The paladin stood firm before the altar focusing intently on the dilapidated curtain. He nodded to the dwarf. " The evil is focused behind that partition. I want to find out what it is before it sneaks up behind us."

Nanith quickly joined him, but instead admired the beauty of the tiny, tortured angelic statue that stood before them. In its tiny metallic hands held a black candle with red wick. The otherworld creature looked tormented as it extended the taper offering forward. The rogue's eyes momentarily flitted along the altar's bottom.
The words BLANIFERUS COMETH was etched into a tarnished baseplate.

The paladin walked carefully around the altar and extended his swordtip toward the folds of the dung-stained curtain. " I'm going to pull this back." Marks warned " Be prepared for what may come."

The rest of the group readied their weapons in the center of the room and watched as the thick drapery was moved aside revealing nothing but a broken pew; its legs snapped and bent. The back of the abbey was exposed, but nothing stood to confront them except a stoned wall.
Silence and the abhorrant stench hung in the stillness, then ever so slightly, a tiny hissing noise emanated across the room. Looking around, the source was lost to positioning and an incredible cold started to drop the stuffy temperature to a frigid degree.

" Burn it for me...ssssavior ssseraph."

Losing his nerve, Gailwind immediately ran and pulled at the doorhandles of the abbey but found that they were stuck.

Oktavianus spun around wildly holding his medallion in his palm. " That shadow thing has escaped and holed in here for sure! What's it want us to do?!"

Cold breath flowed from Erelis's mouth " I think it was a plea, cleric....or a threat."

More gutteral whisperings were heard as the fellowship stood still watching for any movements within the room. After a few more minutes, the light from the paladin's sword snapped off and they were thrown back into thick darkness.
" Not again." groaned Nanith; frustration and fear evident in his voice.
" I think I know what it wants."

A shuffling of tiny feet could be heard amongst the shifting of the crew's possessions. There was a quick scramble to provide some sort of light source to them before their safety was jeopardized.
Suddenly, excited sparks jumped from near the statue as the halfling tickled a piece of flint's surface with a shard of steel. The halfling's grimacing face and fear-filled eyes were only momentarily visible from the meager light the sparks provided.

" RAWWHH!!" cried the priest in a most horrific, pained voice. The sound of something thudded near the fellowship. Nanith finally lit the black candle upon the altar and a sickening blood hue of light spilled forward. Oktavianus lay face-down on the floor in a paralytic state. The teammates reacted to this secret attack of the shadow creature by surrounding their friend and yelling oaths of challenge and warding expulsion. The black nightmare was now recognized as it stood upon the altar; its giant sloping body more defined. Red, fiery eyes were piercing and anger escaped the whispering breath.
" Flee now....with your lives!"
The double doors blasted inward by a hidden force much like that of a sudden hurricane wind. The fellowship realized their last chance for freedom, but without their prone priest in tow.