While Erathis and Bahamut continue to enjoy sustained worship, the god of sun and time had seen a decline in followers. Midway through their trek, the party stopped at a small cathedral in the woods. A desolate locale in a complete state of disrepair, the cathedral was evidently one devoted to Pelor.
Though it was an abandoned place of worship, there were many indicators that it had been defiled, as where once stood tapestries and ornaments devoted to the sun god were markings and symbols, devoted to Vecna, the evil god of secrets and necromancy.
Worse still was that a statue of Vecna was bolted upon the emblem of Pelor and the corpse of a priest was stuffed inside a footlocker. Although this greatly incensed Kayden, there was not much time to dwell on his righteous anger.
A great cacophony was heard from outside and no sooner could the party react that they were beset by the undead, whose hunger seemed to be drawn towards the cathedral. While fighting the undead horde off was briefly considered, it was soon realized that their numbers were too great.
Instead, the group had to barricade the cathedral and hope that they could hold out the ravenous assault or find some means of turning them away. Dazzle found herself trying to bolt down windows, while Trask and Darkwing moved furniture about.
Kayden, on the other hand, drew upon his faith to see him and his companions through. A plea to Pelor was answered in spectacular fashion when dawn broke sooner than expected and the sunlight became a divine radiance that smote the undead where they stood.