Deep beneath the ancient city, hidden away in the long-forgotten catacombs, our intrepid party of adventurers had ventured into a labyrinthine maze of eerie chambers. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the soft echoes of their footsteps reverberated off the stone walls. The narrow passages stretched out like veins, leading them further into the bowels of the earth.

Redusia, the only fully human member of the group, couldn't shake the unnerving feeling that something was amiss. Her thoughts became increasingly intrusive, her mind wandering to unsettling visions of her companions turning against her. She clutched the hilt of her sword tightly, trying to banish the disquieting thoughts from her head.

As they pressed forward, the party noticed an unsettling phenomenon. Whenever they pushed open one of the many doors that lined the catacomb's walls, a thick, billowing smoke would crawl out and slither along the ceiling like a malevolent serpent. It moved with an unnatural fluidity, casting eerie shadows in its wake. It was as if the very air was tainted with malevolence.

Their mission was clear: they had to uncover the source of this corruption, for it was the reason why the dead had begun to rise in this forsaken place. Every door they opened, every step they took, brought them deeper into the nightmarish labyrinth. The incessant moans and shuffling of long-dead souls echoed through the passages, a constant reminder of the horrors that lurked nearby.

Battles erupted with relentless frequency as skeletal warriors and reanimated corpses clawed their way from the cubicles that lined the catacomb walls. The party fought valiantly, their weapons cleaving through bone and flesh, but the relentless onslaught took its toll. Exhaustion gnawed at them, and fear gnawed at their resolve.

It wasn't until they stumbled upon another door and saw that familiar creeping smoke slithering along the ceiling that they realized they were onto something. Gilby knew that this eerie smoke was connected to the source of the malevolence they sought to eradicate.

Determinedly, they followed the trail of the sinister smoke, pushing deeper into the labyrinth. The battles grew fiercer, and the horrors more grotesque, but they pressed on. They had to reach the heart of the corruption, no matter the cost.

Smog, the Dragonborn member of their group, had been in a deep magical slumber during their exploration regained his consciousness in the cart where they left him. Alone and confused he eventually made his way to the church and the priest that guided him to the entrance to the catacombs in the basement.  Smog, his draconic instincts intact, knew he needed to join his friends in their perilous quest.

Finding the others, they pressed on, Smog adding his formidable strength to their struggles. The catacombs seemed unending, a nightmarish labyrinth that tested their mettle at every turn. Yet, with each battle won and each mystery unraveled, they moved closer to their ultimate goal.

Eventually, the group found themselves needing to make camp to rest and recover. They chose a relatively secure chamber, barricading the entrances to ensure their safety during the night. As they huddled together, the eerie sounds of the catacombs echoing in the distance, they discussed their next steps.

The following morning, however, they were met with an unsettling sight. Smog, once again, had fallen into a deep magical slumber, his body unresponsive to their attempts to awaken him. Desperate to protect their friend and complete their mission, the party faced a difficult decision. They realized that they could not afford to carry Smog while they continued their exploration, as it would severely limit their mobility and combat effectiveness. With heavy hearts, they decided to place Smog in one of the empty cubicles lining the catacomb walls.

With reverence and care, they laid Smog to rest in the stone niche. They marked the cubicle with a sigil to indicate his presence and vowed to return for him once they had dealt with the source of the corruption that plagued the catacombs. Their decision was not made lightly, but they knew it was their best chance to protect him and accomplish their mission.

Leaving their dragonborn companion behind, the party set forth once more, determined to confront the malevolent force that haunted the catacombs and bring an end to the rising dead. They knew that their journey was far from over and that the challenges ahead would test their strength, resolve, and the bonds of friendship that bound them together.