[b]Inner City, near the rope bridge to the Cultivator's plateau[/b]

While Chancellor Tero and the acolyte were almost back to the plateau by the rope bridge, they heard the rowdy shouts and cries of a group of soldiers. The cultivators stopped in their tracks and the acolyte let out a hasty whisper: "Oh goddess, is that Nazarenes or the guard?"

Chancellor Tero simply said, "Neither.", as Davos's squad of mercenaries bounded the city block. One of the mercenaries shouted out: "Look it's a couple of those priests!", and a few other members of the squad parroted him. 

One of the mercenaries towered over the rest and called out: "Priest! We heard you need some help cracking Nazarene skulls." 

The chancellor replied in a shaken voice: "Of-f course! We could a-always use more assistance!"

As the mercenary crowd marched forward, the large man's features became visible in the moonlight: while the rest of the mercenaries were no slouches, this man muscles seemed to ripple, he had a bushy black beard, and his bald head shone in the moonlight. He flashed the priest a flashing grin: "Lighten up priest! This is going to be a cakewalk." 

The acolyte quickly whispered to Tero: "Are you mad! You are going to let those [i]brutes[/i] onto the plateau!" 

The acolytes protests were cut off with a glare from the Chancellor: "We don't have much choice in the matter! I want you to wait by the rope-bridge and direct any more help we can get to the Great Temple, are we clear?" The acolyte responded with a simple nod, and stood by the bridge as the chancellor followed the crowd of mercenaries.

[b]Cultivator's Plateau[/b]

Marton the Fat watched the feast before him with a sense of dread. The cultivators gathered pitchforks, kitchen knives, and whatever they could find as weapons. Marton simply thought that this should not be. Feasts were a time of joy and mirth, not whatever [i]this [/i]is. He simply wished life could be like how it was a few hours ago, with no talk of bloodshed and necromancy. His wishes were not to be, as Davos and his crew burst into the dining hall. The crew was met with a series of gasps and murmurs, but Davos paid little mind to that. He wiped off some of the blood of his blade as he addressed the cultivators: "Why hello there priests! We're here to kill some fookin' Nazarene scum!" 

One cultivator in the crowds shouted out: "How dare you trespass on Plenora's sacred ground!" 

The crowd of cultivators echoed this statement with angry murmurs as Davos protested: "You ungrateful little shi-"

The chancellor frantically interrupted Davos which earned him a glare from the mercenary captain: "Do not worry brothers and sisters! I have invited this man, Davos and his company onto the plateau to help us eliminate the undead lurking on the plateau." The crowd seemed to agree, and the hostility died down somewhat.

Marton finally spoke up: "You vouch for these men chancellor Tero?"

"Of course Liason."

Marton's dour look was replaced by a hearty smile as he shouted: "Well then Davos! I shall throw you a feast in your honor when this is over!" Marton clambered down the stairs to the lower part of the hall while he shouted out to the crowd: "Enough cowering in our temple! We will suffer these unnatural defilers to live no longer!" The fat man stopped at the bottom of the stairs, his face flushed red and shouted: "Remember my brothers and sisters, we have nothing to be afraid of! Plenora protects!"

The cultivators echoed in a deafening roar: "PLENORA PROTECTS!" The cultivators ran out of the grand temple in a stampede, and the mercenaries followed suit. The dead moaned while stumbling around in the cultivators' fields. The lone dead were easily picked off by the mercenaries at range, or were swarmed by a sea of zealots. As the cultivators ran through the fields, they found a group of undead surrounding a necromancer. The necromancer was met with a sea of insults from the zealots. They called him defiler, a disappointment to Plenora, and several other things. The necromancer responded by speaking in an ancient tongue and flinging a bolt of black lightning through the crowd. The mob seemed to lose faith that they would succeed for a moment, but their faith was restored when one of them shouted: "DO NOT FEAR DEATH! PLENORA PROTECTS!" The rest of the crowd echoed "PLENORA PROTECTS!" as they charged the crowd of undead. Davos shouted to his squad: "To the left men! LEFT!" His squad wheeled around the mob of zealots crashing into a sea of undead while peppering them with arrows. The mob of zealots were making little headway, as their fallen would rise again as undead, but they served as a suitable distraction for Davos. He shouted to his men: "Halt and take aim!" The squad halted, as they had a line of sight on the necromancer and did as they were told. Davos shouted: "Open fire!" The squad of mercenaries fired a volley into the swarm of zombies. Many of them dropped like flies, and Davos was able to get a shot at the back of the necromancer's head. As the necromancer fell, the crowd cheered and shouted "PRAISE PLENORA!" The mob of zealots stabbed the dead necromancer with their pitchforks and lit him alight, while they shouted: "DO NOT LET THE DEFILER RETURN!" The cultivator's plateau was cleared.