[@Crusader Lord][@Spriggs27][@Ookawa]

The pathway leading up was packed with snow, stacked very lightly in an ever growing pile as the stones rose to form a long walled off pathway. A pathway that had recently been traversed, hoof prints like that of a large mountain goat had come from a single barely hidden cave entrance at the end of the pathway dozens of feet above the Ardent Herald Guildhome. The prints had come from the cave, looped around the outer walls and onto the pathway the three had come from and then made several more loops around the large stone walls but the tracks were nearly covered again in snow.

Several large piles of snow dotted the area around the clearing that looked natural. Suspiciously natural. Almost as if it was a small bush laying blanketed below the snow.


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The Garef have made crude wicker baskets out of hair and bone which are kept in the snow. Large enough for a single garef to hide in and wait to ambush any adventurer unwary enough to approach. 
Poorly armored in bone and leathers, armed with stone axes and spears.

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[@Lucius Cypher]

Like the allies fighting in the servants quarters much higher above them, the Garef at the dragonmouth were equipped with crude weaponry and supported by dozens of undead servants all holding clubs and bones as they shambled forward mindlessly to destroy the threat.
With the initial projectiles soundly deflected of outright shattering on his shield it seemed obvious the enemies were low level. Drastically so. Mr.Stitch and Sew watched the metal clad undead shout a battle cry and resisted the taunt, eyeing the beings hand as a crossbow was leveled and fired. Repeatedly!

"AH, sir knight! A repeater crossbow. Your taste in weaponry is unorthodox for such an armored individual like yourself." Stitch commented from behind, conceding the lead for a moment as the crossbow fired into the crowd of shambling animated corpses.
Many of the quarrels should have lodged into the spongy decaying flesh of the zombies, instead they punched clean holes through the enemy ranks as if they were made of paper. Even glancing blows were enough to tear chunks of their putred flesh right from their bones. 

From behind, Stitch saw his opportunity to aid the warrior and took it, placing a hand lightly on Marchosias' back and shouting the spell. [Blessing of Might: Holy], [Greater reinforce armor], [Blessing of protection]. 
The spells lasted over 20 minutes and granted tremendous buffs to the undead warrior, increasing armor and resistance to debilitating effects like blind and slow while the might buff made all of his attacks deal bonus holy damage.
To the zombies, Marchosias' very touch was now anathema to their undeath.
Thankfully it didn't effect the recipient. 

A dozen Garef warriors leapt from their concealment as the pair marched into the stone tunnels, ambushing from behind and in front as they tried to pincer the two intruders as they rushed forward wielding heavy weapons in both hands.