Gimbly placed the bottle with the holy water carefully into one of his bags and headed off
towards his first destination...the graveyard of Cove. He had fought against the deadies for
to long to be afraid from Žem anymore but he never cleansed a cemetary with holy water or such
thingens from the church. Not that he was afraid of it but Gimbly never was to close to the church
and their disciples and so he wasnt sure if the water did what it was supposed to do. Maybe the water
wasnt holy but unholy and he was to summon a mighty demon with it. Gimbly suddenly felt unease
but tryed not to think about such things and concentrated himself on his goal...
"Maybe the Squire was a undead himself ?.. Bahh im not afraid of .. hell ..better be carefull",
he thought while he entered the graveyard....
The first undeads charged on Gimbly as he reached the center of the yard. More and more charge at him from all sides.
" The resistance was more than expected.. do the feel the power of the holy water ? Or are these the signs
of an upcoming unholy ceremony "
Gimbly thoughts spinned around and weakened his fighting abilities so much that he nearly got stroke down
by a lich and his minions but he managed to seperate it from the rest and ended its perverted undead life.
Or at least once again as nayone knows for sure how many times the undeads raised again and again to curse the lands.
After he had slayn every single undead in the surrounding area Gimbly entered the Crypt and started the ceremony..
It was a weight off his mind as he finally finished his prayer and was still alive. He secured the bottle
in his bag again and continued his sacred journey to the Vesperian graveyard. It was quite a long way
but Gimbly was used to Žem long marches from the days in the mercenary company.
He reached the cemetary a few hours later and was about to enter through the maingate as a strage man
on a transparent horse approached him. He was dressed in dark leather and his voice was more like a death rattle.
But even the stranger didnt act hostile at all Gimbly felt slightly unease. The stranger and Gimbly
talked bout rather trivial things, the Coven colour of Gimbly armour, his misson from the church,
the transparent steed and a Baron Towhand.. Towhatever.. a name Gimbly never heared before.
According to the stranger some man from the church. Talking about the church the stranger changed in some way.
Gimbly saw him straighten in his saddle and tighten the grip with his boney fingers around the reins.
Gimbly even saw fangs coming out from his mouth but then thought his mind had played tricks on him...
Whatever this man was Gimbly decided to better stay away from him and ended the conversation giving his task as
a pretext. It was gettin dark anyway and the prospect of beeing at the graveyard with this man gave Gimbly
the creeps. So he hurred to finish off the deadies around, cleansed the area with the holy water like he did before
in Cove and said the prayer.
Satisfied with his work done Gimbly finally made his way back to the Coven church where
he ended his task my cleanse himself through prayers as he was told to do....
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