Client: High-Priestess of the Clerist Tower
Difficulty: 1
Task: The Graveyard of Unfalna was a place of peace and nostalgia once upon a time. It is the solemn home to the many Clerics who've passed to the realms beyond. Either by design or by being slain in battle. Thousands of Clerics have been buried here for the past few hundred years, and it has slowly become a sacred place. However, with the growing evils of Avalon just across the Innar Channels, it seems that the Graveyard has been overthrown. One of the long-past High Priestesses has been arisen, and has slowly been reraising her own Cleric army. Unlike their living counterparts, these Clerics specialize in curses and cursed spells of the Rift. You're being sent to that desolate island in the Northern quadrant of the Outer Rim, between the Clerist Tower and the Dwarf City to slay the undead Preistess and restore the order that was once cherished in that region.
Reward: 5,000
Manpower Limit: 5

A merchant vessel bound for Region-Au-Ruteer in Western Avalon has agreed to transport you to the island, but will not return for you once you set foot on land. It is true that you're expected to perish on this cursed isle - hopefully not before you complete your task. A small stormcloud hangs over the island, constantly throwing down javelins of lightning that break and fork their way to the surface. Amid the shadows of the evening, and the constant rain covered by heavy winds, you can barely make out the form of the isle you're heading to. The pinnacle of this land formation is barren, grey and stained with death. Nothing but dead trees lie within its gates. The iron-rod fence set in a waist-high stone foundation circles the territory that belongs to the graveyard. The gates themselves are shrouded by a small woodland area. All about the pinnacle, which is a mesa-like structure, are trees of lucious green and vibrant browns, and the earth is patched with thick, soft grass.

Along the shores of the isle the sands are a golden brown in the sunlight - but for now there is rain and sorrow hanging heavy over the island, turning all that was once beautiful into sickly shadows of their true selves. All that was once peaceful has become a dark corrupted form wrought with malice and hatred of all who live. Even the trees bound to this island despise the living - and they may reach out to take you if you're not mindful. There are many perils in this posessed land, and only the five of you are setting foot on the soping-wet sands to undo what has been done. The boat creeks and shifts with the tides - a flash of lightning and the rumble of thunder rolls across the sky. "Land ahead! Brace for landing!" The call comes down from the Crow's Nest. Suddenly all the deckhands are rushing to and fro preparing for their collision with the shoreline. Your wrists are wrapped in the netting that leads up to the masts, "wait here," you're told. "Brace!" The final call from up above. Another bolt of lightning falls as the nose of the vessel collides with the sands, jarring everything forward then violently back. Several people fall and lose their balance. The man in the Crow's Nest falls even from his perch, getting his foot caught in the mast netting. A walking plank is set to shore, and you're lead off onto the isle. Fear slowly begins to well up in you as the merchant vessel begins to pull away and its crew wishes you good luck from afar, waving from the safety of their ship.

Are you ready?

Before doing anything else, Azhure stares at the island that she has been practically abandoned on. Practically. For a place so devoid of life, I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't show one bit of concern for us, she thinks to herself while planting her two feet on the island. Utter remorse and fear for the unsettled ghosts in this area send a chill down her spine as she straightens her back to prepare for any kind of danger. She stands alert and poised while securing the hood of her robe onto her head, strands of hair flying about in the cold breeze.

After a while, she turns back to the ocean that separates her being from the rest of the world. The merchant vessel, already a mere speck on the ocean, slowly shrinks to nothing while she pats off sand that might have stuck to her. She squints her eyes and waves awkwardly in the direction of the vessel. She droops her head down, and then quickly raises her head to the others she is to team up with.

"Shall we?" She asks in an all too inviting tone.

Shryo being left on the island with some fellow adventuers sees that he can see nothing for afar. You know this place looks completely empty, and I sense no life at all he says to the other person beside him who looks to be another Cleric who is stepping off the boat right beside him. Shyro thinks to himself, Ghosts do not scare me, and I am ready for anything that should come our way. Very cold and dingy this place was, and t was like all life had ceased to exist in this one place. The sunlight had been blocked also by dark thundery clounds. Shyro says to himself Looks like we are stranded on this deserted isle. He takes his hood off ,because it was very cold on the ride over, and pushed his hair up out of his eyes where the wind had blew it.

After a while of makeing camp he sees a girl named Azhure stareing out into the sea to see only a little dot which was the trade vessel theyy had been brought on. Shryo looks at her wierd as she waves at the ship which probably cold not see her waveing from afar. Shyro walks off and sits near the fire trying to warm up from the coldness of the isle. He feels alone with all these people around him that he does not know or has not known. He tries to start a conversation, but nothing comes from his mouth but air. He stands up heated and toasty and hears Azhure ask Shall we go? Shryo stands up and answers her request with; Sure I am ready to go, and I am tired of staying in this spot. He also said to her Which way shall we head to get to this undead Priestess? All of a sudden Shryo looks up senseing danger.Everyone move, he said. The Stormlord was throwing javelins at them like the merchants had said. We should go into the foerst for cover everyone.

Disembarking with the rest of the adventurers, nataS set foot upon the desolate island. The once peaceful mountains, home to his ancestors, were now jagged cliffs shrowded by low thunder clouds and dark spirits. Also on this island was a peaceful cleric's tower, but a dark spirit of some sort was causing death and darkness to befall the island. nataS helped unload the boat, unloading their few possesions and provisions for this journy, and placed it on the beach, where they set up camp. Sitting near the fire, having come from the hellish core of his homeland, nataS was not enjoying the cooler clime. Sitting, watching the flames of the small fire, he was alarmed by the voice of a cleric, who had come with the group, say "Shall we?" The responses were cut chort by the fabled Stormlord's javelins were landing in the camp and around it's perimeter. Quickly standing up at this new assualt, he grabs his few possesions, and runs over to the forest line, hoping to take refuge in the safty of the dead trees with the others.

Athel steps lightly from the boat, her sandle-clad feet barely making an imprint on the ground. She glances around at her team, not a hint of a smile on her face. With a determined sigh, she gathers her robe closely around her tall, slender frame and walks further on shore. The wind whisks her silky, white hair around her face as she half-listens to the others, her heart crying.
Who could have defiled such a sacred place? she wondered. Many of my sisters are buried here....or were. A shudder passes through her at the thought.
Suddenly, her thoughts are cut off by a sudden shout from the one called Shryo. "Everyone move!" he says, his loud voice carrying over the gusting wind.
Athel grasps her staff and moves quickly to the trees as lightening strikes all around. Making it first to the scant cover of the trees, she kneels low, peering from beneath her hood.
"I am Athel Vanya," she says to her fellow teammates.
Not saying anymore, she repositions her staff in her hand and begins to crouch-walk through the scant cover of the trees.

