Blai was not prepped appropriately for the monsters of Menador either magically or educationally, and when his mace swings for this one's face it goes straight through, and then so does the rest of him.
WOW this planet is really something. He will be met by the gallopping knight and go cooperatively. ...he will have a problem with the anti-fear aura and keep it to himself, it's not really in the top insert-any-number-you-please most important things. It's probably tactically essential and probably remains so even if it's slowing Blai down a hair.
"I suspect it'll be a fight to get us back to the city," he warns him, pulling him on his horse. "Now that we've stirred 'em up. We would be grateful for your assistance but intend once we're safe to take you prisoner."
There are more undead emerging from everywhere including the ground. The company's reorganizing for a fighting retreat. "This company's commanded by the Knight-Commander Iomedae of the Knights of Ozem, a paladin of Aroden, serving in the second army of the Empire."
"I don't really believe that but I don't have time to argue with you about it right now. ....no, wait. If you were to die in the next five minutes what would be the most important things for us to know about the future."
"I have two copies of Iomedae's holy book in my bag. Aroden dies in 4606 and this opens a portal to the Abyss in Sarkoris, drowns Lirgen and Yamasa, and breaks prophecy planetwide. The forces of Hell conquer Cheliax, although as of my time a party of archmages have taken it back. In... 4640, I think, but my history education wasn't very good. The archmages are in 4713."
"....so we win? Cool." Angelu cannot actually fire his bow from horseback without the advantage of a smite, and is out of smites. He pulls his horse up with the rest of the company.
The stuff about Aroden dying is bad of course but it's in the very distant future and can probably be avoided if it even really happened. Now how to ask the next question without sounding unbearably self-important. "We don't know of a god called Iomedae. Is she a god of this world, or some other world?"
"That seems unlikely but I'd be very happy about it if it was true." And for now less arguing more fighting.
Blai doesn't have any ranged options but if they happen to be gallopping right past any undead he'll at least try to swat them.
Not carrying a ranged weapon is kind of baffling but maybe he usually lives and works in Oppara or something.
Iomedae is testing out the other spell Aroden dropped on her which turns out to be undead-frying beams of light which are very useful for covering their retreat. They're still a mile from the city and this is going to be miserable but probably winnable misery, or Aroden wouldn't have bothered.
Blai is trying to think of what else would be useful to know for the Shining Crusaders. "What year is it -"
Angelu is out of smites and has a guy on his horse with him and so is really only useful for keeping nearby horses from spooking, though he's doing that very well by virtue of being a paladin. "3803."
...inconveniently many of Blai's tactical instincts route through him having a normal complement of emotions. He remembers to cast Prayer before they've gone too much farther, though. "Is that... before calling Arazni, at some point you're meant to call Arazni but I can't look up the date right now. - she also dies, during the crusade. If that happens again you should destroy her body so Geb can't turn her into a lich later."
This is honestly kind of a lot to keep track of in the middle of a serious fight when the man doesn't speak Taldane properly but he is doing his best to listen, and when a diving dead bird of prey of some kind claws at Blai's face he heals him, and he repeats under his breath 'call Arazni...she dies...destroy her body...' even though these claims do not make any sense either separately or especially together.
And there, as they crest a hill, is the city. Its walls look forbidding and it has a general aura of misery but the men cry out joyously anyway.
If you asked Angelu to generate stereotypes about Chelish people he'd come up with 'unfashionable' and 'not especially good on horse' and not in a very long listing of qualities 'emotionally reserved' but it's good that the man seems inclined to be helpful.
Great. Then they will have the opportunity to learn why Aroden wants them to save this man.
"Sir. He reports that he has travelled in time from the future, we sealed Tar Baphon, Aroden is dead, you ascended by the Starstone, Hell conquered part of the Empire, and he has two copies of your holy book in his bag."
She's going to be in so much trouble with the Church if she claims to have a time traveller who says that Aroden is dead in the future. She will tell Aroden directly in case He somehow didn't know already, and then -
- if they win the war, then maybe the first thing to do is just to do whatever wins the war, because she really can't see it -
"I see. Don't repeat any parts of that to anyone, and for now take him in with the other prisoners as if he were one of them - but apologize to him privately and tell him I'll see him shortly -"
Blai may have missed it because quite a few things were happening, but there are in fact other prisoners, a dozen bound men who look decidedly the worse for the wear tied to some of the other horses.