We marched along the river side towards the elven enclave carrying our once-departed warriors, after a few days came to a town across the river from which a spire of green smoke arose, as we entered the woods a fair maiden stood watching the town, we exchanged pleasantries and were informed the strange vapours were from a pyre of a magical creature, brought down by the townsfolk.
As time was of the essence, we bid the lady safe travel and continued to the fey demesne, reaching it by evening, where a frosty reception greeted us, but despite such we were allowed to ask of their services, alas only one of our number could be reborn, and with amusement and anticipation we saw the body of our dead dwarf arise as a human, who seemed to have acquired more larcenous abilities.
For the other corpses we needed to gather material for the arcane ceremony, and were sent towards a cave to extract enchanted webbing from magical arachnids, the cave was deep and using plenty of rope we descended, my one-armed acolyte was left behind, for the better, as his monolimbed-ness was the result of a previous spider attack.
Advancing downward I was suddenly dropped into a webbed trap, whilst a nasty long limbed creature clambered towards me, one of our brave fighters jumped in to assist and between us managed to slice the thing before any fangs could take hold.
Downwards we continued, seeking the sorcerous spider silk to return our comrades to life.