The great storm came crashing down on the beach, where the group had been setting up camp. From what nataS could see, no one was left on the beach, but then again, he couldn't be too sure, seeing as the heavy rain was bluring his vision greatly. He searched around in the dead trees where he had run to see if anyone else had made it to the trees. He quickly came across a woman named Athel, which he assumed was an elf by her posture and her speed, seeing as she was a member of his group, and in an able status, they split up looking for the others. Continuing his search, he finds some equipment and provisions that had been blown or thrown by the blasts from the bolts as they hit the ground, he gathered what he could and hid them under the large root of a tree, and then continued his search for any other people. Shryo, an adventurer with the group, almost attacked the dwarven ally, not recognizing him in the downpour. nataS, quick with his wit and his steel, parried the blow from the attacker, and identified himself, before the attacker got another attack in. A bit taken aback by eachother, they quickly talk about whats going on and checked if they were both ok, then continued on their way.

"Sure I am ready to go, and I am tired of staying in this spot," the man says as he stands up from camp. Azhure turns in his direction and smirks at his response. She studies this slender man and notes the soft ruffling of his robe as the wind blows by.


"Which way shall we head to get to this undead Priestess?" he asks as he starts to get himself ready. Azhure picks up her staff, which was lying beside her on the ground. She turned back to him and looked at the other two setting foot in this harsh environment. She was about to say something when the man said quickly, "Everyone move." Azhure heard the thunder become louder as if it were the guardian's voice of this forsaken island, detachment and cruelty engulfing the shore. She begins to run towards the closest clump of trees only to notice that she had somehow separated herself from the rest of the group.


"They can't possibly be too far," she mumbled while checking to see if her staff was in shape. She looked astonished by the appearance of the plant life, noticing how much everything on this lonely island suffers. Then suddenly, the sound of grass swaying in a rhythmic fashion becomes louder and Azhure tightens the grip on her staff by force of habit. A twig snaps from behind, accompanied by rustling dead leaves. She swirls around in surprise, only to see one of her teammates. Her shoulders relax a little in relief and she smiles at the tall figure.


"Greetings, my name is Azhure. Have you seen the other two?"

While the bolts came tumbling down everyone split up and ran into the forest. Swiftly dodgeing the lightning bolts that were comeing at Shryo. They seemed to follow him and only him, but soon he realizes that he is not the only one being followed by the bolts of lightning thrown by the Stormlord over the island. The lightning seemed to stop and it started raining heavily. To heavy to see, and a dark figure was comeing toward him. Shryo ducked under a tree noticeing the figure getting closer and closer. He jumps out and swings his staff, but it was parried by an axe. He struck again and hit the target, but it was after the figure turned out to be nataS. Shryo appoligizes to the arrogant looking dwarf that stood before him. He and the dwarf set back the way nataS came from. While walking back Shryo stopped and made sure his staff and coat were ok. He saw that his coat was red. He must have been shaved by a bolt in the process of running into the dead forest. He decided to use his curing spell Holy Anhk to cure his wound. He looks down and sees a plant. It was a mystery to Shryo how plant life could still be alive on this seemingly deserted isle. The plant look like it was suffering. Shryo though nothing he pities the plant for being in such a lonely plant. It looked as if this place was once alive and mostly alive. Dead leaves rustle in front of them. It was AthelVanya and Azhure the other two Clerics on the island. He sits down in the rain next to the other CLerics hopeing they have a plan to do for the rest of the adventure here is 'Dead Land' as Shryo started to call it. He asked the Clerics what to do, but nonw of them had any ideas. Shryp got up and told them that we must keep moveing before the Stormlord sees us again. He stands up and then starts walking into the forest Clerics and Dwarf behind.

She had gotten off the vessel, her bluish white eyes taking in the land around her. She pulled her hood over her face, shielding her dark complexion from those around her. She carried in one hand her Red Wand and in the other hand a traveling bag with food and other needed supplies for their journey. She looked to her companions, taking in their movements and appearance for a moment before walking over to them. She remained quiet, her face holding no expression what so ever. A hot wind blew against her face, tugging at her robes like a child to his mother's dress. She closed her eyes for a moment and then nodded to her fellow adventurers.

Indeed..let us move

She said in almost a whisper as she walked with them for a moment. She then stopped when she heard a roar of thunder and then came the rain. She raised a brow and then quickened her pace

Guess the gods do not want us here

She spoke quietly as she began to move quickly with the others. Suddenly, lightening beat down upon them. She dodged a few bolts of electricity and then made her way into the thick forest ahead, moving even more swiftly than before. As the rain poured heavily upon them, she realized that her vision was now blurred. She could barely see where she was going. On occasions she would nearly run into a tree, just trying to get away from the lightening that chased her. She cursed under her breath when she then noticed shadowy figures ahead. One being short..it must be a dwarf and another who seemed to be taller. She lifted a brow in curiousity. As she neared them, she noticed two others as well. She smirked and then joined them. She listened to their words for a moment and nodded

He is right. We should keep moving. We are not welcome here on this island.

She said in a more calming and louder voice instead of the normal whisper. She followed Shryo, walking up next to him and surveying the land around them through the think rain

This will prove to be quite difficult. I suggest great caution....for I sense danger in every direction.

she said as she drew back her hood, which was almost plastered to her head. She revealed long ivory locks, which was pulled back in a ponytail. Her hair reached past her bottom. She tossed a few tendrils from her face and then looked ahead, her Red Wand ready for any type of danger which may come upon them.

