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Message: <blockquote data-quote="horticulture" data-source="post: 5574336" data-attributes="member: 6671055">Bellegon does not find anything else, besides the old rotting bedsheets on the two decrepit beds at the south end of the temple. The two doors at the western end of the rectory are swelled shut with rust.As Brondin ascends the stairs, a low, guttural moaning can be heard from somewhere through the trapdoor. Reaching the top, the moaning has grown all the louder, almost drowning out the dwarf's own thoughts. Peering out one of the slated over windows Brondin sees a nightmare come to life.Outside the temple, the forest is filled with a cacophony of agonized moaning and screaming that turns blood to ice. Through the main entrance of the temple, a truly horrific sight can be seen. The forest, lit by shafts of pale moonlight, is alive with rotting corpses clawing their way free from shallow graves. At first, Brondin trys to count their numbers, but soon realizes there is little point. The undead horde appears to approach several hundred, if not several thousand, members. There is nowhere to run; stiff, shambling forms fill the landscape as far as eyes can see in every direction. The dubious safety of the temple is now the only hope of survival.[gm]Also, thanks to THB for judging.[/gm]</blockquote>