[h2]Gisela[/h2]

Offering minor healing as she moved forwards, Gisela was struck by a horrible sense of [i]foreboding.[/i] It was almost like the feeling she got if she hadn't cast anything for a while, but... delayed. Like it was all too late, and everything was [i]external[/i] rather than internal. The feeling of a storm breaking, but distinctly less... natural. If she had to guess... something magical had happened. On its own, that wasn't a surprise, they were pursuing [i]necromancers[/i], rituals were only to be expected, but this didn't sit right for a cult that had been so wantonly throwing its men away...

"There's been magic at work, commander. Not just raising zombies," the mage said, eyes flicking from side to side. The lingering feeling wasn't going [i]away,[/i] just what had happened down there?