D & D : The Magnificent, er, 6 Oh dear, our new first level adventuring company has lost a member. "The bodies are vanishing," sayeth the gravediggers, and our intrepid heroes plunge into the undergound warrens to flush out any lurking undead, which sort of works. As the heroes are crawling along the nasty muddy crawlways beneath the graveyard, a ghoul bursts from its hiding place and, gaining surprise, hits Ember three times, two of those are criticals. In the ensuing panic and chaos of trying to conduct a fight in a two foot high passage, Ember bleeds to death. The remaining 6 take a vote, and like the heroes they are, say sod it, we're off down the pub. Ember is given a fitting send off, atop a mound of burning wood, and, much refreshed by copious quantaties of cheap ale, the 6 return to the warrens the next day. Rhivaun has managed to wangle a promotion to Corporal of the Militia after conscripting the rest of the '7', does that mean you get more money asks everyone ? The barbarian stays silent, but smiles. Back underground the now seasoned tunnel fighters quickley despatch a zombie and another ghoul and then pause for elevenses in an underground chamber. Farewell then dear Ember, returned to the fiery warmth of Kossuth, there's a sign on the door, "The Magnificent 7 - Now Hiring"