Zaran's Fury

Publisher's blurb: As the night passes a strange glow comes through the window followed by the winy of horses. 'The stables are on fire!’ shouts the barman looking out of the window. Rushing to the door, he flings it open only to fall back with a crossbow bolt in the chest. Looking out you see dark clad riders; priests of some sort directing skeletons to burn and attack the villagers. Help! comes a scream nearby