Athel cast a glance at Shryo as he approached. Without speaking, she nodded slightly in greeting. Once again she only half-listened as he asked them what they should do.
We should finish the quest as soon as possible, she thought as she pushed some of her soaking hair back from her face. Not only does it seem that the gods are against us, but I can feel the suffering of my sisters. We must hurry and relieve them of their pain and allow them to return to the Land of the Dead.
"...We should keep moving," said a voice.
Athel looked at the figure without a hint of a smile and watched as she hurried off beside Shryo. Grasping her staff tightly in her hand, Athel follows a bit behind the others, her eyes ever scanning the trees.
The girl, Kaya's voice drifted back to Athel, "This will prove to be quite difficult. I suggest great caution, for I sense danger in every direction."
Athel's bright violet eyes flashed at the statement. We aren't blind, she thought and pulled her hood a bit lower over her face, just above her eyes. The moon shined dimly, casting a shadow over her face, to where her smooth lips were the only thing visible.
Suddenly Athel heard a noise. She whirled to see three undead creatures coming slowly at them, their zombie-like forms gruesome to the eyes. She brought her staff up, facing them with grim determination.
"Stand ready," she said to her companions, her words being the second time she had spoken thus far.

nataS and the four cleric's that he was guarding, Shryo, Athey, Kaya, and what he thought to be their leader, Azhure, held a brief conference. The clerics seemed to have some sort of agenda, which they spoke about in hushed tones, that the dwarf had not been informed about. Getting uneasy with the unknown mission, he decided he had best be on guard, and readied his trusty axe. The clerics' meeting lasted only a short while longer, and they all stood up, then one or two said something that nataS missed due to the poor weather, and the clerics continued on, not waiting for any more discusion. Running to the hoard of items from the beach, nataS thought it best to gather some of the important items, such as provisions and some of the stuff that had belonged to the clerics before it was scattered. Sprinting as fast as he could in his armour, he quickly caught up with the group of clerics, but before he could reach them, something tried to grab him. Spinning on his heels, he looked at the arm that grabbed him, and it's body. To his disgust, it was a decayed corpse of a humanoid creature. Not wasting anytime, he took his readied axe, and swung it in a great sideways slash to the beasts chest. The sharp axe cleaved the dead tissues like a warm knife through butter, meeting minimal resistance, even from the crumbeling bones. By the time the zombie was felled, 3 more had taken its place. Glancing over to the clerics, who were back to back, weren't doing any better than himself, he thought of the items he had grabbed from the stash, Surely there must be something in those items that can drive these monstrosities back, they are clerics the clerics that contracted him after all. "HEY CLERICS!" he shouts, "I gathered some of the junk from the beach, did you have anything that was meant to ward against these things?" Working his way over to the clerics, taking several zombies low with his axe, he arrived, after having cut a narrow "hall" through the undead minions. Quickly dumpin his satchel of the clerical contents in the middle of them, he told them that he gathered the items from the beach during the storm, and that there were some more items in the trove. Having finished telling them about it, he switched positions with the leader of the clerics, so the healer could find anything useful in defending against the walking dead, while he fended off the dead, creating a wall of putrid flesh and gore that the monsters had to climb over to reach them.

Athel half-listened to the dwarf as she face the oncoming undead. Three of the monstrosities were heading her way.
Healing spells will harm zombies, she reminded herself and gathered her concentration into the orb at the top of her staff. It began to glow a steady purple and with a shout in her Elvish native tounge, she hurled her spell Holy Ankh from the staff onto the nearest zombie. She cringed and closed her ears against its shriek as she began to gather her concentration into the orb once again. The wounded zombie closed in on her, and noting his weakened strength, Athel merely landed a solid blow onto its head, crushing its skull. With another Elvish shout she flung Holy Ankh at the next approaching Zombie. This one must have been weaker, for it dissentigrated, consumed by the spell.
Athel drew a breath as she waited for the third zombie to draw near, and allowed herself to cast a glance around to check on the status of her company.

Azhure walked alongside Athel, looking at the crunching leaves beneath their feet. After a short moment, she looked up as soon as she saw Shryo's leather boots. She looked into his eyes at a slight angle and then swerved her head downward at the dwarf, nataS, who had left to retrieve their posessions. She watched him to and fro and then turned her head torward the rest of the group.

They proceeded to move forward after the short discussion, for no one wanted to stay in the same place, no one knew what was to expect on this horrid island. She thought back to the memory of the Stormlord's welcome and blinked. The voice of the Wood Elf, Kaya, interrupted her thoughts, "This will prove to be quite difficult. I suggest great caution, for I sense danger in every direction." Azhure pursed her lips at the statement and gave a keen nod in response; she wanted to avoid unecessary danger at all costs. As she took a step forward, she noticed Athel in the corner of her eye, pulling down her hood further down. Azhure thought that perhaps the Wood Elf's words might have offended her, but she did not care to confirm her assumption.

While walking along with the group, she felt as though there were creatures lurking nearby but she thought it was just her paronoia that had been slowly drifting into her mind, a pang of fear shooting up to her nerves with each forward step. But Athel's quick movements had proven her wrong, She turned around after Athel and silently gasped at the grotesque creatures before her.

"Stand ready," Athel said. Azhure gripped her staff and straightened her posture to prepare for a fight with these zombies. She gave a hard stare at the approaching monsters, looking at them up and down while they spat out moans and gurgles. Then suddenly, Azhure's eyebrows bunched together in confusion, her eyes heavy. She breathed deeply as her mind imagined the figures of three healthy Clerics in the creatures' positions. Their powerful weapons at hand, their robes seeming so genuine that she could see the shadows and wrinkles of their delicate material. She snapped out of her state at the sound of Shryo yelling, "Cleric! Pay attention!"

To her side stood a monster, its arms flailing about to grab her. Had she not been distracted by her foolish visions, she would have been able to pivot out of the way on time. Instead, she fought back the monster's strength with her staff. The dwarf had yelled something out, while dumping out their posessions onto the ground, asking her if she knew what to use in this bag of nonsense. She thought of what she could recall the last time she spotted anyone's items in sight, she couldn't answer for there was almost nothing to fight against these odd beings. Suddenly, she heard Athel cast Holy Anhk at one of her enemies. She quickly forgot about the dwarf's question and followed her example. More zombies continued to envelop them but they were easily taken cared of.

As soon as the monsters showed no trace of fighting back, she looked back at Athel in admiration.

"Clever," she said as Athel finished off a monster, "Let's leave this area, surely the priestess wouldn't be lurking around a mere forest. I am sorry for distracting myself from this fight..." She asked if everyone was okay and walked into the direction they were once in, her shoulders drooping once more in irritation.

