a good idea for Greg, but not for Matt, who upon seeing skeleton revive momentarily, forgets that that his undead friend isn’t a minion under his influence, but has thoughts and feelings of his own. So, instead of waiting, literally 60 seconds, he decides to charge up a Level 3 Acid Arrow.

“AW FUCK!” screams the skeleton as he dives out of the way. The giant emerald arrow whizzes over the skelly and misses the Orc Boss by several inches. The giant Orc smiles, as the puny human magician is too pathetic to hit him. He starts to laugh in a haughty taunt before he’s interrupted by a shrill scream.

Orc Scout has taken Critical Acid Damage.

Orc Scout is in agonizing pain!

Orc Scout's face is melting.

Orc Scout’s screams are filling his lungs with Acid.

Orc Scout has been slain.

Party has received 275 EXP

Matt the Necromancer has Leveled Up.

The Orc Boss watches as his Scout falls to the ground, the acid chewing through the meaty flesh and revealing the white bone underneath. The grizzly sight, with acid mixing in with blood and ichor from the melted eyes and brain matter turned to slush, makes the gathered orcs’ stomachs churn. But as the body lays twitching and very much dead, the Orcs simply grunt, because there is a human here. And they only need to find him.