Kessintra heads up to the door and knocks, checking to see if it is locked if they receive no answer.

After a few moments, the doors open to reveal a ten-foot-wide, twenty-foot-long hall leading to a brightly lit chapel. The hall is unlit and reeks of mildew. Four doors, two on each side of the hall, lead to adjacent chambers. In front of you is a priest with soiled vestments.

Behind him, you can see that the chapel is strewn with debris. Suddenly, an inhuman scream rises up from beneath the wooden floor.

Kessintra is about to state their purpose to the priest before the howl from below makes her stiffen and stare at the floor for a moment.

"Perhaps inside is not so much better," she murmurs, before shaking her head to address the disheveled priest. "We are here for...father's funeral."

Performance 8 -.-

Zan following along, crossbow at the ready and loaded. When he hears the scream, priest are you in need of help?

What was that!? Father, what do you have under your floors?

Insight 2

He solemnly replies, "It's only my son." He then smiles and looks at Kessintra. "Quite uncharacteristic of you, 'Ireena'." His gaze travels to the coffin. "And for the late burgomaster.... I'll bury him at dawn. You should keep him in the church for now."

"Your son?" Kessintra feels a pang of sympathy for the man as she steps inside with the others. The spirits stir, as if resonating with the sorrow in the church. It didn't occur to her that the sound could be a person...She gets the feeling it may not be anymore. "What happened to him? Is there anything we can do to help?"

His voice fills with anger. "He's been turned. That darn wizard persuaded him to storm Ravenloft. That idiot...."

Your son is here after he turned! How is that possible? The undead do not reside with the living. Garrick is highly suspicious of this guy.

He returns to his sorrow. "He came home to me in pale skin. I trapped him in the undercroft. That's where he is. I pray every day that he will be saved."

"You must understand it is far too dangerous to keep him here. Both for yourself and the other villagers should he escape." Kessintra shakes her head sadly, crossing her arms. "And...he is suffering. The hunger...It would be better to let him rest now."

Persuasion 25

Tears fill the bottom of his eyes. He knows you're right, and yet.... "No..... The Morninglord will help him... Please."

Kessintra doesn't know what to say to the man. His son is already dead, or closer to it than anyone should be, and yet...She doesn't understand his hope, placing no faith in deities herself.

"Do any of you have a spell, or anything that might...?" She doesn't want to say 'cure him' and bring the priest false hope.

If you do not have the strength or compassion to end his suffering, we shall do it for you tonight before the funeral in the morning.

"I... ok." Then, blue spirits start to rise from the graveyard behind the church. the priest seems calm.

Kessintra notices the blue shapes rising from the graves through one of the church's shattered windows, staring for a moment.

"Can anyone else see those?" She wonders aloud, pointing.

The priest keeps his solemn tone. "Yes. Yes they can. It's called the March of the Dead." The spirits march onto the main road: what your map calls the Old Svalich Road.

Zan, turning his attention from the undead housed beneath the church, gazes upon the parade of spirits, by Kelemvor, there are so many. Are these the spirits of all the villagers this vampire and his minions have taken?

"Eva mentioned that. They go all the way to Ravenloft, right? Are they still trying to attack it, even after death?"

Are they hostile? For what reason do they rise and march?