Misfirings from my Neurons

A chill races through the bodies of Paksennarion, Richard and their companions as the phantom drifts into the village square. Driven by a taste for the essence of life, the Unlife entity is surrounded by a swirl of souldevouring Unfire.

The priest of Aule, Dwalin, pales as the phantom moves in his direction. Shield held ready and gathering the power of his God, the dwarf backs toward the protective prayer expanding outward from about Paksennarion the paladin. Will her power be sufficient to keep the undead at bay. Dwalin certainly hopes so...