Legions of the Dead

We dispatched the shambling corpses that attacked our camp. I was quick to avenge our driver, who fell victim to the hunger of the rotten fiends. I regret not kneeling to stop the flow of blood from his grievous wounds, but I have no real experience in medicine, and there was danger about. Having felled the fiend that slew our driver, I realized that these shamblers were infected with some manner of parasitic worm. I drew my shortbow and aided the rest of my group in killing the monsters. I attempted to assist Toraleth with one of the worms that crawled beneath the skin of their arm, but they didn't seem to like my idea of using fire to remove the parasite. They dug the worm out themselves.
 
The next day, we came upon a town that sat adjacent to a bridge and a river. I tried to sneak into the town with Igris to no avail. We earned the attention of a squad of skeleton guards and their wight masters. They split into two waves and attacked us from two different angles. Me and my friends fought well, though and bested both waves handily. I took one of their heavy crossbows and some bolts. The instrument is a tad unwieldy for me, but it puts down an enemy in one shot pretty reliably, so for now, it seems like my best choice for ranged combat. Unfortunately, in the chaos of the battle, our wagon was destroyed. Sometimes, when the gods close a door, they open a window. At some point in the brouhaha of the fighting, we were joined by a cleric going by the name of Brisa.
 
Brisa is local to the area (?) and was able to give us the lay of the land. We had a zombie-infested town and a well-guarded bridge to fight through. I was prepared for us to fight our way through, but Scorch had an idea, that, at the time, seemed plausible. He used magic to cloud us in darkness. Our party used rope and other means to stay close to scorch. I, of course, have a psychic link allowing me to maintain a good approximation of where Scorch is at any given time. Of course everything went to shit when we were set upon by dog zombies. I threw caltrops to slow their advance. Urku and Igris seemed to have a good sense of where they were, even in the pitch darkness. Using my psychic link with Scorch, I was able to land a lucky hit and skewer one with my rapier. It wasn't long after that that we broke formation and fled the town.
 
We attempted the dark cloud gambit again to cross the bridge. A group of skeleton archers, hundreds of feet away in the gatehouse, fired a volley on us. Some of us were hit, including Scorch. His concentration was broken, and the darkness lost. We scrambled across the bridge while the skeletons shot at us. I took a couple of hits to the chest and went down. I was sure that I bought the farm, but Urku put a healing hand on me and I removed the bolts from my chest, got up, chugged a disgusting potion, and kept moving. I was the first to cross the gate. I ran and did not look back until much later, when I got a psychic cue from Scorch that the battle ended and the group decided to rest at the gatehouse for a short while. It seems as though some of my foolhardy colleagues are keen to kill every last monster they come across. I fear that I'm just not built for that kind of thing.