Shryo watches as the Cleric named Kaya walks in from the forest. Getting ready to go and find the undead priestess Shyro looked around senseing danger. He was not the only one because a teamate of his said that danger was comeing in all directions. Staff in hand ready to cast spells on the undead monsters Shyro started to cast Holy Ankh just in case these were undead monsters. Shryo was right the monsters were zombies.Probobly summoned bye the priestess to desttroy us for tresspassing on her island. Everyone it looks and I sense a great amount of enimies even larger than this are waiting for us over these very hills. He looked behind him seeing they were missing the dwarven axeman. Surrounded by enimies Shryo heard AthelVanya cast Holy Ankh. He saw she focused all her energy on one opponent. He yelled to her, Remember Holy Ankh works on up to four things at once, so you can destroy many at once. Shryo then cast his own Ankh. It clearly hit three of the zombies makeing them fall and lie motionless as they were suppose to be. It seemed the other Clerics were not letting the lines of zombies get near. With one person faceing each direction it was much easier to destroy the first few lines of enimies. Shryo looks behind him hearing the clanging of steel. It was Hells Advocate plowing through the zombies createing a straight path through the line like a road. Shryo looking really tired looked to his side ot seemed all the Clerics were extremely tired from all the spellcasting that was going on. Very few zombies were left. Then, a slash came to the Clerics back. A missed zombie had made its way through and slashed the back of Shryo. Quickly remembering he used his last amount of stregnt to heal the group. Now fully recharged the group started devistating monsters. As for the zombie that made it up to Shryo it was slashed into forths by the Dwarf. Though still thinking the Dwarf was an idiotic fool Shryo was in debt to him. The other Clerics were now destroying the last waves of zombies in the vacinity. Shryo noticed that everyone was attacked a few times, so he and another Cleric healed the group. The group had been going up and down hills and they were all getting tired of them. Shryo stooped down and sensed more danger over the hills.

Thet walked over the next hill and set up the camp for the up and comeing knight ahead of them. Azhure tought we should stand guard and set up camp here. This sacred land of the Clerics shall be a beutiful place again soon. Shryo promised himself that. Standing guard first Shryo stood up against a tree and realized a really high and powerful energy comeing from nearby. He got up and walked through some trees while everyone was sound asleep. He peeked over the side of the hill, and there was a hovering middleaged girl who was commanding a massive army of Zombies and Skletons. He thought to himself that that must be the priestess. He glanced down at her once more before heading back. As he looked down at her she turned her face and looked straight at him. Now very scared Shryo ran back to camp. When he got back he leaned across a post all night. He went to the Clerists sleeping and asked AthelVanya if she would be the lookout so he could get some sleep.

(Sorry for the sudden absense)

She looked to every one when she suddenly felt a cold chill down her spine. She spun around quickly, gripping her wand in her hand as she saw the zombies. Spells were flashing around everywhere. She bit her lip slightly and tossed back wet locks of ivory as she narrowed her eyes, which sparked whitish-blue when lightening lit up the sky

She noticed a Zombie coming towards her, she frowned, having a feeling the priestess was behind this attack. She held out her arms, summoning all her energy to her Wand and casted the Holy Anhk. the Zombie shattered and disappeared. She noticed more coming and all the Clerics were fighting as well. But before she could react fast enough to the zombies coming from all sides, one slashed at her, leaving a large gash in her shoulder. Blood soaked her white cloak, which was somewhat washed away by the rain, but still left a slight stain. She jumped into the air over them and casted the Holy Anhk once again, taking the zombies out in one hit. She cringed slightly as she looked to the other group. She felt her strength leaving her as the blood continued to pour. She cursed under her breath at her mistake of getting hit. But she soon felt her strength return when one of the Clerics had healed the group. She looked around and found no more zombies in the area. she let out a sigh and then closed her eyes for a moment, bringing a hand to her arm. The blood was still there, but the wound was slowly healing. She smiled slightly as she returned to the group

Well that was interesting...

she said jokingly as she looked to everyone else. She sat down on a large stump as her eyes look over every one of her team mates

Is everyone alright?

She asked, hoping that none of her companions were hurt to bad. They still had a bit of a ways ahead of them before they could reach the priestes. She took off her robe, her body burning up from the action. She wore under it a one piece white dress which came to mid thigh and white knee high boots. On her arms were long gloves that came up to almost her shoulders. She looked to the wound she had recieved during the battle, smirking slightly as she watched it heal up. It was now as good as new. All that could be seen was a small scar, which didn't matter to her really. She folded up the robe and placed it in her lap.

She looked to Shyro for a moment with tired eyes. She moved hair from her face, her gloved fingers caressing the gold plate headwear on her forehead. She yawned and then stretched as she smiled to them

I can help you stand guard if you wish....

She said in a soft voice to Athelvanya with a smile. She didn't mind staying up and watching over the group while they slept. She didn't really need much sleep at all, although she was a bit tired indeed. She sighed and stood to full height. She walked over to AthelVanya, her white locks swishing behind her as she sat down next to her

(sorry for the bad post...no inspiration what so ever)

Athel nodded to Azhure at her compliment. She watched as the others in the party finished off the remaining zombies with ease. She followed in silence as they regrouped and set camp. With a satisfied sigh, she sat on a fallen tree, her thoughts bent on her companions.
The other three clerics seemed to be knowledgable in the way of the Faith and the dwarf knew how to handle himself well. She watched as the one called Kaya healed a gaping wound and then turned her eyes to the forest, her eyes barely opened in small, menacing slits. Athel couldn't help but become angry at the thought of the defilement of this place.
She glanced up at Shryo as he ran up and asked her to take watch. Startled, she noticed the terror in his eyes.
I thought I sensed danger near, she thought. Yet we cannot face it tonight, for we must recover our strength.
She nodded in assent to Shryo and stood, brushing her rear off and making her way to the edge of the camp. She stood in the dark of a tree, her keen eyes alert to all movements. She noticed the footfalls of an approaching person and nodded when Kaya came to stand by her.
Sighing slightly, she thought, I hope this elf does not expect me to make conversation. She pulled her hood lower over her face, yet kept it above her bright violet eyes in order to see the surroundings.
Athel tried to force her thoughts to the present, but failed. Slowly they began to drift back to her childhood, which was over 1000 years ago. With annoyance she felt every pang of loss for each friend that died throughout her younger years. With a tiny grunt, she crosses her arms across her slender middle and scans the trees for any sign of movement.

OOC: please refer to me as Athel or Vanya in your posts, not both ~^.^~ Athel is my first name and Vanya is my last, thanks

She watched the woman for a moment, her eyes then drifted off around her, taking in the area once more. She watched as some of the Clerics began to get ready to rest. She leaned up against a tree, her eyes closing for a moment. She got the feeling that Athel didn't want her around. The reason for this was really none of her concern at the moment. She just wanted to help and make sure everyone was plenty rested for tomorrow's adventure to find the Priestess. She stifled a yawn as she brushed hair from her eyes.

Well, I will still be awake just in case you need help......

