People running precariously at us, their skin wrinkly and grey, their eyes empty and their faces as if frozen in shocked expressions. It's clear these are hostile bodies, I can't recall from where but the immediate understanding dawned on me the moment I saw them, undead. Well, in my mind they would walk slower and probably not carry tools in their hands. Three bodies, wearing dirty clothes. No, not dirty, tattered, it's their wounds, what killed them no doubt. One who looks female in a long skirt holding a broom, another man looking undead with a Hoe in his hands, the third is most dangerous with a farming scythe. I take a few steps forward putting me as their first target.

The undead swings his Hoe at me, my sword meets it, held in both hands, and forces it to the ground, then I retaliate with a back swing of my fist, It feels... strong. I hadn't noticed but my hands feel stronger, is it the armor? The undead nose if crooked now and it's face has a slight imprint of my knuckles, if falls to the ground quickly afterward. A scythe swings at me but it's easy to dodge, before it escapes my range I reach for it quickly and grab it, quicker than I thought I could. Aiming the point of the scythe toward the third undead who jumps at me... I let go and back away. I recall the story Rodrick told me, and if goblins have no barely any intelligence or self preservation, these undead have none., and no fear to boot.

Fortunately their lack of intellect means they won't try to surround me, but instead they relentlessly throw themselves and their weapons at me. I won't make the same mistake, I use my sword to cut the scythe the next time I can, now it's just a stick. I feel bad cutting them since they used to be people, but... I need to gather my courage and go. The one holding the broom is sluggish, I move past her attack and cut her ... neck?! no! last second I hold back and slice her right shoulder. I expect blood but instead a gooey black liquid oozez out, her arm is no longer useful, not that she'd surrender. Their tenacity is just what I thought it would be, the hoe wielder is already up for round two, I did underestimate their intelligence I think now that I see the scythe wielder discarded his stick and holds the broken part that still has the sharp part. A few steps back and I am ready to take them once again.

I feel faster, and stronger, It must come from the armor and weapon. No doubt Harry was not kidding when he said monster parts enhance performance. I can already feel stronger, but I think that if I can try to use it like i did the family axe back then, I could maybe out maneuver all three jumping at me all at once and take one out. I take a breath, and try to imagine power flowing to me from the armor, that I am taking it from the armor. My muscles are tense and ready. I leap forward as the three undead march for me, I feel so light and strong. A swing and I manage to cut the hoe wielder in half at the stomach. Even the one with the scythe was hurt in the chest, and the one with the broom was avoided altogether. uggh, I did move a bit too fast and without control ran into the scythe a wound on my arm right where the armor doesn't cover. damn, it hurts. I don't think the undead can feel pain... or anger. I get ready for another lunge and complete the cut along the scythe holder's chest. It falls, and black ooze pours out from his chest, and probably what looks like remnants of internal organs.

"...turn them back to dust and let their body return to the cycle!" Guy's voice is raised behind me, a flash of light shoots from behind me and hit's the female undead. Maybe they actually do feel pain, it looked like she struggles. She then falls down on her knees, her skin turns to dust but not too deep,. What gross skin she had now looks decayed and decomposed, I look back the priests. Gregory is skimming though a book hurriedly, the third one is talking to the carriage driver and Guy is holding a book and looking me straight in the eyes "Finish her! quickly!" I look back at the undead, she looks like what an old hag would look if her body was emptied of her soul and only her anger was left inside. She puts one leg up, it seems she's not finished... It feels odd, but I must do this. With both hands I strike he down, cutting her head of with my sword. my sword is painted black and drips the gooey substance. I... um... I don't want to be disrespectful but I kneel to rub it off with the dead woman's skirt.

The carriage hurries off, the hooded priest is left there with a couple of big bags. Guy and Gregory walk up to me.

"Are they really dead?" Gregory nervously asks.

"They were dead, then undead, now they're... re-dead?" I try to answer him. "That one doens't have anything below his torso anymore, so I think at least he's safe."

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"That's not good enough." Guy proclaims. "Gregory, I'll turn them to ash, you'll heal Fren."

"Umm... maybe you should heal him, I think you'd do a better job."

