Our endeavor to circumvent the rat-infested lands north-west from our current position via secret mountain passes ended in failure: not due to the impassability of the mountains themselves, but by what laid behind.
Our expedition, now bolstered by Lord Elladan came to a deep, raging river near overgrown (as it is common here in Ghyran) ruins of some forgotten town. Fortunately, the bridge over the raging waters needed only some repairs. Unfortunately, the other bank was already teeming with shambling corpses.
Lady Belkharia Dawnblade, seeing numerous enemy cavalry on our left flank poised to cross the river ordered her squadron back to the center, hoping to lure them into the pikes of our Wardens, now managed by her brothers' terse commands. Our center, meanwhile, took position along the waters, denying the enemy any chance of crossing, but the deathrattle masses seemed content to just hide in the thickets.
Enemy cavalry hit our flank sooner than we expected, trampling our Bladelords who heroically took the brunt of their assault. Fortunately, the enemy cavalry got stuck in a melee then after, our Wardens began their violent work, spurred by the growled commands of the young Lord Regent, and soon our own cavalry returned from the right and pummeled into moldering masses: sunsteel flared up, and the enemy Lord was no more. Or wo we thought...
As soon as the last of the skeletal riders had fallen under our blows, the undead lord whose body we threw into the river once again stood up, on the other side of the now repaired bridge: while our spare soldiers tried to prepare crossing, the skeletons did the same.
Seeing the masses swarming around the other side, we soon realized that the assault would be suicidal and left back to the mountain passes. Let shamblers and rats eat each other, for all we care!