The3 screaming in the village had stopped, restoring the quiet once more. The cold mist covered it completely, freezing houses and ponds wherever it went. From the grey clouds came shambling figures, walking, limping or dragging their way uphill towards the mage's tower. In the distance, near the chapel, the occasional flash of lightning or a fireball could be see, shortly followed by a shock- and soundwave.

The horde of shambling figures rapidly reached and surrounded Reverin's tower. The wards on the fence did their work to good effect, destroying many of the figures after but a single touch, but they were rapidly getting weaker as more and more pushed in. The weaker parts of the shielding soon vanished completely, a bunch of corpses falling inside the perimeter to continue their way towards the tower.

A much larger figure emerged from the ranks of the undead. Easily mistaken for a large knight from afar, [url=http://i.imgur.com/sGgJVDs.jpg]the figure[/url] had no face when one saw it up close. Clad in ancient armour and wielding a massive two handed sword with a glowing inscription on the field, the figure stepped  through the wards in the fence with nary a flinch, lightning arcing across the metal and into its long white beard.

When it saw Keystone, the figure hefted its massive sword with one arm, pointing it at the monk:

[i]"You stole my Kaylee. You will die."[/i]