The group assault the mausoleum together
From Create Your Own Story
Blackhand gauge the number and decide the group is up to it. You all prepare your weapons and you grin proudly as you draw your great-sword. You are pretty much emasculating everyone in this group in term of size of firepower. At his signal, you ambush the groups of undead at the entrance, falling upon them with righteous might. Blackhand comes out of the shadow and use his blades to cut one of the zombies nearby down to size. You and the dwarf charge a skeleton. Your blade break it's defences and the dwarf's war-hammer sends it flying into a rain of bones. The clerics weaves a spell that seems to enhance you all, although you had a weird feeling when it's magic washed over you. Still you feel stronger and inspired. The gnome and the ranger stay to the back and support the attack with arrows and small magical projectile.
As soon as you attack the undead at the gates, More of the creature pours out. More then Blackhand had accounted for. The fight begins well as you fend off the first waves but their numbers seems endless. The group curses and blackhand seems disinclined to the ranger's capacity at counting.
In fact, the number seems correct you note. The plan didn't account on all of them pouring out at once. As the fight seems to go against you, you grin and whisper a prayer. Your body shines with light as you are bask in divine power. The undead, suddenly blinded by your positive energy, rushes you with abandon, giving your comrade some relief. Imbued, you cleave and hack at the wretched undead, sending them to proper rest as your heavy sword swing about with calculated graces. Your companion are a little troubled by the ease at which you are demolishing this undead horde. With their ranks broken, your companions recover their senses and follow the strange little elf girl they picked up awhile ago. You shrug off blows as they bounce off your armour. The few one that gets past it, your healing light immediately sooth your pain and close the wound. Shortly after, your group stands on a pile of resting bodies.
Blackhand walks up to you as your divine power slowly fades "well I didn't expect that. Good going lass."
You start to glow again, this time with pride. Some of your companion seems hurt, notably the dwarf but as you approach, he just grumble an excuse and refuse to let you heal him. You sigh as his stubbornness.
Your party moves on and finds an eerie looking chalice in the mausoleum. As you approach, you can feel the evil emanating from it. Your cleric shrug and approach the thing as he touches it, it winks out of existence. The evil presence seems gone.
"Hrm.. what happened ?" you ask as you have no clue what just happened.
Gnome : "Interesting. It seems to have teleport away."
You find nothing else evil. as if the presence really had left. Blackhand then ask you to go out while they check things out in the mausoleum and make sure there's no more creature. You nods and head up to patrol the outside, ignorant that the group is actually looting the graves.
You group returns victorious and everyone seems to be in a better mood, which makes you happy. You begin to head back towards the camp as night draws near.
