Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160718025616

The mention of the word "undead," a pall lowers over the group. There is a silence, then all begin speaking at once.

"That's impossible," says Bale, "The undead no longer exist!  They haven't for almost a thousand years!"

"We are quite aware of what has happened to the Harpies, Praetor," says Tessaeba.

"Indeed.  And that is what we are currently attempting to discern," says Adelaide. "Lord Bale does not want to risk an excursion.  He fears that splitting his forces will leave the capital underdefended."

"I don't feel, I know!" He snaps. "And if your pet Doctor were here, he would tell you the same!"

"Watch yourself, Bale," says Melandil evenly, "The good Knight is not some fool the Doctor hired on a whim.  He lives here, has battle experience, and has as much stake in his claim as we all." Melandil turns to Praetor. "Upon your advice, Sir Praetor, what could have caused this?  You are from the Order.  How could this have happened?"