"Ha! I will not doubt you again, comrade!"
"I imagine any normal person would be a lot more than nauseous after eating a whole pig."
"Not too fast, my lad, or everyone will hear your bones clacking."
"Nothing in particular, I'm just remarking at how poorly you've hidden it. You could at least cast some sort of stone skin spell on yourself."
The troop arrives at the village, with you at the helm. The screaming and moaning had grown loader and loader in your ear until you had nearly become deaf. You could see the shambling undead, strewn out before you. They wandered about the hazy misty, broken ruins of the village with no motivation or intent, but you could sense their murderous instinct from a mile away. The captain asks, in a hushed tone, that everyone stay calm and get into formation. They quickly do so. hoping the clinking of their weapons wont alert the monstrosities around them. They form a loose box formation, having those with melee weapons form a tight shield around the archers and the mage. The two Halberdiers stood just behind the main line, their Halberds poking out so as to stick any of the horrid creatures that attempt to charge the line.
"It's worked against the stupid, and the unobservant. I am neither. Inquisitors especially so. I do not fear your kind, skeleton. I know you are not the way you are by your own choice, but my attitude is few and far between. Now, I am a fair man. I won't let a kind skeleton such as yourself go without aid. I will help you future travels by giving you a trinket of mine that will hide your appearance, but, as with anything, you must do something for me in return."
"It's quite simple, my boney friend. I want you to bring me a specimen. One of the 'Illithids', as scholars have taken to calling them. They are the legendary denizens of the island of R'lyeh. No mortal man has been able to bring back one of those damn things, as they've always had their head fried by the creature's mind blasts. But you, my companion, are in a very unique circumstance. Your body is held together by black magic, without any need for a brain. These creatures have no power over you!"
"Good, good... You'll be helping advance magical research more than you'll ever know, friend.
You smash into the first ghoul you see, sending it flying with one swing of your mighty club. As was expected, these actions alert all the undead around you, their unholy blood lust sending them into a frenzy against you. The mercs stay in formation, seemingly ready to let you take the fall, or help you if the situation absolutely calls for it.
"Good, good... If you can pull this off, you'll be helping arcane and bestiary research more than you could ever know. On top of your reward, you'll be lauded as a hero among the studied world. Just don't go getting devoured by any void beasts."
You plunge towards the hellish sight before you, leading just ahead of the mercs you've only just met. They don't seem all too happy about the task at hand, but they seem to be sucking up their fear decently enough. With your brisk pace, your arrive at the town after not more than thirty minutes. The horrid hamlet is even worse up close, as the stench of death threatens to turn your nose inside out, and moaning and groaning of unholy abominations would make weaker men rip their ears off. The miasma that stood over the town now lurks just in front of you, impairing your vision and making it difficult too see the village clearly.
Like a whirlwind of mayhem, you smash into the attacking ghouls, crushing them or sending them flying with your great strength. The air around you became thick with the release of necromantic energy, but in your battle frenzy, it did little to effect you.
