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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lars Frehse" data-source="post: 400509" data-attributes="member: 1674">Carrying the Cure- part1The heroes stood in the hall for a while longer.Torn was the first to speak again:" I think we should get going now. This way, we can get back into the forest before the sun rises again."He pulled out the map that Azaton had made for them and after his friends had gathered around him, he pointed at the forest to the north of the ruin:"Now, this is the where we found the path. However, I think we can be certain that the undead will either be blocking it or they have prepared an ambush there. If we cut through the wood to the west of the path and head northwest, we shouldn't loose much time and we would be able to shake any persuers as well."His friends agreed, and after he had rolled his map up, they put the bags of wheat and the medicine into the bag of holding and left the room. Donanngar stayed back for a moment and stared at the statue for a little while. He sighed deeply and then followed his newfound friends.In the upper chamber, Donnangar went to the skeleton and carefully picked up the robe, but the moment he touched it, the skeleton fell apart, and it's bones fell clattering to the floor. With a slow movement that looked like revery, the orc picked up each of the bones and wrapped it into the robe, which he stored away in his backpack.They left the ruins and picked up the horserat and the direwolf. Then, they headed northwest, and again they took care to avoid any patrols. The night was chilly, giving the first hint that winter was finally about to reach this island inspite of the warm titan's blood in the sea and Belsameth's pale moonlight made their breath visible in front of them.They were almost halfway through the city, as Jan stumbled over a loose rock in the cracked pavement under him and fell down. The sound of his full platemail crashing on the rock disrupted the night's silence like a churchbell and they all stood frozen. Then, as Donnangar and Niklas helped the Paladin up, they heard the sound of horns.There was nothing they could do but get to the crumbled city wall as quickly as possible. As they hurried through the night, they heard more horn signals every now and then, and each time they seemed to be just a little bit louder than the previous time- their pursuers were closing in.Finally, though, they reached the remnants of the wall. Jan got out of his armor and stored into the bag of holding with the wheat and put on a leather armor. Beyond the wall, they saw the torches of two patrols between the forts. It appeared as if the two patrols had just met each other and were now moving away from each other.Knowing that there were pursuers somewhere behind, the adventurers waited as long as they dared to between the rubble. Then, when the patrols had ample space between them, they started to sneak out into the night.For a few hundred yards, they remained unnoticed. Then, the patrol to their right sounded their horn and immediately both patrols turned around to intercept the adventurers.There was still a mile and a half between the heroes and the forest and several hundred yards seperated them from the patrols. They fell into a wild dash: Ben and Donnangar rode ahead on their steeds and Niklas and Torn, who were fast runners, kept up. Jan and Trepat were forming the end of the field, and even though they were running at full speed, they couldn't keep up with the other ones.They ran as fast as their feet would carry them until they left the soldiers far behind them and they felt that they couldn't run anymore. Their blood was hammering in their temples and inspite of the night's chill they were drenched in sweat. Yet, even though they would have wanted to lay down and recover on the grassy ground, they fell into a doublemarch and closed in on the wood.The patrols behind them, who were hampered by their scale mails, weren't able to keep up and they sounded their horns which now seemed to carry a note of disappointment. However, the pursuers lit up arrows and sent two last volleys of flaming arrows after their prey. Jan and Trepat were wounded, but they were still able to march on as they pulled out the arrows. However, some of the small bushes nearby caught fire and now the reinforcements which were streaming out of the two forts behind had a clear indication as to where they had to march to.At last they all reached the edge of the forest. Behind them, on the field between the city and the forest, there were now dozens of torches moving towards them. It was clear, that there was no time to rest yet, and they set of into the wood.For hours, they marched in silence and they waded through a small stream and passed around any deep underbrush they encountered in order to leave as few tracks as possible. The morning came and they all felt tired and exhausted. Staying awake in the grey morning light became a struggle on top of having to march on. Even though all of them would have loved to close their eyes and embrace the realm of dreams, they had set their minds on reaching the small river to the west first. There, on the other side in the high grass, they could settle down- should any of their pursuers approach them there, then they would have to cross the river first-giving the friends ample time to either fight or run.However, as they marched and rode through the wood, that goal was still at least a day's march away. Their feet carried them on and some of them fell into a halfwake state as they trudged on.Around noon, they reached a glade. The sun was shining down at them, but they were hardly aware of their surroundings. Suddenly, behind bushes around them, six undead stood up. They were all wearing light armor and they were holding bows. Each of them shot an arrow at the group, injuring Niklas, Jan and Trepat and before the heroes could react, they dropped their bows and pulled out a long- and a shortsword each.As the friends pulled out their weapons, the undead rangers had approached and started the melee.</blockquote>

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