Horses hate the abandoned farmland around Canorate. For the same reasons everyone does, but horses are skittish on top of that. Conjured horses are better, but you can't send someone a riderless conjured horse. So an unusually well-behaved real horse it is, one trained in 'rescue that man over there'. The man is just barely visible in the distance if you have very good vision. This is a stupid exercise. Go ahead, horse.

Around Blai the stirring things close in.

He can't run very fast but he's running and he's already picked a direction he doesn't yet have any reason to second-guess.

Most of them are slower but some are faster and gaining on him. Shadows, and some skeletal animal -

- they don't usually see undead in those numbers in the area. They know they're out there, because any patrol you send out gets ambushed and dies, but they don't usually show themselves, certainly not in the middle of the day. Attracted by the strange man screaming that he's a priest of Iomedae, then. "Fire on the pursuit."

He turns, and smites, and fires, and only when the thing is dead says, "thought we weren't stopping for the obvious trap."

Most of the arrows are falling short because Blai's really very far away but this is a large company of men.

...the horse is going to absolutely refuse to approach that deadly-looking situation and stand stock-still halfway between the company and Blai, whinnying anxiously.

"I don't think they planned this." 

It's really quite difficult to take down a skeleton with arrows even when you're not firing from a great distance. The bones of this smilodon are going to catch up with Blai even as everything else in close pursuit of him goes down. 

Oh, for fuck's sake. He's going to channel about it, hopefully the positive channel is reassuring even if this is a planet where they think Iomedae's dead and Aroden's alive for some reason or some such nonsense.

Barely scratches the skeletal smilodon.

He has some help, though. Shooting it works better if you smite it first. 

"I'm out of channels!" Smash smash?

Chomp.

"I DO NOT ACTUALLY AT THIS POINT PARTICULARLY HAVE THE OPTION OF TRYING HARDER TO RESCUE YOU." Arrow. Arrow. Arrow. There's technically a teleport-capable wizard with the company but his job is to get himself and Iomedae out if they're ambushed by the whole orc army and it's hopeless, and he will (entirely correctly) disobey an order to go Teleport over there and save the guy, who at this point even the slower undead are catching up with. 

Smilodon goes down to enough arrows, though.

Once he will no longer provoke attacks of opportunity in so doing he will resume running toward the horse.

There's quite a lot of undead in pursuit of him, but they're not especially brilliantly organized; it obviously came to someone's attention quite recently that he was here and that they wanted to kill him. They might be able to keep him alive for long enough for him to get to the horse. She prays, in case she should be doing anything different -

Yes, actually. She should have some spells she does not ordinarily have.

Some shadows emerge out of the ground beneath Blai and a terrible cold consumes him from the legs up as they pass through him -

Whatever Aroden just threw at her she'll cast it -

A burst of searing light explodes around Blai, killing every single undead creature in an eighty foot radius, which by this time is hundreds of them. (It will also sting Blai more than a little but slightly less than fatally.)

"Go and get him."

He's only ever seen Pharasma's high priest cast that. At a gallop, then.