The Walking Dammed: ECL 5, Osiris Eloah, Elf Wizard, (Generalist) 5: Journal Entry 9

After yet another grueling night of night it was finally good to get some much needed rest. Battle after battle is quite draining for an arcane caster such as myself, which is why I admire Strongblade the Warmage. His Stamina in the Arcane Arts is something to behold, I must inquire how he is able to do this. Nevertheless, I must remain diligent and do my part if I am to survive. The next morning I awoke to find, the Man of The Cloth, Zhangri’if, summoning his familiar for the first time. What a day that is, obtaining a companion that will be there for you thru thick and thin, glorious. However, since this ritual takes hours to complete, me and the Archer decided to do some exploring while Strongblade stood guard. It did not take long for the sounds of battle to ring out   from down the hall were a gnome and centaur was doing battle with a trio of city guards. The gnome, who looked a little worse for wear, was saved by some magnificent work from the Darkshelm. Soon after, with our new companions, we continued on thru the murk until we came upon a truly grotesque abomination, an undead centaur! My keen elven eyes were able to discern a hint of “reluctance” from the Centaur Nmene. I'm positive; the undead Centaur was a close relative, most likely his father. The sight must have been truly overwhelming, a son facing his father in battle. Using my arcane might I was able to gain control of the beast. However, I feel my well laid plans my have fallen on deaf ears. After regrouping with the rest of the original party, we did battle with the abomination, along with yet another trio of city guards, and came out victorious. Still I can’t help but feel a little remorse for the young Centaur; it can’t be easy to lose a loved one to this undead plague. I can only hope and pray that I’m not next. I must find a solution to this curse, and fast!