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[Heliman]

Before the van can drive off, A man begins yelling and pounding the insides of the flipped iron car.

"BRIAR! DON'T THINK I CAN'T HEAR YOU OUT THERE! GET YOUR SKINNY, CORPSE HUMPING, HEATHEN REAR OVER HERE AND HELP ME OUT OF THIS GOSH DARN THING BEFORE I SKIN YOU ALIVE AND BURN YOU AT THE STAKE!"

[Fniff]

Blankey tosses a rope out of the van.

"Caaaaaaaaaaaatch the rope! Caaaaaaaaaatch the rope! Caaaaaaaaatch the rooooooooooooooope!"

[choobakka]

King grabs the rope and walks over to the van. He looks at Briar. "Who's this in here? Someone you tried to ditch?" He turns to look in the window of the wrecked car. "Now, this necromancer seems to want to ditch you, and I usually trust the fears of guys like these, so you tell me who you are and I'll decide whether to put a blast of fire through your skull at point-blank range or just to drag you behind us in this car. That sound like a deal?" he draws his pistol and waits for an answer.

[choobakka]

"Come on, man, are you going to answer me? Or do I have to leave you lying in a crashed car?"

[Heliman]

The man looks out the window and sees the glowing pistol.
"Oh God, why have you sent yet me another magician? Yes, I am Father Reb, former a minister of a small town not too far south of here."
The man could see the pistol beginning to glow more brightly.
"Please my child, I realize that the Christians and... people of your persuasion, are not exactly on the best of terms, so allow me to explain. Disciples of our lord, Jesus Christ, like myself, may be against those who wish to play God with this world, but we would never harm a fellow human."
Father Reb paused for a moment, then added, "Well, admittedly Catholics would probably want to harm you, but I am only a Quaker. At best, the most I can do is persuade you to embrace our Lord and Savior. You might want to try that sometime by the way. If you would let me out, I would be happy to explain my story properly.

[choobakka]

"What're you doing traveling with a necromancer, Padre? DELETĒ!" Part of the car dissolves and King helps the priest out. "It doesn't seem like many priests would be able to stand being in the company of... One of these fellas. Please, do tell."

[Bdthemag]

Briar glared at the priest and nervously looked around "Erh, he's no one at all! Now just lower the pistol down and let me silently walk away."

[Heliman]

"Thank you."
Father Reb stepped out of the car, he was of medium size, moderately well built, and looked like a fresh faced man in his 40s, or a weathered man in his 30s. He was bald with a medium sized beard composed of a mix of brown and white hairs.
"Briar, my son, there is nothing but miles of desert ahead of you, I'm afraid you will have to deal with me until we can make it out of this desert."

"About six days ago, some unholy magic desecrated the graves outside my house of worship. We were able to...set them to rest once more, but one of our own was killed in the process. Naturally, the Sheriff found and jailed the nearest practitioner of the dark arts, who happens to be our necromancer friend here, and thought the matter was settled. We were wrong. Three nights later, undead rose from the rest of the graves, but not by Briar's hand. I should know, as I was asked to keep watch over him during the nights."
The father had to stop for a moment, trying his best not to lose his composure to grief.
"We were... ill equipped to deal with an outbreak of such magnitude, and were overrun. The only reason why Briar and I survived was due to the fact that we had access to the weaponry in the county Jail. I tried to look for any survivors, but I was too late. The entire town is filled with the restless dead. We, we are the only survivors."

[Bdthemag]

Briar looked relieved "See? I did nothing at all. Well I do admit to raising the dead the first time, but I had no intention of killing anyone at all."

[Fniff]

Blankey stumbles out of the van, and reloads his AK47.

"Draaaaaah. God, it's really tiring being stuck in that fool's mind and being only able to surface at times like this." He drones, in a different tone of voice then his usual one. Somehow... Smarter?

[choobakka]

King sighs. "We better be getting payed for this... Get in the car. Both of you. Now. Before I get angry. And tell me: why there was a town of English-speaking Quakers in the middle of the Kalahari fucking desert? Please? And Blankey, get back here. Now. I really don't like you. So get back inside his mind."

[Fniff]

"What? You should be grateful. I am Sergeant James Elroy Frost, for Christ's sake. I am the reason why you aren't slumming it in some third world hell hole like the mercenary you are." Blankey grins and does a cleanup of his rifle. "Magic doesn't work on me. When I was obliterated in the original blast, I wandered as a spirit. I am officially a supernatural creature."

[choobakka]

"Godsdammit, James, you know that Blankey is better at zombies. So get back in there before I shoot you. With cold iron. Remember that stuff? Also, we might get the priest to exorcise you. Wouldn't that be fun!" King looks around. "Also, we are slimming it in some third-world hellhole. So shut it."

[Fniff]

"Well...Alright. But this is just buying time." Blankey suddenly starts shaking, and the malicious military sergeant turned equally malicious possesive spirit retreats back into Blankey's mind.

"Oh, the brain's are invading!" Blankey yells. "Alright, establish a quarantine around the place of affliction, contain any necromancers for questioning, make sure the nearest arcane source (Which, in this area, is probably the Alzabaj Straights.) is not having an Arcane Storm, make sure the undead are contained, radio in for reinforcements and then sterilize the area!"

[Heliman]

Oh? You didn't mean to kill that man, Briar? If I had a nickel for every time a warlock has said that I could build a thousand churches.

I, and strangely, this necromancer here, were the only ones of that village who could speak English. I was sent here to deliver the word of our lord to these poor people, may their souls rest in peace, so they could be saved. You will find that the government is currently paying a good bounty for the head of each zombie brought in. My friend here had been telling me that it is easy to tell them apart from normal heads because they still bite after you cut them off.