After an interminable amount of time discussing and plotting our assault on the infested and desecrated church, our attack began. Waves of zombies slogging toward us with clouded, unseeing eyes and twisted, tortured faces. I became a reaping force against the unholy creatures...a furious transcendent conduit channeling the holy rage and and might of the Seldarine. They fell before me. Piles of rotted putrid flesh, matted hair and shattered bloody bone. Destroyed. An almost unrecognizable mass of death and human remains piled haphazardly where they fell.
The "Paladin" had been perverted into a vile being of evil - terrifying in his unholy might and vigor. Screaming profane and perverse pronouncements against the Seldarine, it was a sickening spectacle to behold. As the last of my holy might waned, he pursued me...screaming my name from it's memory of life as it pursued me...it terrified and angered me. The Orc, Trebuchet, surprised me anew by grappling the creature with his one remaining arm, so that I was able to eventually destroy the Paladin with the magical ram hammer liberated from the church alter by the elf Kona.
It was an outcome very much in doubt up until the last moment. We are resting safely in the church, but something nagging is left here...and it's not just the stench of rotting corpses.
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