She said in a low voice which was carried off by the breeze that caressed her body and make the leaves move around her. She opened her eyes and filed through her mind old memories and why she joined this mission in the first place. She smirked slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest, her mind open and taking in everything around her. She wanted to be quite ready for any possible danger that may occur anytime soon. She yawned once more, rubbing her eyes know . She felt sticky from the rain and really hated feeling like that. She brushed off some dirt from her dark skin as she surveyed the scar upon her arm from earlier events. She shook her head. How could she let herself be harmed? She shrugged slightly. It happens. She makes mistakes too. She just hopes that next time she won't lose her life in the process of defending herself and her companions. With a slight sigh, she moved over to the stump where her folded robes lays and moves it to her lap so she could sit down and get comfortable. Her mind continued to wander as she watched the others get ready to sleep.

Athel glanced at Kaya, her eyes neutral.
Quietly, she spoke, "Your constant yawning suggests that you are slightly sleepy. If you wish, you are welcome to go lie down near here, and you will be the first I wake if trouble comes. That way, you may rest and be on support watch at the same time."
After her long life, Athel had found that she rarely needed sleep, and often she could by simply resting her mind and not going completely unconscious in the ways of Men. Sighing, she pushed her hood back in order to straighten the tangle of whiteness that was her butt-length hair.
Hair this length just isn't practical, she thought, but I just can't bring myself to cut it off.

(OOC: Shryo, please refrain from controlling my character and anybody else's if it's to take any sort of action. Derhlith also says that we were not supposed to set up camp...)


Azhure paced impatiently for a few minutes, annoyed with the fact that she just wanted to get this quest over with after having to fight those ugly looking zombies. After a moment of agitation, she rests against a large rock nearby. She lowers her head as much she could and looks at the jagged curves of the carcasses. She felt obligated by her boredom to poke at them with the base of her staff. Erasing all harsh feelings, she looks up and examines everyone.

Shryo, returning from some area with a pale face, as if he had seen a ghost. nataS, standing there... hm... Kaya sitting with Athel, who seems to be tired and agitated by Kaya's presence.

She stares at her surroundings for a while before drifting off to sleep.

(OOC: I figured as much. So here goes, scuse my constant posting)
Suddenly Athel sensed danger near. She held a hand up to Kaya, signaling silence. Carefully and quietly she crept around the camp, waking everyone without a word and only a simple gesture to remain quiet.
"Rest will not be our companion tonight," she says.
With that Athel gripped her staff in her hand and made her way to the hill, determination in her eyes as they sparked violet fire.

She wakes instantly at the light hand of Athel, motioning Azhure to keep quiet. She leans onto the rock she had been sitting against and slowly rises. Half asleep herself, she makes sure that everyone is awake. She follows Athel and climbs up the hill.

She had to agree with the fact that she was becoming abit tired. She sighed slightly as she sat upon the stump, looking around once more before sitting on the ground infront of the stump and leaning against it. She unfolded her cape and draped it around her body, shielding herself from the cold wind that tore at her form. She was growing irritated with this constant wind. She shivered once, still wet from the rain. She looked up to Athel and nodded slightly

Alright......

She said in a whisper as she closed her eyes and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep. But her dreams brought her no comfort what-so-ever. Her form twitched slightly as she dreamed.

In this dream, she was all alone in the wilderness, still on this mission for the priestess. She walked for what seemed like endless hours when suddenly, she sensed danger. At that moment, a ghostly figure appeared over a small hill ahead of her. The Priestes...and she was far from alone. Kaya looked upon this women, her eyes struck with a slight fear and at the same time excitement. She looked around, still not seeing any of her team mates. She looked upon the ghost once more and saw for what seemed like thousands of the disgusting zombies that they fought earlier. She wrinkled her nose, gripping tightly to the Red Wand she carried for defense. The Priestess spoke softly, but couldn't really understand what she was saying. The Zombies attacked full force all at once, showing no mercy. Although she got off a few spells, she wasn't able to take out all of them. The ones she destroyed were replaced by more zombies. She cringed as the trampled her, clawing and biting at her dark flesh, ripping away the beauty she held. She laid there in a bloody pool as they dragged the bodies of her companions over towards her, laying their crumpled, motionless forms next to her. She gasped in horror as she tried to move, but found no feeling in her body, as if she was frozen by some evil force. She could feel her life depleting. The Ghost hovered over her, the priestess' eyes giving her a menacing glare. She shielded her eyes as the zombies surrounded her once more to finish her off. But before they could, she woke up

She looked around, as she held her head slightly. The elven woman wiped cold sweat from her brow as her temples pounded with pain. She cringed slightly, but not enough to be noticable. She sighed and hoped that this dream would stay a dream. But she found that her companions were leaving without her up the hill. She didn't quite register what was going on until she felt a presence that was of much evil. She took up her wand and threw off her blood-stained robe and ran up the hill after them.

As she reached their position she looked over the hill to see something that was horrifying. She narrowed her eyes and remained quiet as she looked to the other two

(Ack...to slow. LOL)

(ooc gosh, im gone for one night of sleep, and theres like 10 new posts:(...)
nataS, who had thought himself crafty when he brought the cleric stuff to the battle with the zombies, had his idea shot down as one of the obscure clerics told him it was all useless. The dwarf, never missing an opportunity, grabbed the scattered items after the battle, and climbed the pile of decayed flesh he had created to follow the others, hill after hill, always marching. The clerics, who had not undergone the rigorous physical trainings that he had, had decided to make a camp, and though he wasn't exauhsted from the marching, he was greatful for the rest. He sat down and leaned up against a tree that had seemed to be some sort of coniferous tree, until it had been striped by claws of some sort. The male cleric, Shryo, the name came to him, and he started to wonder to himself, Where have I heard that name before? He had remembered parts of his child hood, him as a child, playing with the other children of his village, and he could remember growing up in another, village but he was an outcast there. Trying his hardest to get his mind off of the darkness around him and remembering his forgoten past, he slowly dozed off. Dreaming of dark armies and beatiful maidens, he had the first dream he has had in over a decade, and waking with a jolt, the dwarf made no point to hide he was throughly worried. He scanned the camp quickly with his eyes, and he noticed that one of the females had taken watch, while the other clerics and himself took a short nap. Sitting there, almost afraid to sleep again, he noticed that the other clerics had awoke, in a similar manner. A bit off edge, he stood up dizzily, shaking his 'morning' sickness, he walked over to the others, and they all seemed to be awake already. "I have a bad feeling about this, I had a vision in my sleep of dark armies and a maiden." he openly states. The others, taken aback by the statement, respond that they to had similar dreams.