"My book is already on the page, not only that but for you to find it in yours it would take another hour. Just heal him, you know the prayer."

I just noticed, they all carry books chained to their belts. Gregory opens his book and looks for a page, in the mean time Guy screams to the other priest. "Lisa! put down the supplies and come help me.

The third priest walks up and her face is finally visible even with her hood on, it's a girl. "Not like these undead are moving anywhere. What would we eat if the supplies spoil, huh?"

"Actually, it's re-dead." Gregory cheerfully corrects her, but is quickly scolded by Guy.

"Stop joking around and focus of healing Fren."

Gregory pouts a bit but returns to his normal smiling face soon enough, he finally found the page he was looking for. He then extends his hands and says "Our lord Mythos, who cycles souls and mends souls and brings us to oneness and salvation, heal the maimed and the wounded and the hurt and the ill and give them salvation and kindness. Heal our body... umm, heal our body and spirit and give rest to our struggles. With powers of miracles and life's creation, Mend!"

After he reads that from his book, a soothing sensation in my shoulder tingles. It no longer hurts, and the bleeding stops, it feels like my skin stretches and the wound closes. After a minute it's mostly healed, only a small clot remains, it looks like I dinged my arm on the doorway instead of got hit by a scythe wielding undead. "Incredible! what was that?"

"Ohh... it was nothing." Gregory smiles bashfully "Ohh you know, a little prayer magic, it's the least I could do for helping us deal with this undead situation." he waves his hand in a melodramatic fashion.

"You only spent too long looking for a prayer to turn the undead to dust. The least you could do it apologize for being useless." Lisa says, making Gregory pout again and Guy chuckle mid-prayer.

"Well, at least I tried, you didn't even do that. And take off the hood, it's a nice sunny day!"

"No way! it's too sunny, I like the soothing darkness of the hood. The sun is too bright and gets in my eyes."

"People would wonder how you even got to become a priest."

They make some banter, it's quite fun to listen to, and a bit endearing.

"You get it, Fren, don't you?" huh? how am I included.

"If you both have time for a comedy act come and help me, we still have another corps and a half to return to dust." Guy scolds them both.

All three continue and soon enough the corpses and black ooze are a distant memory, only some smears on their cloths, even my sword is cleaner.

"So... did you guys expect this when we got here?" I ask

"Well, we knew the town was under danger of some undead attack, but to think they'd already be here..." Guy answers.

"I sent the driver on his way back to tell the others. maybe they'll move up the reinforcements." Lisa adds

"Either way, we need to find a place to rest and be safe before night falls and this place would truly be overrun with these."

Guy might be right, if this was undead during the day, I can only imagine what it would look like at night. If video games taught me anything... uughh, my head hurts, and there it is again. Video games, I forgot about I thought about it before, what is it? where is it from?

"There should be a small keep for the lord, right? what would be better? that or the church?"

"The keep, no doubt, the church here is just a house like any other. Not like the big cathedrals in the capital."

Guy and Gregory decided, and Lisa and I accept, it's off to the lord's keep before night falls. We should be able to meet the lords forced who defended and hopefully, their reinforcements are as strong as they say they are, to my understanding it's just one paladin but it's one that's very strong, even for a paladin. I don't quite understand a lot about it but on the way I spoke with Gregory and company, they explained what they know as priests about Mythos, I could hardly focus, I can't help but feel like I had something important to think about, it's on the tip of my tongue yet so irritatingly out of reach. I also remember walking alongside Dan on my vary first day in this world. He explained what little he could about Mythos, Ironic that he died so that I can have a similar conversation with someone else in his body, sickeningly ironic. Mythos is apparently the god of the ground and the entire world. Most people worship him even though he's dead in their religion, but they make it sound like nobody worships any other god too while Dan told me plenty of people worship deity of the sun, so I'll hold off on deciding anything. All along the way Gregory gave me some mischievous smirks, He was apparently impressed by my fight with the undead but I feel like there's something else he's holding back.

Anyway were here, it's almost midday but we arrive at the big brick-made building with huge doors, both of which are broken and inside moving shadows. hmm... I don't know if coming here was the best Idea.