After what seems like forever, we finally have a watertight
plan in place. Create a distraction to get the doomed paladin and his monstrous
horse outside along with what looks like hundreds of the shambling undead. Then
proceed to pick them off one by one. What could possibly go wrong? Once again
the holy man pulled more then his weight. Destroying the undead scourge in
droves with only the faith of his god. And who could forget Kona, sneaking in
to retrieve a magical ram hammer to aid us in battle and felling that wicked
steed in one fell strike. The bards will surly sing his name in taverns near
and far for years to come. And Strongblade, such a very versatile warrior. Able
to swing a blade with relative ease and still cast a spell without the use of a
spellbook. Simply amazing! I must look into this when I have more time. Not to
be overshadowed, Trebuchet good old Mr. reliable. Even with one arm still a
force to be reckoned with. Not to blow my own trumpet, but who wouldn't want a spell caster who is capable of casting the
right spell for any situation on their team? One by one the abominations were
turned to dust never to rise again by the cleric. With Kona putting a swift end
to horse, that only left a handful of undead and that dammed paladin. With the
cleric out of divine turning for the moment, what could we do to buy us some
time so we could focus our collective strength against the paladin? Never fear,
when Mortis is near! Using my summoned mount as a magnanimous sacrifice, I was able
to give Zhangri'if just enough time to land the final blow against the paladin,
ensuing he will never rise again. After barricading ourselves in the church for
the night to get some much needed rest. I overheard Kona and Zhangri'if apparently
talking about a wound Kona obtained while fighting a rat swarm a day or so
before. After relaying this unfortunate news to the rest of the group, it
becomes apparent we only have one choice, to cut the infection out of Kona.
With a grim determination, Kona puts his fate in the hands of the cleric. After
what we pray is a successful operation, we leave the elf in a meditative state on
the pew and mop up the rest of the zombie horde. Before we make our next move I
have a nagging feeling we may not be along in this church. The cleric pointed
out that the church side door was open and then closed on it's own! Curious,
very curious. I must look into this as we prepare to explore the mysteries of
this fallen church.
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