Improv: ECL 2 Osiris Eloah Elf Wizard (Generalist) 2: Journal Entry 3

As we make our way toward the churches location, a disagreement over the safest path to follow causes our group to splinter. The rag tag Captains group decides to take the western street around the city block, while, those with more intelligence, decide that a more direct route through the neighborhood is a better choice. Far the well Captain if I never see you again, idiot.  The dispatching of a few undead in the park proves a simple affair due to the improvement of our combat prowess.  As we exit the park the man of the cloth notices a rather large group of the undead scourge making their way around the city block to where the other party was headed! Oh bother.  With no time to waste I send my most loyal familiar, Mortis, to locate the other group. He was able to convince them they made an error in judgment and their course will surly lead to disaster, or it may have been the sight of an impenetrable wall of zombies that told them they made a poor choice, the world may never know. As they followed Mortis back to where there was safety in numbers, the mob continued to pursue.  Giving the party a heads up we were able to dispatch the pursuers with little harm to the group, however; each battle drains our already sparse supplies. I often ponder if this has been their plan all along, weaken us to the point of exhaustion and then move in for the kill. If these creatures were even capable of conscious though, I highly doubt they would be brilliant enough to devise such a devious plan. They must be being controlled by someone or something, but whom? Curious, very curious. I must look into this further, when time permits of course. As the safe haven of the church comes into sight we notice a large number of dead, just dead corpses around the perimeter. Strangely they seem to be arranged in rows and covered by a thin white sheet. All with the same killing blow to their heads. Very strange indeed. Peering through the windows I notice a plethora of the undead monsters in the pews with what seems to be a knight of some sort holding mass with his followers. Do the gods know what truly goes on during Sunday service? I wonder. Nevertheless, we must devise a plan to stop him and his monstrous horse before it’s too late!