Damned Undead of the Damned

The undead are always an ugly enemy to fight. They are by their very nature trapped people in a state of neither live nor dead (hence undead), so in a way you feel pitty for them.  Well you would feel pity for them IF THEY WEREN'T CONSANTLY TRYING TO EAT YOU!  Which is also weird, undead people are animated by magic, they do not need food, why do they try and eat people? This is madness.

Ok all of that out of the way, these undead were the normal type, gaunt, clothing all torn to shreds (why? I mean if they were a cult why didn't they die fully clothed? THIS MAKES NO SENSE!).  I wasn't that worried because you know fire, I long to burn things. I long to burn things that can't be burned (more on this later). So of course I turned to the rushing enemies and unleashed a cone of fire to absolutely no success.  Because they weren't regular undead, no no they were damn ghosts! GHOSTS! The worst of all spectral creatures BECAUSE THEY DO NOT BURN!  They are on the list of things I want to burn though.  The list as of right now.

Ghosts
Nidget
The sky (wait let me cross that one off, I did burn the sky)
Nidget
Water

That's all I can think of right now.  Anyway, my attempt to burn my spectral pursuers failed, I did what any man would do faced with a charging surge of ghosts. I ran! Which is not so smart when you are stuck in a cultists fortress and being chased by ghosts (who can go through walls). But beggars can not be choosers when running from the damned. I decided to go lower intead of upper (less of a chance of falling from up high due to bad floor boards, notice I said less, not nill). Thankfully for me ghosts spectral nature works to your advantage when pushing past them (because unless they are concentrating they can not harm you, well normally, there are other nevermind nevermind).

The room beyond the stair room was nothing but beds and corpses (probably of the ghost people who were chasing me).  Near each bed was a bowl of something, probably what they drank to die.  Look I wasn't thinking very much I was running, beyond the room with beds was a hallway that lead to what looked like a circular well room, I figured I could jump in there, leap down the well snag the rope and make it to cavern below hopefully an outlet to somewhere else and escape (this plan was predicated on failure in like three places). No sooner had I hit the "well" room than the door behind me slammed shut, and I saw that it wasn't a well at all, but a dias with that stupid book on it.  Materializing in front of me was Shamanar, naturally, the ghosts had directly chased me into the gods/man/annoyance's lair.

"WELCOME TO YOUR DOOM!" It pronounced with a booming voice.

"You said that already."

"Seriously this is how this going to go? Seriously?"

Seriously journal thats how this will go.