Igney stood in the middle of the room looking over the food picking up a chicken leg and sniffing it “Doesn’t look harmful but magic exudes from it. I wouldn-” The spell cast around the food was removed and as the curse lifted the smell of rot filled the room. The leg in Igney’s hand pussed over and the meat slipped from the bone, the bone itself turned to dust before the rot hit the ground, the whole table was in various states of decay, any sexual intentions the party still held onto were pushed to the back of their minds. “Well… this is unpleasant.” Igney shivered and wiped his hand off on his coat, bringing up his prayer book and turning to a page looking for a prayer of sight. “I’ll try and look for undeath it won’t take long.” Turning a page slowly he looked up as the elf, Tcion spoke up warning them about the undead.<br/><br/><br/>Without thewarning the party received from the queer elf who had seemed resistant to  talking to the others, Tcion, the party would have fallen prey to the trap which has been set out before them, the skeletons moved through the stone as if it were air. Specters with cold hard steel in their hands collapsed on the party and most would have been wounded, some mortally if not for the warning. Able to get out of the way the party may have saved their lives and only some stole with them wounds.<br/><br/><br/>Igney quickly flipped to another page and words flooded out of him but it didn’t sound like he was really saying them, more as if the spell he was casting required the words to be said and it was just easier to use him as a vessel.<br/><br/><br/>“Holy mother, protect us with your embrace, feel our sorrow and deliver us onto victory so that we may spread the love you teach, give us the strength to stay our blades and forgive those who do us harm, give us strength to deliver those who would harm you onto your feet, Give us the strength to purge these poor souls who know not your teachings of love, and forgive us for what we must do.” When the final word was spoken almost everyone in the group felt warm hands guiding their own, the same feeling of love washed over them but this time it wasn’t overpowering. They felt hate and fear and panic but like a loved one was behind them urging them forward, they felt stronger. Injuries started to heal, those who felt tired were more awake now. Igney seemed to be hiding a few surprises himself if he could cast a spell like this onto so many people.<br/><br/><br/>There were a few left out of his goddesses embrace, Tcion and Liam surprisingly not affected by the spell, Igney must not be able to reach everyone with his spells.<br/><br/><br/>The tombs fell open showing the way forward, now the only thing standing between them and the rest of the dungeon are about ten undead specters holding long jagged blades of metal, each covered in platemail<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>