“These wretched souls didn’t deserve this. Not even the orcs.”
As a highly devout individual, Carol Black-Oak finds the black plague particularly vile. Not only has it killed countless numbers, but their souls may well be trapped within these undead husks. The mages and priests among the survivors can’t say either way, as their animation could be due to a number of foul energies. Carol won’t take that chance. She sees it as her holy cause to free the souls trapped within the withered, shambling husks, and send those responsible screaming down to the netherworld.