"The undead, the trees, the leaves, even the ground beneath your feet is suffused with the dead. Unnatural souls trapped in Unnatural bodies. Find my children, the fire conjurers pure of heart deeper in the woods. When you speak in my tongue, they will know you as a friend. You must help them find peace, they have suffered to long. I grant you this boon Alexander, you will not fear these creatures for you walk in my light." And with that Alexander found himself full of courage, the cold of the woods seemed to peel away from him, and he brightly shone with an inner light powerful and strong. "Call for help in my voice child, and My children will come."

It was then that Gwenaël felt a slight rush of air, a warning of what was soon to come.

In the distance, he could make out the silhouette of five large humanoid shadows, and the Ice Bolt's glow illuminated a sixth in the back. He could hear more rustling as their movements woke up the forest, a loud undead din filling the trees.

(Gwenaël, open your post with a dodge, Ice-Bolt headed for your head, 2d4 damage)

(Everyone roll 2d6+wis+1 from Iris' joke telling + 1 from Alexander's aura of Courage: Take -2 to your next roll if 1-6
-1 if 7-9
+1 if 10-12 for being super brave )