Slow Recovery

A day past the murder of an angel, the streets of Lantherem were flooded with the gurgling of zombie nuns. Dragging those poor dead souls through the streets, Aria with the help of her necromancy paraded them around. With their destination, the bay and their eyes set on the elven girl, the nun followed her slack-jawed to their own burial. 

Many locals, mostly the farmers on the outskirts of the island gathered around the streets, watching, even recognizing the many faces of the women, forgotten to them thanks to a schemer grandeur. Some cried out to their mothers, the others for their daughters and sisters, and as they learned the truth behind the march, the reason why they hadn't seen them for so long, their grief turned to anger, and for once in their mortal lives they cursed an angel and they god they presumed that monster to be a servant of.