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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rune" data-source="post: 157646" data-attributes="member: 67">Session 3, part 3Sunlight fills my existence.  Fire burns through my wounds, bathing me in the essence of the day.  I awaken with Father Mehmet standing over me, praying.  And for the first time in my life, I am thankful to be in the presence of divinity.Our companions, minus the two warriors and Virian, but including Maialin, stand in or just outside of the hut.  Maialin has grabbed one of the black swords.  I grab the other and hand it to the priest.  In the doorway, Fruff exclaims in shock, "And they call us savages!”  I am already running outside, out of the fog, while Fruff babbles some nonsense about stealing the ship.The fog has dispersed.The ship has landed.  It is a massive rotting fish.  The reek is almost beyond belief.  Its mouth is open and an unhealthy green glow emanates from it as seven dog-sized rotting creatures run toward me.  Father Mehmet has gone with Maialin and Dexerion to heal Virian and the tracker and Jared are at my side.  Fruff has stumbled upon the corpse of the larger of the warriors and says a blessing over the body, bidding it return to the soil that gave it life.  Foolish child!All of my companions are running, wisely, from the ship, and the rotten rat-creatures, which are now enveloped in an unnatural darkness by a figure in the mouth of the fish-ship, whose only differentiation from the other two robed figures is a small red dot on his forehead.  Upon seeing the ship, the halfling says, “I don’t want this ship anymore.”  No kidding.I cannot find it in my heart to run with them.  I run to the body of the larger warrior, calling out to my colleagues for assistance in finding the other.  I think I can just see him a little ways off as I hoist the fallen warrior at my feet over my shoulders.My companions cannot believe what I am doing, as the rat-zombies quickly close the distance between their ship and my heels.  I cannot help it.“I came with them,” I tell them, “I’m taking them back with me!”They pay me no heed, until I run to the other one and realize that he still breathes!  Virian runs back to me and casts a song of health on the smaller warrior.  The mustached man stirs to life as the musical magic sews his wounds together.  Virian picks him up and runs toward the rest of our group.  With the dead warrior on my shoulders.  I follow, but I cannot resist the temptation to look behind me.  The darkness that surrounds the creatures enters the sod hut, crawls back out, and rushes back to its ship.We run through the tall grass.The ship lifts into the sky and the dead eyes come to life as powerful green lights burst forth from them, searching the ground below the decaying fish as it sails toward us.Searching.  Searching.We continue to run.</blockquote>

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