Merideath at Taren Mill

((this came from an RP wrightup from a raid on Taren Mill by the Order of Illumination which happened some time ago))

Merrideath froze as the sentry passed bye, he didn’t notice her. The town was in utter chaos bodies lying every where & the air was thick with smoke, from her hiding place she could see the front door to the church, which had obviously seen the worst of the fighting. The doors where splintered & hanging off their hinges & the stinking bodies of the undead guards were piled waist high outside, the stench of blood & excrement were so strong that not even the smoke from the burning buildings could mask it.

‘Get to the church girl’ Vaknor had said, ‘The Lord Militant was last seen there’

If Macloren was still alive, he was being very quiet about it, not at all like him thought Merrideath.

She slipped from the shadows behind the sentry clamping one hand over her victims mouth & in one fluid motion slid her dagger between his ribs & into the blackened heart behind, the sentry gave one rattling sigh & went limp in his arms. Merrideath lowered him softly to the ground & pulled her dagger free. Making sure there was no one around she darted silently into church.

Inside, the church was a charnel house. Bodies of undead lay together with the Paladins of the order many locked in a macabre embrace at the point of their final demise. How in the name of Uther was she going to find Macloren?

‘Mac?’ she hissed into the church. ‘You in there?’ nothing stirred in the darkness. She began searching the bodies of the fallen Paladins recognising many of them from her time serving as Vaknor’s agent.
‘Poor bastard’ she whispered to one particularly young dead Paladin she found.

Something stirred behind her.

Merrideath spun around, blade in hand. Poised to strike.

With a groan Macloren heaved himself out from under a pile of undead guards, he looked terrible. Drenched in gore with his armour dented & torn. At some point during the fight, he had lost his eye patch & Merri could see the mass of old scar tissue where his eye used to be. He staggered & fell again, slipping in the rank blood that covered the floor.

‘Come on you stupid bugger’ sighed Merrideath in relief ‘let’s get you out of here’.