Alionna Silentread
The Priestess walked through the desolated town were only the undead roamed, mindlessly, they shuffled along with the sole purpose of satisfying an unquenchable hunger. 'Poor, wretched thing,' she thought as she reduced another unholy creature to ash. It was the only aid she could offer the walking dead.
This scene was becoming more of a normality, she had already traveled through three other villages like this and only a hand full of survivors ever made it out before the wretched betrayer, Sven, could turn them into his army of undead. If things continued as they were, Sven would have an army of endless dead and be twice the threat the demon lord ever was. It had only been a month since the campaign to over throw the bastard king, however, the now titled "Tyrant" was growing in power razing everything in his path. Alionna had been with Sven and his allies for some time before the over throw of the demon lord but she had not sense Sven turn to the dark arts. Every time she thought back to those days she questioned herself if she ever noticed the signs or if she just ignored them.
Alionna was deep in thought and hadn't noticed the growing number of undead gathering, though they were weak compared to the demons she was more accustomed to fighting, they still had a rather large number and a singular purpose. The cleric's attention now on the creatures before grabbed the holy symbol that hung around her neck and began to whisper a spell from underneath her hood. Divine energy pooled above the undead and as the spell came to its peak the elven woman clenched her hand into a fist then slammed it down like a hammer. A column of holy flames descended on the group of undead turning the creatures to ash.
"Dust-to-dust," Ali remarks as the holy flames burned at the defiled earth.
The Cleric was suddenly was hit with the pain of the demon's curse that had marked her over a decade ago. She had gone far too long with out tending to the scarred flesh and the agony was becoming too much for her to continue to ignore. Alionna gritted her teeth together and placed her hand over her face as the surge of pain washed over her. The elven woman took a deep breath and pushed through her torment, she would need to take refuge soon to care for cursed skin.
The Priestess of Sarenae had wondered farther into town, this time she had placed a spell of warding on herself that would repel unholy creatures. She scolded herself for not doing it before she had entered the town. Alionna continued on her path, there was a rumor of a gathering that was supposed to take place in this blighted village. A minute had passed and she seemed to come across the center of the village, with a rather suspicious looking statue, however, she was no expert on art. She then noticed the group of people that had gathered under the statue, it was then that she felt the foul presence of demons. Her eyes narrowed at the group, she noticed not all of them were demonic. It was too late to turn back now, she surmised that the group already knew of her presence thanks to the column of divine fire she had rained down from the sky.
Alionna stood back, her hood covering most her face, she waited for the group to react to her. Hopefully if the demons were here to attack the gathering she could unite with the others and take them down.