5th Vaeraleusday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1852: The rest of the day after return from the temple was spent on unloading the ships and preparing the base camp. I took the stone chest from Nymeria and started tinkering with the lock in an attempt to fix it and before I realized what time it was, Selestiel came into camp from her excursion into the ruins and started rousing everyone who was asleep, warning of incoming horde of undead, clearly intent on pushing us out of the ruins. I was able to down a quick draught of Bloodeye Coffee to shake me awake for the upcoming confrontation and just as it started to kick in, we spotted the first signs of undead past the walls. Everyone with means of ranged fire unleashed into the oncoming horde, dwindling their numbers quite a bit. The ensuing battle was brutal but quick, with corpses quickly piling up around us and soothing life energy emanating from Talindra, keeping everyone's wounds from getting out of hand and hurting the undead at the same time. While searching through the corpses for any signs of movement, Lady Aria spotted one still shambling on the ground and called to have all of the bodies heads destroyed and bodies burned. Turns out it Grikz, the goblin scout, who disguised himself by carrying a zombie on his back. Interesting trick, he certainly fooled the mindless undead and nearly got himself killed in the aftermath. He reported the source of the undead to be the last building remaining in a somewhat building shape and Lady Aria determined to scout it out in the morning.
While the scouting team was away, I sat with the chest, intend on getting the lock fixed, but despite making some small progress, the mechanism eluded my attempts to restore it. Once more I must have zoned out, because before I knew it, the scouting party was back in camp, reporting signs of undead owlbears and making a plan of attack. It was decided that we will send a strike team into the ruins the following day, and attempt to sever the force controlling the undead at its source as there have been signs of another, even bigger, assault gathering among the broken stones of the city. We will be departing in the morning, and I hope we will be able to attempt putting together some permanent structures, as Aranesi has been complaining all day about lack of proper shelter and her books being exposed to the elements.