Borkka

"Very well, mage," You agree reluctantly, "you may come along." You intend on keeping a close watch on him, though. Despite the circumstances, you are still unable to extend any level of trust towards him.


*******NOTE TO READER: THE REST OF THIS STORY IS AN OUTLINE AND IS NOT FINISHED, READ ON IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS, BUT DON"T EXPECT AWARD WINNING NARRATION**********

Two or three of the men in the mages stronghold announce that they will join you in your quest. Describe them. Throw a little dialogue in.

Malkarus pulls a crystal from his beneith his cloak and mutters something under his breath. He hold the crystal on his open palm and it begins spinning. Suddenly it points in a North Eastern direction and the mage assures you that they undead masses are in that direction.

You and your group head out, the wizard leading the herd. Gods, how you hate him.

You make your way following the trail of the sleep walkers, the whole way you see evidence of their passage and you are sure that you could have easily tracked them on your own. Though perhaps not quite as fast.

After a couple of hours you see the masses standing still in a meadow ahead of the wooded trail.

It's very odd. Your group discusses going down to investigate. You think it's wise to go down and investigate, but Malkarus argues otherwise.

Make a fucking decision already.
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