|DM Alexander Kilcoyne|
With Kirilarien perilously following the vampire-spawn cloud into the darkness, the group raced back towards the hilltop. Lara attempted to call upon another spell of Haste, but it fizzled as she found her mental reserves too drained to transmute the group once more.
Lara you've already cast two level 3 spells today. Please track them more carefully, I simply won't always catch it.
1d100 ⇒ 54
Without the haste spell, the party trampled through thin soil and the remains of brittle bones. Every heavy step yielded a slight crunching sound as a result.
The journey took twice as long and the sounds of fierce battle rang out over the eerie quadrant known as the Dead Fields as they approached. Finally getting into sight of the encampment, the view before the adventurers was a grim one.
The graveyard of the Dwarven expeditions fallen had clearly been animated for some time; and apparently the former battle brothers of Fenris' clan were now being turned against their cousins, kinsmen and comrades. The graves were ravaged and had clearly been freshly disturbed, as the flesh of the fallen was used as a vile host- the zombies now assaulting the encampment having clawed their way through the dirt to rise and slay the living. The two forces had each formed a natural battle line that was gradually breaking off into smaller skirmishes as the fallen hit the dirt on both sides.
Perhaps appalled by such grave anathema, Fenris and his men had obviously descended from their fortified position atop the hill in outrage and zealous fury as they fought to once again bring the bodies of their fellows to rest. Disturbing the fallen, especially kinsmen- was among the gravest of possible crimes to the typical Dwarf. Buried with their chainmail and shields, the Undead had clearly proved quite formidable, although they bore no weapons other than an unnatural, unwavering strength and an utter lack of morale. While several had already been slain by the time the group had arrived, eleven still stood and fought against Fenris' party.
Fenris and his men had all suffered wounds, although Gorrak and Fenris' wounds were minor in their respective enchanted armour. They occupied the centre of their loose battle line, each seeking to protect the bodies of their dead or dying (it was hard to tell at this distance) and slay the armoured zombies as fast as possible. Three Dwarves seemed to have been downed in the battle thus far, lying in pools of blood and gore...
Durin: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Telurion: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Marcus: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
Lara: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Barak: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 (Favoured Terrain Desert +2)
Fenris' Company- 1
No difficult terrain.
The party is up. Thanks for bearing with me.