Brief...
I struggle to find a word to describe how short-lived was our respite in Byxata. The days - if you could call them that - melded together. It felt a single sleepless night, awaiting our departure to a temple which could very well be our tomb.
I suppose it might've been a week that went by before we left... to find some cure for this land's undead ailment.
Not our land, mind you. We came here WILLINGLY, for reasons that yet escape me.
Alas, our only way out - to delve deeper into the mouth of madness.
A few encounters and skirmishes took place in our day's march. But no casualties, thankfully. Yet one look at the hulking mass of rubble and overgrowth that peered eerily past the fog beyond us... I feel the worst is yet ahead.
Naturally, no one fought for the honor of setting first foot onto the Temple of the Elders.
It seemed a Huutakan from Flo'rel and Dirkbrüe's cohort drew the short straw and sauntered up the shallow steps... alone.
He succeed in nothing but soiling himself, dear gods. Poor bastard.
Bistek sent his own Rakastan retinue who managed to relay that the entrance hall was clear.
In a bout of bravery, he too soon followed his companion to the front. I worry.
Balthazar was - wisely - launching torches into the temple to light the path ahead. What an absolute specimen.
He is one to rely on in the the following days.
Soon after... Bistek reported noises coming from within the tomb. And not a moment after his breath had escaped the corridor, the advance party was immediately beset by the undead.
Flo'rel and Balthazar - ever the veteran warriors - immediately plugged the entrance and engaged in melee.
The bottleneck fueled the frenzy as the two warriors' hulking, glistening mass of bodies ceased the undead assault at the threshold.
(note: need better adjectives...)
In the chaos, I hardly noticed Dirkbrüe also fighting for his life behind the lines.
Bistek too remained trapped behind the enemy front.
I peered through the tangle of bodies at the doorway to see his sole engagement with the undead's rear guard. The size difference was immediately concerning.
He hit first. Huzzah!
And yet as quickly as he struck, the undead's own blade followed, flinging him toward the wall with a hearty crash. No doubt now, his mortal time is fleeting...
We must reach the both of them before this temple claims their souls. Yet, I'd wager this horror will only spiral deeper the further in we go
-Cyd
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