This week our session was another "filler" with one member absent due to Cakebowl and another leaving the group for RL reasons (thief). However, we also gained a new member - a Human Psionic!
This week saw our adventurers - Dragonborn Paladin; drunken Dwarf Cleric; Drow Stormsoul Sorceror; Drow Thief; and an NPC Human Fighter - continue their exploration of Farnsborough. Previous sessions had seen them come to the aid of the previousl-mentioned NPC in the cellar of his own Inn, after ransacking what was upstairs in an effort to discover what has been occurring. Prior to this they had saved another lonely soul in the abandoned Temple of Pelor after fighting of a small horde of Zombies.
Thus, our adventurers entered the Town Hall in order to discover what has been happening from the public records. Upon entering the Town Hall our Paladin discovered someone had beaten them to it. This mysterious individual soon identified himself as Quinn Enether, a former student of History who has instead left his studies in order to discover more about the world on a first-hand basis. After a thorough grilling by the group, he joined the party. This required no persuasion as night has now fallen and the Dragonborn, now standing watch outside, detected evil on the wind and noticed (Perception check) that there were less corpses to be found in the Market Square than had earlier been.
Our group then gathered up the documents between them and proceeded to the Stables/Market/Smithy in order to locate some tack and harness to hich the Dragonborn the the cart that the Innkeeper/retired-fighter generously provided. Whilst searching the Smithy, they stumbled upon a locked chest amongst the Blacksmith's possessions. The Drow thief opened it but was not adeopt enough to avoid the gnomish-cock-punch-trap and was left a writhing ball of pain on the floor while the others in the group inspected its contents.
Inside they found a knuckleduster and a black dagger. The knuckleduster is mundane, ad the Paladin declared his need for this. However, the black dagger is magic and the Stormsoul Sorcerer's closer inspection revealed something was staring back at him from within...
They were startled from their reverie by the insane shrieks and cackling of someone outside... calling them out to confrontation. Upon emerging from the Smithy, they were confronted by a swollen Zombie horde being directed by a small cloaked figure. The Paladin, in his haste to destroy evil charged immediately for the cloaked figure, who nimbly retreated behind a wall of zombies. The Paladin destoryed what he could but was soon dragged down by the sheer numbers around him and proceeded to be bludgeoned by the wall of moaning, decaying flesh around him.
Meanwhile, the remainder of the group hung back and attempted to blast the masses apart. The Sorceror arttempted to channel his spell through the Black Dagger, missing his intended quarry but drawing attention to himself as the cloaked figure recognised it for what he was searching for and directed the masses at the group, leaving the Paladin restrained by the few remaining Zombies.
Eventually, being driven back into the Smithy so that they could handle the horde piecemeal as it was funnelled through the doorway. Seeing that this could take a while, the group set fire to the Smithy, using coals from the furnace and bellows, seeking to escape in the commotion. The Cloaked figure made his way through the masses, skirting carefully around the enraged Paladin, to claim his prize. Upon reaching the smithy, the cloaked figure came face-to-face with the Sorceror and was identified as being Abercrombie, the grave-digger/caretaker whom they had saved only recently from the zombies in the Temple.
A sneak attackby the Thief almost struck him down. Realising his apparent danger, Abercrombie used a scroll of teleportation, and unfortunately for our Rogue he was caught int its area of effect, being zipped from the danger of a collapsing, burning building along with Abercrombie the Necromancer.
With their master's influence suddenly absent, the horde of zombies disintegrated where they stood. This allowed our group to escape the burning building and consolidate near the wagon, upon which were the stores from the Inn. Once informed of their intents to hitch the Dragonborn to pull the cart, the Paladin flew into a rage, igniting the cart along with the ale and supplies. The group then gathered their singed belongings, in the nick of time. It was only then that they realised that the Innkeeper/ex-fighter had been a victim of the horde.
Next session our group must choose a direction in which to travel and begin answering the long list of questions concerning the Where; Why; Who; What; and How of the present, and also during their stasis.