The Dead Converge
Zander guided them towards the hospital. On their way, they caught up with a large group of undead, zombies and skeletons. Quickly moving in, Tak started dealing blows, closely followed by Gallidad casting an Enlarge spell on the already bulky half orc. Similarias came in and provided back up, and Ned snuck around behind to flank. Zander was circling the fray, firing arrows into the midst, as the sky darkened and thunder started to roll.
Blows were dealt, left right and center, and after trying several combinations of weapons everyone seemed to finally be doing damage. Tak went down under a rain of zombie slams, to be revived by Zander’s healing potion. He got his revenge, though- His powerful fists decimated the last standing skeleton, with the aid of Similarias. The noise of crunching bone echoed the claps of thunder.
Over the next rise was the house of healing Zander was leading them to. A congregation of zombies and skeletons were milling at the door, which opened from within. Similarias’ keen ears caught the half-mad speech of the doorman:
“Welcome, loyal followers. Yes, welcome, he he he! You’re all here for our Lord’s celebration, I take it?”
The blank zombie faces and eyeless sockets of skulls seemed to be all the response the doorman needed.
“I thought so! Come in and make yourselves welcome! He he he he!”
The doorman opened the doors with a flourish, and cackled the visitors inside.
“I have an idea.” said Zander.
Similarias met his gaze, nodded, and grinned. Out came his disguise kit. After careful application of rags, dirt, and rotting flesh, Zander stepped back.
“Perfect.”
The sky, on cue, thundered mightily.