Athel nods to everyone as they group up near the crest of the hill. Noting that they are all awake, she creeps to the crest and peers over, and is aghast by what meets her eyes. There, in a valley at the bottom of the hill, was the graveyard. To Athel's horror it was filled with the undead, and they were arranged in organized groups. In the middle was a woman that reeked of evil. In despair Athel recognized her as the High Priestess from a few hundred years ago.
She choked back a sob and pulled her hood low over her face. I must not be weak, she commanded herself. Pull yourself together Athel. Slowly her eyes narrowed into determined slits and they began to flash with purple fire.
"We should form into two groups," Athel commented to the others.

The dwarf was paired with one of the clerics, for restorative support and offensive cures and charms against the undead, while the other three would work together. nataS, still partialy unaware of the true mission, had started to wonder more about what they were here for. I could handle myself against a dozen or so zombies, but an army? This task of defeating the enemy may prove to great a task for a lone dwarf. he continued to think, then relized that the clerics wouldn't be a hinderence against such foes. With the help of the clerics, we could do some serious damage to their numbers, but I still don't think that we will be able to kill them all. (ooc can we use our elemental skills? Im just gonna use them, if im not allowed, ill edit later) The army of undead had firery forges created and were starting to create armor and weaponry for themselves, and had large bon fires started to burn anything living and to illuminate their vain leader. nataS, who had the ability to control fire to some degree, decided to see if he could control it from their vantage point. Concentrating his mental energies, he willed the fires to spawn a sort of fire sprite, a small magical creature that was pretty much a nuisance that plauged villages and cities of the deserts and the mountains, causing minimal damage to their surroundings, but rotted flesh took better to flames than did most mud and sand buildings. Though small, the sprites were incredibly agile, running amuk in the dark graveyard, created paths of burning carcasses where they had been. Though not disabling the undead right away, the burning dead would flail to try to put out the flames, but flailing only threw the flames to others. soon, the small paths of flame grew to engulf whole ranks of the dead minions. The clerics, who had watched the fires start and spread, were wondering what was happening, if the undead priestess still had the bane of the undead, the urge to dispose of evil and darkness. nataS, who had not warned the clerics of what was going to happen, told them, "I didn't expect the sprites to be so effective... Who woulda guessed that they would wreak that much havoc amungst the undead." This remark dawned on the clerics as they realized that the dwarf was linked with fire, and taking the chaos of the undead as their que, the groups headed out, towards their targets, and the ultimate goal, the Priestess.

The cleric and the dwarf stood in a straight line facing the dead army. Each maintaining some level of being appalled at the gargantuan mass of flesh. Azhure cocked her head to one side as she examined the on-going army. She noticed the same creatures, now known to the group as "zombies," and then some mixtures of ghostly beings. While the zombies took on one look, the disgusting rotted bodies, the ghosts seemed to have their own individual features. It hurt Azhure to know that these clerics were once well-bred humans or elves. In order to keep her from being emotional towards these unfortunate souls, she figured out of common sense that there has to be something done about it. Azhure could also see a tower from afar, probably the tower that nataS had taken note of when arriving on this island.

She stuck with nataS who had seemed to be useless at the first encounter. She didn't want him to be hurt while trying to protect himself without any healing spells. We can succeed... she thought. As long as we constantly cast our spells and the dwarf fling his axe around, we can surpass.

Just then as she looked down at nataS she began to witness the dwarfs elemental power. She watched the bodies burn to death in an almost humorous manner, the bodies fleeing here and there while creating a massive chain reaction. So this dwarf can be quite to our advantage... she said while smiling at the groaning zombies. The ghosts however (who were taking position at the very back, almost as if they were protecting their priestess), will not be stopped by mere flames. She readied herself praying to God, Oh dear God, watch over us as we fight in honor of your very name...

A competitive smile creeps into Azhure's face, her back straightens, the grip on her staff tightening. As soon as the next untouched school of zombies approach, she casts her Holy Ankh until engulfed in the utter madness of the zombies.

(ooc: sry for controlling you alls characters and post where i can catch up you all post like there is no tomorro)

Shryo seeing nothing but black when he woke up was ready to get going so he could return his search for his father who was a knight. In the night as you could call it Shryo had a really weird dream. He was at his home with his mom and dad, and they were helping him walk. He was just about to have his mom carry him off to bed when a guy came in through the door drenched in blood with a message for his dad. In the dream his dad rushed off and never returned. Now he saw the undead priestess in his dream, and he remembered her face somewhere before. Shryo saw the face of the the priestess in an old book from the library at th temple. It said the priestess was killed by devils of the dark ages, and never had a proper burial for the monsters destroyed all the clerics on the isle. The monsters however were destroyed by the most powerful spell of a Cleric. No one ever knew the name because only the Clerics of the isle knew the spell. There was a resemblance of the ghost like priestess and Shryos mother. Could they have been related or maybe his mom was an incarnation of the dead priestess. But all Shryo knew was tha the priestess had to be "killed" to make the island a better place for things to live on. Another dream continued from one to another. Now Shryo was locked in the basement of his house while his mom was out fighting awful demons that were attacking. He was crying from all the screaming that could be heard from outside, but he knew his mom also was not comeing back from the battle. Shryo heard the screaming stop and people begin to cheer. He got out and walked out into the street. Their was the priestess again and all the surrounding people turned to zombies they were crouding around Shryo and then that is all he remembered before he woke up.

Shryo was bleeding, sweating, and his eyes were teary from thinking about his mother. His wounds had opened back up in the knight. Shryo could tell danger was getting bigger and bigger. He wondered if these five people four of which were Clerics could handle over a thousand soldiers. He heard a voice telling him that they were moveing out and this was his last oppurtunty to come. Shryo got up paced his stuff in his satchel and threw it on his back while the wand was in his other one. Athel was leading the group over enourmous hills which were a difficult obstacles to conquer. Over the hills the Clerists went which was the same way Shryo had went the last night where the mass amount of evil energy was comeing from. Athel and the crew stopped and peered down over the cliff. The amounts of zombies and other ghostly creatures were riseing from underneath the soil. It looked as if she was summoning the dead Clerics that were on the island that were killed along time ago. Then someone suggested they slit into two groups and divide and conquer the enimies which were were down in the valley. Azhure and the dwarf Hells advocate went in one direction while Shryo, Athel, and Kaya went in the other to attack from both sides. Halfway down the hill Shryo noticed that the land looked like a graveyard where all the dead zombie Clerists were. Ready and willing to continue he runs to catch up with the other two Clerists. The Clerist all had wands ready to cast a spell at any moment. The trail down looksed like the bottom was moving. Shryo noticed it was part of the army coming toward them. Stating to focus his energy Shryo concentrated hard on his power to heal. Now the army was close enough to hurt Shryo along with the other two Clerists used the Holy Anhk skill to destroy the undead monsters.

