The adventurers takea well-earnt rest. The next day, Tergaron is fortified for the oncoming horde. Spiked walls and a ditch is swiftly dug. The traitorous Priest, Gerald Whitely, is searched for, but it seems he has already fled west!
With the civilians bunkering in the Monastery, the Guards, some well-trained Monastery Monks, and the party of adventurers wait for the inevitable army of Zombies to reach them at nightfall.
As the sun sets, the first of the shambling horde is seen. Hundreds of them soon descend on the defenders, and battle is met. Fireballs are flung, arrows fall, and numerous undead are bought low. Amongst the chaos, an individual is spotted. With decaying skin, the Half-Elf Thorkel is amongst the undead horde. Like the rest of the undead, he is also killed, this time a permenant, second death.
The defenders near victory, with only a few Zombies left, when a burst of magic is felt. The unmoving corpses of the Zombies start moving, clumping together, forming some nightmare-creature made of the bodies of the fallen.
The Avatar of Virulos raises up and smashes throug the defence.
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