2: Return to the Monastery of the Iron God

Horace moves in to swing at the zombie.

Between the overloaded party and the clumsy zombie, the melee continues for some time. You continue to hack away but fail to release the creature of anything vital to its existence. Medwyn, however, darts in just in time to arc his dagger over the head of the dwarf and it sticks in the creature! Perfect shot! But now it has the dagger!

Round Three of Combat

In the tight space created by all of us tryng to hack the zombie apart, the dwarf decides to try a shovel thrust.

Surely this Zombie can die. A few more sword swings should do it.

Wilric keeps moving to find gaps in which to shot the zombie . . .

An arrow hits its target and a zombie collapses to the ground, its energy expended. With the halls clear and treasure still heavy, the party finishes their retreat to the entrance of the monastery. It is still fairly early in the day, getting closer to noon than not. You can either bury the treasure out here, or return to the town for safe keeping. There are other options, of course.

As you look around and weigh options, you notice that Wardhall had fallen back asleep under a stable pile of rubble, and was just now hearing you approach and waking. "Oh, sorry there, I don't know what came over me."

Medwyn offloads his first haul of treasure into the saddlebags of Martha the mule, who looks none too enthused about her increased burden.

Theo helps his comrades load up and secure the treasure to their pack animals, excited to get back to town.

You begin the long travel of returning to the roadhouse by way of the Low Road. Several hours pass before you come across a strange sight indeed; a knight and his retinue standing over a pair of ogres that they had slain. They seem quite occupied with dragging the massive corpses from the road, and don't seem to notice you as you pass. You see the glint of gold as a squire shiftily counts through a pouch that you suspect the knight was unaware of.

You rest for the night not too far from the safe structure, but do so because you recognize the danger of traveling this road at night. Eventually you make it back around noon the following day and find a bustling tavern with many enjoying their ales. You are dirty and tired, and missing two hirelings that seemed to be known around here. The bartender recognizes several of you and gives you a questioning look from across the room.