Miklos sniffed the decay on the air. He wasn’t comfortable at all. “Stefan, do you mind if I stay by you? this place is chilling me to the bone!” Undead, from his experience didn’t succumb to sleep spells, lucky he had memorized the web spells. Assuming they were corporeal…He tried to pierce the gloom with his gaze and listen for noises that were not his companions.
“No, I don’t mind if you stay near me,” Stephan said to Miklos as he hefted his sword and shield but made no advance. “But I may just be keeping back or fleeing. This is not my sort of foe!”
Stephan shook his head to rid the stench of death from his nostrils. Yet the ungodly scent remained; permeating the fog and clinging to their clothing.
Hasan watched Maruc approach the foreboding trio, dumbfounded. He feared no dead man, but these apparitions made him shake with nerves. “They have seen more winters than I,” he breathed to Ludo, as he drew the light, straight blade Saeth Taegu gave him when she left the company. He watched the cleric ministrations, and prepared to charge, with the honor of all who had fallen propelling him into this fight.
The stilty beings that confronted them had no sense of fear like the humanoids Stephan normally met. These were the undead–beyond human concept. Immune to the usual psychology of battle. Stephan bided his time, shield and sword ready, and waited–hoping–that Maruc would turn the unnatural creatures away.
Ludo took a step back in shock, the sight before him was frightening, he drew his sword and prepared for combat. As Maruc advanced, Ludo prayed as well that these creatures would be banished.
From the rear of the party, Feldard had difficulty making out what manner of foe they approached, but he frowned at how nervous the rest of his companions seemed. It was the smell of death and decomposition that he eventually he recognized. The priests words, spoken so forcibly and with such conviction that one would think the sound would carry for miles by sheer force of will, seemed to almost be swallowed up by the mist
Feldard took a few steps forward, ready to take over should the priests prayer have no affect.
Maruc swiftly pulled the holy symbol from under his sodden cloak. Shaking the dew from his hair, he stayed his friends and advanced on the creatures showing no fear. “Rest or flee creatures from beyond the grave! One who has the favour of Halav Incarnate stands before you and your dark souls are in peril!”
With his other hand he drew his mage-wrought mace ready for combat.
The creatures did not move. In fact, they had not moved at all since coming into sight. Maruc squinted his eyes and got a little closer to reveal the reason why. These were not undead, but rather the three missing heads from the campsite, impaled upon 6-foot poles.
The unsettling wail continued, emanating from somewhere in the distance ahead.