[Center] [h1] [color=662d91]Ysran Stormreach[/color] [/h1] [/Center] 

The caravan ride seemed to last an eternity. Ysran did the best he could at being patient, and eventually went to his Breath of the Deep spellbook. Suddenly the caravan started gaining speed rapidly.

[i][color=662d91]"You late for somethin'? Why are we going so fast all of the sudden?"[/color][/i]

[i]"Look! There's a huge smoke stack! Somebody might be In trouble."[/i]

[i][color=662d91]"Fair enough. Let's go."[/color][/i]

As the pace picked up, the smoke stack became closer and closer until eventually they made it. 

[i][color=662d91]"Stay here. I'll check it out."[/color][/i] The driver gave a quick nod and Ysran hopped off the caravan. The town was in ruins. Buildings were reduced to rubble, there were scorch marks everywhere. Yet in the middle of it all, stood a figure, surrounded by more, shorter figures. Soon enough the smaller figures scattered, leaving only the taller central one. One of the figures began to almost limp in Ysran's direction. Upon closer inspection, this figure was a rotting corpse, shuffling towards him. Quickly unsheathing his sword, Ysran prepared for a fight. Yet oddly enough, the creature wasn't agressive towards him. It almost seemed... happy to see him. Ysran began to back away slowly as the creature closed in, eventually reaching him. As much as he wanted to cleave this zombie in half, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The creature was within arms reach of Ysran, and stuck out its arm. Reeling back for a strike, Ysran quickly realized that the undead man was simply grabbing the sleeve of his robe, and tugging towards him. Allowing himself to be moved by the creature, he was led to the one central figure. Upon closer inspection, this figure was a robed man, pale, and looked like he was desperately waiting for something.

[i][color=662d91]"Hey, uh... is this yours?"[/color][/i] he said, pointing to the undead man bringing him closer to the man.