*Guess who forgot her camera last Wednesday. The cell phone pictures are fine for Twitpics, not really worthy of the blog, though.*
Fario and Felian, the half-elf brothers, decided to join us deeper in the jungle, in pursuit of the undead and the cleric with the scar. As we walked along, Fario told us that Merthan, the leader of the Striders of Fharlanghn, had arrived in Kingfisher Hollow. It will be good to compare notes back at MacTavicks. It seems that the Striders are also searching for the Thirteen.
It felt good to get out of Cauldron. It’s been a busy couple of days, what with assassination attempts, arson and jail time. It’s good to be on the road again. According to the Herald, Kingfisher Hollow is having serious undead issues. Although I wouldn’t admit this to my friends, I’m thankful to have a chance to smite some undead. I have felt a disconnect with Pelor and doing his good work will, I hope, bring me back into his full light.
Kingfisher Hollow is Ian’s hometown — we promised to help him. And we had a chance almost immediately.
As we crossed a bridge over Red river, we saw a misty form in the distance. Sadi, with her archer’s eyes, saw that it was a ghostly woman.
When she said that, I could suddenly see the human form inside the mist. I turned to my friends. “How do you fight a ghost?” Various patted my arm. “They are just as undead as zombies, sweetie. Just do your little sunshine hoo-ha and they will go Poof!” My fingers tightened around my symbol of Pelor. “Hoo-ha? You know this is powerful –” Myntilly snapped her fingers. “There are more of them. Let’s move.”