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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tumakhunter" data-source="post: 933047" data-attributes="member: 12191">TolkFor several days we followed the trail headed northeast out of the mountains.  The mek, Victor, seemed to enjoy complaining the whole way, disliking the size that the group had grown to.  As I understand things, he had thought he was in charge of their 'expedition.'It was in the midst of all of his complaints that a terrible crashing sound was heard in the woods to our left.  Our chim companions darted into the trees to investigate, while the others continued their trek.  Curious, I followed into the woods to see what could be causing such a ruckus.  There, thrashing around in a crazed state, was a huge duer-like being.  Its mighty club swung around as it tried to fight off some unseen assailant, and smashed through the surrounding trees.  I stepped forward into the clearing it had created, but it ignored me.  Then I noticed the taint of the undead in the air around the creature.Taking the Gednyr from my back, I stepped closer to the creature and tried to see more clearly where the taint was coming from, when I was hit suddenly by the great club that was swinging around.  I reacted, Gednyr biting deeply into the thing's flesh, and the chim in the trees loosed arrows and darts at it.  Eventually it fell, and I turned to see the rest of my new companions looking on in horror.Balin in particular was disgusted at my behaviour, and we argued for some time about it.  He thought it some poor, innocent creature, and could not see the underlying taint.  I argued that I was doing it a mercy and putting it out of it's misery, while I shook blessed rocksalt over it's corpse to prevent it from rising again.Later that evening we were still bickering over the incident when another mek, this one quite young, stumbled into our camp, led by Tarion.  He was tired and hungry, though he tried to present himself with pride.  He seemed to wish to stay with us for awhile, as he travelled.  Mor'Gan told me he was a student and hunter of things undead, and was called Howard.The boy sat and talked in that strange, singing language these people all seem to speak, and after a while, Tarion brought something from his pouch.  It appeared to be a golden medallion, one heavily coated in amber, though I could still faintly feel the taint of undeath from it.  Howard reacted quite violently at the sight of it, and seemed to demand the destruction of the thing.  Tarion responded, and placed it back in his pouch.  The debate ran for some time after, but I went to sleep.I awoke some hours later to shouting from the silver-haired one.  I could feel the aura of undeath in the camp, and grabbed my Deknus as I rose.  There, before us, was a great creature of shadow, walking into the camp.  The wraith went first for one of the chim, and as it slew him, Mor'Gan and Feldon opened fire upon it with their gun-wands.  It shrugged off their attacks, as I suspected it would, but then I heard Mor'Gan try to call upon the power of the Forger to dispell it.  The only result was it moving to him as it's next target.As it turned, I heard a thunderous boom from Howard's hand.  He, too, had a gun, it would seem!  And it's shot seemed to hurt the wraith!  Uttering a quick prayer to bless my Deknus, I charged across the clearing to attack the foul creature.  Howard loosed several more shots at it, and between us, we managed to destroy it, but not before it slew two of the chim.Carefully blessing their bodies, I took the remaining watch, letting the others get whatever sleep they could.  In the morning, Howard and Balin were gone.We packed up our camp, and travelled fairly uneventfully for another five days, before finally coming upon a great road that travelled in a north-south direction.  The road looked quite new, and Mor'Gan seemed quite nervous about it, so we went north, following alongside it in the woodland.  Within a few short hours, we reached a great bridge that crossed a mighty river and into the stockade that Mor'Gan tells me had been a razed town known as Tolk only weeks before.</blockquote>

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