Athel nodded with approval as the team split into even groups. With a gesture to Shryo and Kaya, she crept around the hill to the backside of the army.
Suddenly, many of the zombies began to go up in flames and were running around frantically. Athel smirked and turned to the other two.
"It seems they have their part handled well enough, but we must deal with the ghosts soon, before they have enough time to--"
Athel's words were cut off as she saw about 30 ghosts heading their way. Too late, she thought to herself.
Shrugging, she gripped her staff in her hand and held it aloft. Quickly she calculated her next action. If she doled out Holy Ankh amongst four of the ghosts, it wouldn't be as strong as if she focused on one...yet having four weakened ones seemed to be more advantageous than 3 strong and one dead.
With grim determination and narrowed eyes, she released Holy Ankh on four of the nearest ghosts, weakening them considerably due to her rage.
"Deal death with no remorse," she muttered to herself as she gathered her strength for her next attack. "They are no longer among the living."
"The priestess will be strong," she shouted to the other two above the chaos of screams and shrieks. "We will have to combine our energies in order to defeat her!"
Visciously, she cast Holy Ankh onto the four weakened ghosts and they dissapated in thin air.

nataS was proud of his sprites, they acomplished their job by destroying about half of the ranks of the undead army, but the other half was not a happy bunch. The dwarf's axe sang a song of doom to the bone-bag minions, cutting them down in mid stride or at a stand still. His great sideways slashes of his mighty axe prevented the majority of the zombies from getting to himself or the priestess while she casted her magiks on the ghosts, to which he was ineffective. But for every 10 or 20 zombies, one got through and stuck the pair, but the undead claws could not cause enough damage to the pair, for when they were struck, the cleric would destroy it with her spell, or the dwarf would dismember the unsuccessful being. Doing most of the work, the dwarf had hacked and chopped at zombies to clear them a path through the graveyard. Once reaching the wrought iron fence, the dwarf took two swipes of his axe and bashed a new gate into the fence, and the duo climbed through the fence, and once inside, they had more fighting to do. The armoured undead started to join in the fray, and though their armour did nothing to help defend against the magics, it did slow nataS considerably. Glancing over to where he thought the other group was, he could see flashes from the spells being casted over and over. The other group hadn't made as much progress, but had not left a single zombie left in their path. The graveyard's army had been diminished to about a fourth of its original number by the time nataS and Azhure got to the center of the grave yard, having killed what seemed like thousands of undead, nataS and Azhure had seen the other party desimating the undead with their spells while clearing a perimeter around the outside of the graveyard. They reached the fires, where he had spawned the fire sprites, and thinking of his element, he asks Azhure what her element was. Her response had been water, and it was raining on the grave yard, and with an abundance of water, she might be able to use her element.

(( OOC: HellsAdvocate, I just noticed that you can't create a fire sprite out of nowhere, despite the fact that the zombies had fire existing. Also, I can't use water because so far, there has not been enough water nearby to control. Unless I can use sea water? I have no idea how far we are from that water though.))

(OOC: Sorries guys. I won't be able to post till tomorrow. So anyone can pretty much control the fighting action of my character until then if you want. Or I can just catch up later and it will have to be a VERY long post. I have some other things to attend to right now. Gomen Nasai and will see you tomorrow)

Athel held the ghosts in her vicinity at bay and as they dwindled slightly, she allowed herself a look around. The others seemed to be at a state of hesitation and her eyes narrowed, flashing purple sparks.
We must attack the high priestess now, she thought with impatience. Must I do it on my own?
She pushed her hood back for the first time, revealing a delicately cut face, unnerving violet eyes, and silky white hair. She scanned the surroundings, weighing her situation and the possibility of success.
There is no way I can do it on my own, she admitted to herself. She looked at the other clerics with her and then at the other group a bit off.
With horror she watched as the High Priestess began to glow some sort of eerie light.
"Our time of waiting is up, my friends!" she shouted above the chaos. "If we kill her, the rest will falter! Trust in the Faith, and fight!"
With that, Athel raised her staff high over her head and began to gather all her power to her, as the wind whipped at her robe and hair, sending it tangling about her.

Azhure fought savagely, enjoying the battle immensely. At times a zombie would manage to recoil from a weak attack and creep up behind Azhure, only to be pushed away by the base of her staff so that the force was cut deeply by nataS' fiery axe. After killing a small group of zombies herself, she hears the shout of one of her teammates.

"Our time of waiting is up, my friends! If we kill her, the rest will falter! Trust in the Faith, and fight!"

Azhure's head whirled to the priestess, who had been approaching with an odd light surrounding her. At the sight of this, she quickly dragged nataS to reunite with her team as one and took up her staff. She closed her eyes and began to pray, all form of living creatures vanishing from her mind. Only a clear vision of her truthful God remained in her eyes and she prayed that her teammates survive this battle and to support their power to defeat the priestess. Azhure began to be engulfed in a bright light, warmth surging throughout her body as she contacted the Faith.

"If we all pray we can fight her off with the union of our power!" she exclaimed while feeling the power overwhelm her. She smiled, guarenteeing that her gratitude will be given in respect after this wonderful contact.

(ooc i dont know whats going on, but something has been going on with some of my posts, and not on just this froum either, ive posted a reply to a topic and i see the post, and later that day i see its not there... sorry for not having a post)

The dwarf, having no belief in the humans/elves gods, and having no real religion of his own, the dwarf was unsure of what he should do while the others were praying to their gods. Though unsure of what he should do to help with the ceremony, he was sure that he should keep the zombies off his compatriots, who were in a very prone state, with not a single one paying attention to their surroundings, or the sounds and stentches of the zombies. Diligently going about his work, the dwarf kept circling the group, making sure not a single zombie got close to his allies. He had kept an almost fanatical watch over the clerics while they continued praying, he had chopped many zombies to pieces while they were trying to break the clerics' concentration, paying little, if any, attention to the dwarf, who wasn't posing as much of a threat, who couldn't cause annihilation to the entire army. The waves of the undead started comming more frequently, and animated skeletons actualy started to appear amongst the ranks of undead. Though better armored and faster, they still weren't that much of a problem for the dwarf's axe. A well placed blow of the axe could dismantle the animated bones and reduce them to a pile of bones. Though the undead provided little resistance, the dwarf could not keep up with the pace of the undead for much longer, the larger and faster waves keeping him on his toes. "You'd better hurry up with this, I can't keep them at bay for much longer" he shouts to the others, as he grows more urgent to make sure not a single minion of the priestess got through.

