The Marshal and I, as well as what remains of my retinue-about twenty men well fitted in armour- arrive at the scene. Like the boy said, the Necromage truly went around killing people.
His comrades blood colour the white snow filled ground with their blood. Despite there being several bodies, the amount of blood spilled is minimal, far too little for the number of bodies that are splayed around on the ground now.
But the reason for that is obvious. Many of the bodies are already shrivelled up, rapidly aged to the point of necrosis and some are just bones now.
What a terrifying power.
The Necromage is no where to be seen, fortunately for us, but his bloody foot prints make a glaring trail that leads into the camp of the Gamma Warrior of the South.
I'm surprised he headed that way, but I'm also grateful. "I'll go after him." I utter.