"None? Alright then. Gather up and stay close, everyone."
The axe was lengthy, probably about the size of the average human. In your possession, however, it could be easily wielded with one hand. It seemed to be made of some rather sturdy steel and wood as well, as it was able to deflect a blow from your club and come out unscathed.
Greaeme followed in the rear of the group, staying careful to stay within the barrier.
Upon entering the city, you can feel the immensely powerful dark magic that permeates the air around you, so much so that it makes it almost difficult to breath. A dreadful feeling of unease grips you too, as you travel past the clearly abandoned shops and houses, and yet can still hear the sounds of people chattering and shouting, and the sound of metal striking metal. You begin to see visions too, of events long past. Ghostly apparitions, playing out their lives for you like actors in a theater. Various events from various times begin to appear before you. Images of men and women shopping, and talking, and even doing ghastly, unspeakable things in corners and alleyways where nobody is looking. These are the daily lives of a doomed people.
You follow the trail of bodies to the point where the mercenaries have convened. They seem to be gathered around the mage, figuring out what to do next.
The mage seemed to be laying out plans for the group to invade the lair of the necromancer that had caused all this chaos. He tapped lightly on a hatch, making mention of the doubtless infestation of undeath that lay below.
