Act I-I: The Village of Mayfield

Long has the day been that the party has ridden since their departure from the city of Khanwohr. Their exploits during the great festival of drinking only a few weeks behind now as they decided to head west into the country of Imprei. The caravan that offered to given them food and ride is bound for the growing village of Mayfield, lying just a day past the borders.
Mayfield, as you've all been told, is a farming village, well on its way to becoming more of a small town as people come to settle there. It's fields are rich and fertile, allowing many a crop to grow and grow well. Orchards, wide fields of wavering grain and barley, corn, and all others are found within the village's vast acreage.
Many nearby settlements, towns, and cities often purchase a great deal of these crops for a swell price. Perhaps the most sought, however, is their fine brews. From their orchards of apples, ciders both sweet and sour are concocted. Ales and beer are threshed from the fields from the golden wheat that grows aplenty. And maybe the best of them all, the "cream of the crop," is their mead, for a great field of apiaries offer various flavors of honey to imbue the bee-wine.
Many whom you ride with also gaze in awe at the oddity that is your band. Two goblins, a kobold, a drow(or dusk elf as they might prefer to be called), and a sentinel of yore. The heroes of the festival ride with them. Much curiosity surrounds them.
All was well under the rising autumnal sun. Until the caravan came to a sudden halt, those in the lead wagon screaming in horror!

From the bird's eye view, Judea can see well ahead of the caravan. Maybe 30 feet ahead lies the first few buildings of Mayfield, while roughly 60 feet ahead lies a building with a small mass of sheep surrounding it. They seem to be headbutting and bashing the walls and door, albeit sluggishly. Additionally, two sheep are only about 15 feet ahead of the lead wagon. They seem to be consuming another as it lies dead and bloody on the ground.

As Prusx attempts to speak with the sheep consuming the one on the ground, she is given no response. They only continue to feast on the flesh of their kin.
As others draw near, one of the sheep raises its head, and the horror is there, plain as day: undeath. Portions of the face are putrid and rotten, some bits have even totally fallen off at some point. The eyes that remain in the sockets are glazed over with only the icy blue hue that many recall about their encounters with the undead.

From the building, a older voice calls out: "Be you passersby or heroes, I cannot tell - but please, either help us deal with these wretched things or run! Another group went another way and we can only pray that they don't kill any more! We've already got wounded in here from their bites!"

The zombified sheep barely register the threats coming to them, but the noise draws their attention to fresh meat.

Round 1 - Start

With swift action, Talyn's strike of radiant energy causes the undead farm animal that was targeted to singe and fall over in a slump. True death has taken the husk.
Meanwhile, G'nark lets ring a dull tone, much like a funeral bell announcing the loss of a life and their imminent burial. The second sheep shudders violently, but managed to remain standing, but very weakly.