(OOC i was wondering, and thought that i should ask the stupid question before i make another mistake <_< . How would a dwarf defeat a ghost? do i have to use an elemental attack or is there no way for me to defeat them??)

ooc: ~.~ my supposition would be that you simply can't defeat them...also, Shryo and Kaya, I'm gonna give yall one more day or so to post, and if yall dont, than nataS, Azhure, and I will finish out the quest....sorry guys but I'm getting impatient and I want to give yall a chance

(ooc figures :( . i was talking to the guy who plays shryo on aim, i told him to post, and kaya, she has an ooc post a few posts back saying shes is gonna be gone for a while, so thats what ive seen. Also, we should try to clean out these ooc posts... I know some of them are needed, but we should try to dispose of them before too long.)

Seeing that all the enimies were grouping around them, Shryo knew they would overpowered soon. A flash caught the corner of his eye it was the high priestess who was floating over her soldiers of the dead. The power of Shryos spells were weakining because his stregnth was decreasing fast. He was hesitating his attacks but once he noticed it was too late a zombie snuck through his defence. Seeing it was getting close Shryo was hustling to get his spell done, but the monster got up close and slashed Shryos face. The spell was cast soon after to destroy the demon. Shryo looking for an exit to this madness of a massacre saw that they were trapped in a box. He would never admit defeat though he would not let monsters destroy him. Another gleam quickly caught his eye. It was the priestess again he could only see that words were moving across her lips and she started turning another eerie light admitting from her. It felt evil to him all of the glow was he evil which had controlled her body these timeless years. The priestess was tormented by this as Shryo could barely tell. All of a sudden Athel yelled out to her partners, Our time of waiting is up, my friends!" she also said "If we kill her, the rest will falter! Trust in the Faith, and fight!" Shryo knew that this meant that he should pray for his life and they must defeat the priestess so her minions will fall. A nice warm breeze filed the air around Shryo. It seemed that the praying to the god was helping repel the monsters from the group. All of a sudden a push came it was Azhure who had just joined the group. The dwarf having no God was helping keep the monsters away from the group. Shryo saw at his feet a small piece of grass coming up. Their good power mus have overcome some of the evil. The priestess was almost upon the five warriors. The end was drawing near for the combatants.

Azhure's power alone was not able to reach its potential after the endless battle. She did not posess the energy she thought she had after all. She still felt grateful for being in touch with her God and even used it as a means to aggrandize her will. She had killed so many of them, fear was no longer an issue, and she was not going to relinquish from the opportunity just because they were overwhelmingly outnumbered. As she looked up, the three clerics and begun to fight along with the dwarf. For a moment she had stood aghast before contributing her strength to the group. She felt uneasy, for the priestess' presence was but a few feet away from them. It seemed like she was waiting until the final second so that her very minions could drain the most energy out of them. The zombies had gradually escalated into a fit of rage, the anger that moved with them was evident by their pouncing fits. What very tiny cuts and bruises the group had were easily replaced by bloody wounds.

The priestess looked even more enraged when up close. Though the complexion of her transparent skin looked so soft and beautiful, wrinkles of hatred remained throughout her expressions. Her long dark hair rose in groups of thick wires all around, and the fabric of her stiff clothes rose in a similar fashion as well.

Azhure, still standing in awe, quickly ran into the crowd of zombies hoping that the priestess did not notice what she was up against. Kaya struck a zombie and casted yet another Holy Anhk when she suddenly saw Azhure run though the crowd she was about to exterminate. She was flabbergasted at the insane girl. Where does she think she's going?! she screamed in her thoughts after exhausting herself from the battle. Azhure looked at her and rolled her eyes toward the priestess' direction. Kaya looked at her hard and realized what she was hinting. She stared coldly at Athel who had been fighting beside her.

"This is it," Kaya muttered to Athel.

There was not enough time to explain to everyone else, she hoped Kaya would support her actions. She fixed herself in a deadly position, behind the priestess and within a crowd of deceased bodies grabbing at her in all places. She cursed under her breath and tried to constrain her urge to scream out in pain. She prayed to her God that this was the right way to fight against this ever-so powerful priestess.

Athel bright violet eyes flew open in surprise as she watched Azhure dash into a crowd of zombies. She seems to be diverting the Priestess's attention, she thought to herself as she watched Azhure with admiration.
"We must attack at once," she yelled to Kaya and Shryo. "Dwarf, protect us, and watch over Azhure!"
Athel closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, her staff raised high over her head. Slowly she began to glow a purple light as she concentrated all her power around her, despite the fact that exerting all her power would most likely leave her unconscious once she cast her spell.
She began to softly whisper, "God, we trust in the faith. May Holy Ankh guide us like it never has before..."
With her last words, the spell Holy Ankh streamed from her being towards the Priestess in radiant purple light.
***
Kaya followed Athel's lead and attacked with her...

Athel shouted to the party, "We must attack at once, Dwarf, protect us, and watch over Azhure!"
Aknowledging the command, nataS diligently went to work with the zombies, hacking limbs and appendeges here and there, feeling no remorse for the dark beings.
"Do not strugle against my power. You may be warriors of light, but light is defined by darkness, without darkness, you would not be!" shouted the priestess.
Defiantly, the clerics seemed to concentrate even harder, striving to destroy the dark priestess. Reaching beyond their physical and mental limitations, the clerics summoned every last drop of their energy to banish the priestess, sending her back to the eternal abyss that she came from. As she was disapaiting, many of her minions collapsed, Ghosts evaporated, Skeletons clambered to the floor, and Zombies floped into decaying piles of filth, only a few still had dark energies animating them, and only a few blows laid the remaining foes down.
Piling the last of the corpses onto the pyres, nataS wiped his brow with a filthy arm, glanced over to see the clerics praying for the souls of the twice-dead clerics and Shryo righting gravestones, and watched them go about restoring portions of the dark isle. Glancing back to the work at hand, he glanced towards the ocean, and saw an ariving boat briming with clerics and other holy officials to restore the tower and to relieve the weary warriors of their duties. Leting out an exhausted sigh, he started to walk towards the beach to greet the relief and to get of the once cursed isle.