“It was an ugly and cloudy day and we decided to rest in a grove and easy our load (those wine barrels are heavy when full, you know) when we were suddenly jumped upon by some stench ridden undead creatures of foul Nehekharan necromancy. Things looked as bright as a stone thrown from the sling of a shepherd caved the skull of one of the tomb guardians. This is Russo's personal sheep flock you evil things, he said as he disappeared amidst the trees. Taking advantage of the confusion we roared forward and managed to score. The guys were happy but it was suddenly proven that most of that happiness was induced by too much easing of weight, specially the 'big chunk of meat' that looked more often than not how his comrades were hit in drunken stupor. The khemrians proceeded to bash his way to score the equalizer and blitzed before we reacted. Only the blood lust of the undead allowed us to manage the draw as the humans fell one after the other like flies. The priest we hired seems to know his trade and healed Lapzig from a deadly wound, unfortunately he was so busy tending him that he could not care about Uli that now walk with a heavy limp.”