Improv: ECL 3 Riff Strongblade Human Warmage 3: Entry 4

Non stop death... pain... and fear.
Even the church and its supposed holy ground could not offer us any respite from the plague of zombies and evil that have taken this city by storm.
We went in search of a paladin hoping for his strength and power to aid us.  Instead we found that he had been turned into some kind of undead abomination that had blasphemed the way of good and now desecrated what he once considered the path of light.
Along with his undead horse and a completely full church of zombies we had to fight for what we believed was right.  If it wasn't for the power that the cleric is capable of channeling from his pure faith we would have all been lost.  What did we really risk our lives for?  Apparently some kind of holy relic stored within the church.  A weapon of  great power.  While it did prove quite useful in the battle against the despot and his horse (mostly by luck), no one in our group really wants to be responsible for handling the weapon in combat.  The most likely person would be the orc, except that he now only has one arm and we have yet to find the power that can restore it.  After that would be me, but I know I cannot wield it with the proper poise and strength the weapon deserves.  So it falls to the cleric; while not mainly a fighter, he is a good choice because of his connection to the higher powers and the hammer is a holy weapon.
Now we prepare for "surgery" having found the same kind of corruption within the flesh of the elf that the orc had on his now missing arm.
While we continue to grow in power we also continue to lose parts of ourselves and I fear that none of us will make it out of here whole.
While I believe the power of the cleric can continue to see us through some very difficult places, I hope we find a way to see through the darkness and fight despair.  I hope none of us gives in to the bleak existence and evil that surrounds us.  We must persevere.