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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 2754173" data-attributes="member: 1210">The Cemetery TrapOur heroes make their way into the cemetery.  The watch should be in force nearby, ready to spring the trap.  The night is chill, and pools of fog are churning as the party enters the darkened fields of the dead.Kyle nervously soothes the limbless elf, speaking to him in Elven.  The mutilated elf- the only elf our heroes have ever seen, mind you- does not respond beyond a moan.“ Meet our friends in the graveyard on 7/16.  They will have a few interesting items for you in trade for the elf.  They serve our cause.”  That’s what the note the Tydonians were carrying said.  Conspirators in the city, thinks Sheriff Jorgen grimly.  But why?It is time to find out: the night of the 16th.  The sky is black, but here and there lamps, torches, watch fires burn.  Our heroes traipse through the cemetery alertly, wandering through the headstones until, near a mausoleum, they see a group of silhouettes standing in the darkness.“Do you have the elf?” a male voice calls.  “Do you have the items?” replies Jorgen.“Of course.  Do you have the elf?”“Of course,” the sheriff answers.  “We should trade.”From the darkness, a chuckle.  Then arrows are streaming in from the fields of graves behind the party.  One zings off Goer’s shield; another sinks into his thigh.  He yelps, and Dahlia staggers as a feathered shaft sticks her in the shoulder.  She can feel the wound burning, and a wave of dizziness washes over her.  Poison! she thinks. Kyle speaks to the elf (who Sir Cedric has now re-christened Mr. Bags).  “If you do not destroy the Tydonians in front of you, they will take you again!” he cries urgently in Elven.  Then, as if to set an example for the elf, Kyle casts a magic missile at the man who was speaking for the villains.  A moment later Sir Cedric rides that enemy down, utterly slaying him.  There is a beautiful woman amongst the enemy, and with a smile she charms Kyle.  Meanwhile, another of the enemy attempts to immobilize Sir Cedric with black magic, but to no avail!  He hews about himself, cutting open the chest of one of the cultists after overrunning him.  From behind the poisoned arrows keep falling, but a group of our heroes rushes to engage the archers, who turn out to be reasonably formidable.  Kyle tries again to invigorate the elf.  This time, he shouts more harshly, in Tydonian.  “Now!  Destroy them! Destroy them!  -Except the female.  She’s nice,” he adds.The elf moans and begins to mutter.  Suddenly a glowing red, pea-sized ball streaks out at the enemy- and blossoms into a fireball.The momentary flash of light reveals a wave of undead moving in around the battle.  “Magic missile the one in front of you- for your freedom’s sake!” Kyle shouts.  A volley of magical arrows of force flashes out and blasts one of the archers.  One of the enemy turns out to be a priest, and he attempts to heal the spokesman, but it comes too late.  Then, when the undead arrive- a horrible grave of walking zombies- one of the archers falls to its blows.“This isn’t what I agreed to!” cries another of the archers, eyes wide in fear.  The remaining archers fall back and away, into the graveyard.  Our heroes thus turn their attentions to the walking dead assailing them.  Dahlia tries to fall back, but is felled by the zombies’ grasping fingers.  “Run,” the female enemy says to Cara, and the pregnant bard turns and flees immediately.  The woman laughs, her raven hair half-obscuring her face.  Sir Cedric aims a mighty blow at her, but it does her no harm.  He gives a great start and wheels around for another pass, even as she laughs again.  She vanishes. Our heroes look on in consternation, but the undead are still coming.  Sir Cedric uses his newfound faith and turns them even as Jorgen and Colder hack about themselves with their blades. In only a moment, the battle is won.“Cara?” cries Sir Cedric.  He puts his heels to Thunderpuss and his beloved horse begins trotting forward in the dark.  She is nowhere to be found.  Next Time: Trickery!  Treachery!  And Treason!</blockquote>

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