Death, everywhere I turn.
Death and even more, undeath. The safety of the barracks proved, incorrect. The
party was able to make short work of the
few straggling zombies we came across but I think it may never end. Fighting
the undead is one thing but fighting other living beings, ridiculous! We lost
two of our party today, the mighty Trebuchet, who fell on the front line while protecting
us all and Kona, the Shield Elf, who gave his life so that others may live. I
know that I will take his passing the hardest since it was he who first
rendered help to me when I entered this now cursed city, for I landed the final
blow to force an undead Kona back into a sleep that he will not soon rise from
again. Both, whom I consider friends, struck down by living, breathing people.
Why are we not fighting this undead curse together? Why? The first time in my
life I don't have an answer but I know this, they will be avenged! After dispatching of the enemy, I made sure
they would not rise prematurely, a dagger to the head will often do that. After
my handy work I found a werebear shackled to the wall. After a brief discussion
I decided to free him since I felt his strength will prove invaluable. As he
searched for his belongs, Murag, disturbed an undead rat swarm that took the entire
party to defeat. I pray those are few and far between and we are getting close
to a resting point for I carry the weight of a city in need, and I never disappoint!
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