The dead crawled forth from the sewers. Crawling and
shambling, several fell to Hedge's blade, but it became immediately clear that
the numbers were unmanageable. A few lucky, clubbing strikes landed as the
party retreated into the nearly solid town-hall-like structure whose bell tower
had held the phantom bell that had called the undead forth. Those that died
turned to vapor that seeped immediately into the ground. The party retreated to
the loft and made a stand until morning, with little more to do than debate
theories once the stairwells were closed off. Hedge used his new cloak to
traverse the rafters in rat form and found a storeroom of old documents that
contained several secrets. The town was once called Coranado's Ferry, and was
both a shipping hub and a tourist destination for wealthy citizens. It had been
presided over by its own mayor. At dawn (around 5am) the bell reappeared
floating high in the tower, and as it tolled seven slow chimes the mass of
bodies withdrew into the ground.
The party left town and headed south, aiming for home, but
on the second day, a well-armed band of mounted gnolls rushed from cover,
barking savage war cries, their nets at the ready.
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