Bastian and the rest of his group passed the night without any other bad events. He walked the city gates, who was cracked and broken. The outworlder was tense. What could have prepared the necromancer? Those liches were illusion last night, that's the only reason that they could have won. If they were real, it could have been another level of power to fight, maybe even more then a living nrcromancer. So, was that man, alive or undead? That was a fearful question. If he was alive, it will be easier. Flesh, is easy to discard and his experience is limited by time. But not the undead, he could have gathered centuries of power, and perhaps, have get rid of the three of them in a single spell. Shiver pass througth his body. That was dangerous, and they were still heading for the cathedral.

The young man stopped, making signs to his friends to hide. He looked further ahead. There were shadows, in the distance. How could he could know what it was? He did not have a great eyesight. Crawling in the ruins, covering his suit woth rocks and dust on his knees and elbow, he continued forward. He hided himself behind the part of a fallen house and looked at the shadowy beeings that he have seen from far away. Green or gray skinned, flesh ripped apart, there was only one possibility: Undeads. The same one as last night. So, the necromancer was here too? This was bad. Who knew he had such a great disposable of minions such as this one. The whole city was his.

He had to think about something fast. But what? Going on full charge meant instant death. Going to the cathedral stealthy was the only way possible, taking out those who would see them. But still, they were too easily out numbered, if atleast they could have someone....Anyone. He turned around to his allies. "We'll go out in the dark hoping that they won't see us us. If they do just kill them quick and slick, alright?" He turned back to look on the way that they would have to travel.

Haddod had been sleeping very well at the night and he was in a good mode this day. He did not think like Bastian, he was thinking more like, what would be the best place to aim with the axe to kill those undeads? Maybe to the head, they can´t do much without there head, then to be sure one could break it into pieces to. Anyway this was going to be intresting and maybe fun to.

The dwarf stopped and looked at Bastian, he followed him to hide in the shadows and he to saw the strangers, he could not see much just like Bastian. He did as Bastian and crawled closer, he did not need to cover himself since his clouth had the color of the earth, brown. And he was going to be hard to see even if his enemies could see in the dark.

"We'll go out in the dark hoping that they won't see us us. If they do just kill them quick and slick, alright?"

Haddod looked at Bastian for a moment. "Well mate sounds like an ide to me, but we can´t be sure if they will see us, might have the ability to see in the dark." he said with a low voice. "and I have heard that some undead could have a magic link with there master, well no ide if it is true but it is better to be on the safe side"

It was early morning when she stumbled onto the sleeping travellers. They lay on the ground, sleeping out in the open. She wasn’t sure why they were out here or what they were doing but it wouldn’t hurt to find out. She stepped gracefully between their sleeping bodies and observed the fire pit and footprints. She wings brushed against the ground as she moved, and her dress slide over the dirt. After awhile she disappeared into the brushes but kept her eye on the sleeping bodies.

After an hour or two the group finally rose from their sleeping positions and began to move, she followed them to the city gates, and finally she just followed behind them at a distance instead of approaching them. When the man in front motioned for the rest of his group to hide she followed his directions as well. She ducked into the ruins and watched through the gaps.

“I’m sorry but... I think I’ve missed something.” When they spoke of battle she was curious what she had missed. “If you fill me in... maybe I can help?” She moved closer to the men, revealing herself to them so they wouldn’t think her some threat.

Moe, no longer hiding his apperance since he had already been busted, stood there silently with his arms crossed. He just stood there like a statue and did not move except for some times when he checked his swords and made sure they were sharp.

but we can´t be sure if they will see us, might have the ability to see in the dark

"Curses...and if this necromancer was able to put great illuion like las tnight and creat quickling zombies, he might even be able to give this ablilty..." He turned to the undead patrolling the area, they were not fast. Well, since they saw no prey. "We will have to be care ful from here."

and I have heard that some undead could have a magic link with there master

The eyes of the outworlder widened. Where was settled the limits of necro magic? He clenched his teeth together and kept crawling and to stay hidden from the view of the monsters. If they wanted to still obey their master they should stay away from them. Fire have a devastating effect on rotten flesh. but as soon as he arrived to continued a feminine voice startled him.

I’m sorry but... I think I’ve missed something.

Bastian seems to have missed something too. A bunch of questions bumped in his mind. "Wha-? When..? How...? Wait!" He took a dep breath ad looked carefully at the girl. Hair as balck as the Night, Skin as white as snow. She was beatiful, but seemed a bit young and there was another weird things. She got Wings!?!?"First, who are you? Second, Why are you here? Third, How did you get here withouth us seeing you? Fourth when? and Finally why?" He took a minute to catch his breath. He had spoken too fast.

If you fill me in... maybe I can help?

Number equal power, Bastian thougth. This girl will know. "We are going to the library in this twon, but it's seems under control of a necromancer. He had attacked us last night, and in the end he ran away. So if you join us, perhaps he will have no place to escape." And finally it strucked him. she looked like a dark angel. Something frail about her adding to her charm. It was pretty hard to the outwordler to not look at her. But he shook his head. They had a task at hand.

Nameless regarded the man as he jumped at her sudden appearance. She cocked her head from one side to another as he seemed to come sort of conclusion in his mind and calmed down. She listened quietly to his questions and took a moment to reply. “I don’t really know who I am. I don’t have a name or anything,” The other few questions were easier to answer and she hoped he wouldn’t bother her about her lack of a name. That seemed to surprise people the most. “I was just wandering around and found your camp. I was curious so I followed you. And I don’t have shoes?” She wasn’t sure why they hadn’t heard her come but then again she was trying to stay silent. “Last night. And I was just... curious.” She shrugged.

She nodded firmly at what he said they were doing. Finding a library, and although she wasn’t entirely sure what that was she had offered her help and she wasn’t just going to leave now. She could always ask what a Library was once they were safe... or she’d just find out when they got there. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. “Alright. What do you want me to do?”

"Can you use a weapon, young girl?", Moe asked. "We need all sorts of fighters we can get if we are to get to the library alive. I have faced undeads before, they are not to underestimate". Mogrim noticed the woman was a dark angel aswell, he hated angels, being a half-demon, they often saw him as a "Spawn of the devil" and wished him dead, but a dark angel..? He had never met one before so he had no idea how she'd react to his demonic apperance.