They came in the black of the night. The hunters ambushed by their pray. Many more undead came this time. Bursting from the shadows, they moved with precision not normally thought of when one thinks of undead. To say it was a slaughter would be an understatement. We have been decimated. Delcire was mortally wounded, and was carried off by the undead. The fortunate managed to escape. Many where killed as they slept, and their bodies carted off for some nefarious purpose or another. How they came so close without us knowing, I do not know. We fled through the night, pursued till dawn. It was a wild chase through the forest. At first light one of the men called for an about face, and we made our stand. There where only ghouls by this time, and with a few bursts of holy might they where dispatched. Of the hundred men in the company, ten of us survived. Truly, we have been brought low. The others believe we must return to the church, and call for a crusade of sorts, a massive hunt. The like of which has not been seen for ages. I agree. If I will call Kelemvor my patron, I must act. By his, and the lady Tymora's grace, I am alive. A fortunate one. We travel quickly, resting only a few minutes to catch our breath every hour. They are moving again. Kelemvor protect us, for I do not know if we will survive this ordeal.

-Shaow Sembris