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Nimue listened patiently to the words of the wizard Mulad. She was late, a golden knight had shown the way to the ruined tavern, where the ill fated party of heroes were gathered. Their world was in grave danger, the dark forces of the Mad King grew stronger every day. This quest to find a mystical rod in the canyon of the Gods was their only hope, a flickering light to banish the shadows. The odds seemed impossible, but Nimue believed the world could still be saved. The young woman kept her eyes glued to the visage of the wizard, as everywhere else she looked bodies lay strewn about or were pinned to the walls, pierced by spears and other weapons. It was a gruesome sight, especially for one used to solitude and the peaceful tranquility of stone temples. Nimue had seen her fair share of wounds, severed limbs and oddly placed joints. She wasn't a stranger to gore, sometimes even death when someone was beyond healing. Yet in all her time at the Sisterhood she had never experienced death and destruction on this scale.

The wizard Mulad believed each of them had a part to play. Nimue let her gaze wander past each face, some made her raise her eyebrows in surprise, others awakened her curiosity. There were two elves, one much harder to distinguish than the other, who was decisively more elven looking. She briefly wondered about that difference before she moved on to perhaps the most frightening member of the party. He was easily twice her size, looking more beast than man. Nimue was grateful he was on their side. There was a woman of shorter statue, at first Nimue thought her to be of dwarven descent, but the features didn't quite match. A tall and aged knight who inspired her sense of wonder, he was different to any other knights she'd seen, but she couldn't tell why exactly. There was something about his grey untamed hair and hawk like gaze that spoke of a life before the armor. 

Standing a little farther away were a young man and woman who both looked closer in age to her. Before she had time to study the remainder of the party and wonder about their origins she felt the air grow heavy. It took her a moment to recognize what was happening, the pressing force of dark magic weighing down on her. The corpses around them began to twist and turn, groaning painfully. They were being pulled back to the land of the living in a cruel and unforgiving way. The wizard instructed the party how to defend themselves. One of the risen wasted no time to usher in their destruction, coming towards her, grasping at the air. Nimue struggled to remain focused, still overwhelmed by the sensation of the magic that caused this mass resurrection. The stone inside her circlet began to glow faintly, but she couldn't manage a spell fast enough. She stepped back out of the way when a sudden blast of light obliterated the head of the undead, Nimue nodded gratefully to the wizard Mulad. 

"Thank you.."

The party scattered, some followed the knight outside, others took up a vantage point for long distance attacks. The inn was still crawling with the undead, but if every corpse had truly been reawakened then it would be no better outside. The lack of space was working against the ones who remained inside. Nimue evaded a couple of aimless swings by stepping out of the way, letting the undead be defeated by their own clumsiness. That tactic however did not last for long. They were getting smarter, grabbing the legs of broken chairs, the remains of a glass bottle, just about anything they could find to bolster their attacks. 

Nimue felt trapped. The inn was chaotic and there was little room to move without being faced with the undead, whom by now had all managed to stand up and walk around with purpose. This was not looking good. They had to fight back somehow. Her mind was racing and her heart was beating fast, she struggled to remain calm. She lowered her hood and quickly looked at her surroundings. There were no doors she could slam shut to keep them out, most of the undead just rose up from the floor. The bar area was relatively clear, something the halfling man was making good use of. 

She allowed a quick glance in his direction, spotting the potions he was preparing. He was probably some kind of alchemist, Nimue didn't recognize most of the ingredients he used, but then again she wasn't paying close attention. The undead were getting closer when she heard him ask for the Angel's feather herb. She had some in her bag, but there was no time to search and take it out. Nimue slung the bag over her head and tossed it at the potion maker. 

"There is some in there!" She called out to him.

Nimue focused her attention on the undead who was closest to the bar and stretched out her arm towards it holding her right hand up like a claw. The stone in her circlet started to glow brightly and the undead began to convulse as strands of a white shimmering fog started to seep out of its body. The life energy she was absorbing was gathering in her other hand, palm outstretched. A sphere of energy was quickly taking shape. She breathed in and out slowly, feeling she was going beyond the limits of the spell, but right now she needed as much energy as she could. When the undead fell the the floor, it barely managed to crawl under a table, as opposed to the others who were swinging wildly at the remainder of the group. 

Nimue let the sphere float in front of her, spreading out her arms which caused it to split into multiple small spheres. They floated in the air like fairy lights, before launching themselves at the undead with a blinding speed. Whenever they made contact with the head of the undead, they simply turned into dust. The spell had managed to take out the closest ones, taking care of any immediate threat her and the potion maker. Soon however they would be replaced.