Allir Reach - West, Near the Spine Saul wrenched his sword free from the corpse, already congealed blood pulling at it's steel surface as if trying to keep it in place. He scowled behind his helmet. "Fucking ghouls." The Templar said as he kicked the body, turning away and inspecting the edge of his blade. The runes carved throughout it's steel still held of course, the lattice of silver carved throughout it seeming to hold just fine. A sigh escaped him as he slowly shook his head. A dozen of his men walked slowly around the destroyed village, their swords just as covered in blood as his own as they continued the filthy work. Bodies lay strewn everywhere, and the odd forest of crosses hung over them. The men and women lashed to them seemed to stare, their eyeless gaze as unsettling as a demon's maw. He frowned as he looked up at them, shaking his head again in a mixture of disgust and disappointment. The Necromancer had not been kind to this place. He understood the ghouls, there were always ghouls, but the crosses were...unusual. Berrick thought that it must have been a part of some ritual, something to do with summoning a wight or a stronger spirit than just a few ghouls. Saul wasn't so sure. Sometimes Necromancers were just unhinged, and he had a feeling this one met the mark. "Cut them down." Saul called to the others. "Burn the bodies with the rest." You never could be too sure with something like this. Half of those hanging dead from a cross today could be ghouls running through the countryside tomorrow. Better safe than sorry, especially with that damned Necromancer running around. OOC: A necromancer seems to be ravaging the Eastern Allir Reaches(near the spine). Some of the Templars are trying to stop him/her. Join in as a survivor, a passerby, maybe the necromancers servant!