The Honored Dead

The most recent attack on shadowdale came from the west, the undead, who do not need to breath simply marched though the rivers of the land as they headed towards the West of Shadowdale, where no walls would be waiting to stop them from entering.

Lucky for the Town though heros noticed the slow moving group of undead that wadded though the river's middle under its waters, as the heroes ran and raised the alarm a small force of defenders were assembled who would meet the undead at the west of shadowdale.

The defending force consisted of:

Twenty Shadowdale Guardsmen

Ten Elven Defenders

Six Elven Archers

And about twelve local heroes.

there was a moment of tension in the air at first as the twenty skeletal undead, who seemed to have once been the very Swordhands of the Zhentilia that held Shadowdale in a strangehold of domination merely stood there waiting, their armor and weapons rusted and battle born, clearly these corpses were months old.

After terms being offered by the undead abominations, terms that were considered unacceptable, a battle commenced, and the undead, cut thought the ranks of the defenders, while the defenders slowled them down enough for spells to rain down on the undead and even put a number of them down, the remaining undead slaughted the Elves, the Guardsmen and ten heroes leaving only an Elven Arch Mage and certain Hin of Legend. The two battled with the remain undead almost falling themselves at one point, but they managed to hold the West....

after the battle, the two started raising the other heroes, and after the heros had all cleared off, new Guardsmen and some citizens of Shadowdale could be seen collecting the Fallen, taking them into the House of Plenty to cleanse the bodies and ready them for their final rites, or in the elves case readying them for collection.

Within the House of Plenty, Sophia would wander about from each Guardsman and Hero, offering care and cleansing their wounds with Divine magic and/or re-bandaging any bumps and bruises. To the honored dead of the Shadowdale Guard she would offer a simple ceremony of final rite. She would have to write to the Elders to arrange that they be buried with their loved one but their bodies consecrated, or those that died violent deaths should be  burned to prevent them, Rising as undead.

Looking to the Elven, men and women that had fallen they were left, alone though often checked on, out of courtesy for the bravery to defend Shadowdale once more from the Zhentarim, even the undead Zhentarim. Sophia would later have to write to the Coronal explaining what had transpired.

Should any of those brave heroes wish healing, it would be offered and given if asked for, She would never force a healing upon anyone unless circumstance called for it. She would often sigh softly as she would wander about from body to body, wondering.