Day 121 (99th) Battles continue

Day 121 (99th):
Before dawn, the camp was a flurry of activity. It was obvious that some had not slept all night. Everyone newly excluded from the battle made their way down to the dragon riders' area. We had found some large metal trays that polished up to make fine mirrors. We found three. Positioning two at opposite ends of our camp, we connected the three so we could use one to look through the other two. This one was taken to the pavilion. By sunrise, both armies were ready. We watched as both armies marched towards each other. No volley of arrows, no aerial assault, no war machines this time. As they got closer together, I felt Kendar stiffen.
"What's wrong? I asked.
"Undead," was all he sent.
Making the mirrors focus closer, we saw not a single soldier was alive. However, the former Baalocs assured us none were the living soldiers from yesterday. Their necromancers kept "a stock" of bodies for just such an attack. We conveyed this to Kendar, who thought and spoke a colorful line of curses. Falcon said that undead were particularly vulnerable to fire.
"Kendar, Falcon says their weakness if fire. Can you set them alight?" I relayed.
He gave the order and sparks flashed among the Raval. Arrows were lit and tossed at the advancing undead. True to Falcon's word, they caught and burned quickly. Still walking, as they felt no pain, many caught fire from walking into, on top of, or over their fellows ahead of them. Raval split to avoid those burning and walking. Setting those not burning on fire, soon the front and flanks of the undead army were on fire. Shields were used to keep them from reaching our camp. Soon, a pile of burning bodies were stacked up near the middle of the battlefield. It took a few hours before the last one was lit and ushered to the pyre. We saw no living Baalocs during this time. Two scouts reported the living Baalocs were holed up inside their tents, trying to be as quiet as possible. We all waited. Just before mid-day, movement was seen in the Baaloc camp. Here and there, heads poked out and looked at the battlefield. Seeing smoke and some flames, more and more began to assemble at the edge of camp. Finally, Maalicus made his way to the front of the assembly. Even though we could not hear him, his movements told us he was angry and probably swearing. He summoned someone with a scroll who began writing furiously. After a few moments, he rolled it up and handed it to a soldier who jumped on a horse and galloped to the battlefield. He threw the scroll at Kendar and ran off before he even knew if Kendar had caught it, which he had. Kendar opened the scroll and read it quickly. He yelled orders and all but a few returned to camp. Looking at the mirrors, he motioned that they were coming to the dragon riders' pavilion. A few minutes later, Kendar and Droland called for the flap to be opened. When they entered, both were red with anger.
"I will spare you the stupidity of this words, but he has accused us of violating his rules and not fighting fair. He claims only you girls or a dragon could have instructed him to do that to them. He claims it is you girls and the dragon who are really in charge. He has sent another set of rules excluding anything besides armor, weapons, and shields, no fire starting equipment, nothing flammable or able to burn, even arrows and bows. Once again, we are to meet at dawn."
The riders expressed their anger and outrage. The place was alight with red. We seven left to ponder any solution to this problem. As we walked, we worked our way towards the battlefield. The fires had burned out and the Raval soldiers had returned to camp. As we stood there, Maalicus and some clerics were slowly marching towards the smoldering bodies. The sounds of horns and drums finally worked over to us. Raval slowly made their ways over to watch the sight. When Maalicus got a little closer, his cloak became plain to my sight. It was very large, nearly double his arm length around his body. The white of pride clearly defined its edge. It was rock hard. Red bolts shot randomly through it to strike the white edge. With it being so dark, I could not tell if any cleric or wizard magic was in him. I did see random pulses flap it occasionally, which was unrelated to his anger. They began some sort of rite for those burnt before them. I wanted to laugh, but I stayed silent. I wanted to tell them that the souls of those burnt were long gone and none of their rite could help or hinder them. Just as this was the first time we truly saw Maalicus up close, it was his first time seeing us. The rite was over when he looked our way. The shock on his face said all I needed to know to show that he saw our glows or something close. With his twisted mind, this probably proved how "evil" we were and our power to "corrupt". As we stared at each other, Leo walked up beside us. Maalicus' expression went from shock to horror. No doubt the purity of Leo's glow, in his mind, showed Leo's depth of "evil". They did not return to their camp in procession, but nearly ran back. We discussed the likelihood of another scroll from him and what madness it would contain.
By sunset, another dozen or so Baalocs had secreted their way to our camp. Only a couple had any marks. We seven told Kendar and Droland we would not watch, listen, or participate in tomorrow's battle in any way. Falcon and Kendar had a decent connection by now so they could discuss any actions that arose during the fight. They accepted. We returned to our tent to sleep.