Fists of fury
Ahh now, let's see. Oh yes.
After gathering our wounded companions from that cursed mansion, we fled back into the forest, hoping to try and regain the safety of the barn before night closed in around us completely. The trip was long and tiring, but before long the barn was in sight. As we hustled through town, we could sense a presence following us, lurking in the shadows, just out of sight. Exhausted as we were we quickly climbing into the barn, and not a moment too soon. For just as Bernard'd feet had cleared the ground, the hooded figure leapt from the darkness and drove it's dagger into the door. Bernard gained the safety of the loft and the figure skulked off into the night. We praised Ezra for our luck and prepared ourselves for some much needed rest just as the rain began to wash the street clean.
But a simple life was not to be our fate, for in the darkness of the night we could see vague shapes moving between the houses. Flickers of torchlight were seen behind buildings, we could sense some evil presence crawling closer and closer to us. But Ezra did not fully abandon us, for when the first torch came arching through the air, bounced off of the walls, fell to the ground and was extinguished. The ghouls came charging towards the barn, throwing their torches at us. It seemed that they believed in repaying our previous behaviour. The torches landed in the hay and flames started to lick the walls while the evil ones clawed their way up the walls and into our sanctuary. But we were prepared for them and rushed to smite them. Kelios and Peotr stood by that stout farmer, Lars and protected the East door. Peotr's magic seemed to bring animals out of thin air while Kelios was deadly accurate with her sling. Lars decided to let the earth do the work for him and knocked down any ghoul that managed to climb up to us. Bernard proved to be the master of the crossbow and quite handy with a blade as he fended off the west window. A fire had started by Bernard, so I quickly gathered some buckets of water and climbed to help him. When I gained the loft, a ghoul rushed through the window and charged screaming towards me. With a quick flick of my wrist, I smote him with the bucket and extinguished part of the flames. The ghouls proved to be little challenge for us and were almost vanquished when the hooded man slipped in through the window. For once our lights were combined and we worked in unison quickly bringing the hooded one to his knees and tossing him out the window. But some evil magic was at work, for we looked away from just a second and the body was gone, vanished into the night. Once again we settled down to rest and it was not to be. A familiar evil stench settled over the barn and we were awoken by the screams of Lars. His fellow villagers had been overcome by evil and attacked him. We were forced to end their suffering and slay them again. And now we are concerned, for only Lars and father Brushin now stand beside us, and Kelios seems to have contracted the same foul illness that claimed the poor merchant Dunkin.
As morning broke, I started the dirty task of removing the bodies of our fallen comrades. I placed them into one of the abandoned houses, asked for their forgiveness and removed their head. Hopefully this will provide them with the permanent rest that they deserve.
[This musical interlude provided by slashco, the best name in slasher knives. When the mob of villagers finally burn you at the stake, make sure you're holding onto a slashco knife.]
Kelios stood watching her companions move. They were soo boring and never did anything interesting. Somewhere out there there must be something fun. She skipped towards Mordo's cottage, he seemed to have some interesting trinkets, maybe she could borrow a few of them. As she bent to fiddle with the lock, she chided Mordo for thinking that this piece of junk could keep her out. She stepped in and closed the door behind her. She could hear anyone moving around, maybe Mordo had been eaten like the others. She started searching the strange herbs and mixtures for something to cure her fever, but was interrupted by a low growl from the other room. As she turned, the now zombified Mordo rushed towards her, talons ripping into her flesh. She slashed feebly at him as she moved towards the door and safety. She barely managed to slip outside and close the door with her life. As she leaned against the door, gasping for breath, she could feel the rotting fists of Mordo pounding against the door. She summoned forth her magic and called forth beasts to do her biding. The beasts appeared from the air and attacked Mordo as best the could. Finally her magics failed her and she rushed into the woods to hide. As Mordo stumbled from the house, she took aim and launched at stone into his head. He toppled to the ground, dead once again.
After removing the dead, we gathered at the Tarascon house to once again investigate the haunted house. The trail of blood that went into the house was obvious to even the most oblivious of us. Gathering some lanterns we followed the path into the cellar. The path led into a large storage room and when we opened the door, we saw the hooded man, collapsed on some creates. Hoping to gather some knowledge as to what would cause such a creature to commit such hideous acts, I stepped forward to unmask the villain. As the mask slipped off I was confronted with the strangely contorted visage of the constable; the same man that we had seen dead, hanging in a meat locker yesterday. The sounds of shattering wood cut off my cry of warning, as ghouls burst forth from their hiding spots and the true hooded man appeared from beneath the stairs. I stood between a zombie and a ghoul, both eager for my flesh. I could see the others fighting with the hooded man and another ghoul, but I had to save myself before I could aid them. Although their fetid stench almost overpowered me and I could feel the numbing touch of the ghouls claws threatening to overwhelm me, I was able to vanquish the ghoul with little trouble. Although the constable was a good man, in death he was of little concern, so I moved towards my companions to help with the hooded man. As I moved I saw that Kelios had collapsed in a pool of blood and Peotr had succumb to the chilling touch of the ghouls. I could see the horror fill Bernard's face as the claws of the ghoul struck him and the cold froze his flesh. And now was my time, I held the lives of my companions, indeed, the entire town in my hands. Should I fail, none would survive. I quickly tossed Peotr into the room, and moved against the wall, screaming at the hooded man and preparing to face their onslaught. The light of was with me that day, for as the last ghoul lunged past me, I landed a quick punch on it head and it fell to the floor. Now only the hooded man and the constable threatened me. The battle was hard, but goodness eventually triumphs over evil and the hooded man fell before me. With a flurry of blows I laid the constable's soul to rest and reached towards the hooded man. With a snarl, he slashed at me, seeming to rise from the dead. I was too quick for such a weak trick and easily avoided the clumsy blow. A well placed blow finally brought this evil chapter to a close.
As soon as everyone was well enough to move, we unmasked the villain. Before us lay the bodies of one of the Tarascon twins, we assumes that it must be Jean, since we had heard that Marcel had died just before the dead started walking the land. Bernard seemed quite eager to release Jean's soul and purify the body so we quickly created a funeral pyre and delivered Jean's body to Ezra. It seemed that the evil had be defeated. Among Mordos possessions was found a book on swamp cults. Perhaps poor Jean had read something similar and been possessed by it's evil writings. The rain continued throughout the night, but nothing unnatural occurred that night.
In the morning we encountered Pior, the stone cutter. He had finally ventured out, looking for some food for his family. We managed to deliver food to Marcus, the wood cutter as well and gather some more ammunition from the blacksmith. With nothing strange happening, we decided to search the graveyard. We found that our lock was still in place and that only a few of the graves had been disturbed. Although the old rusted gate to the ancient graveyard stood ominously before us, we started to gain hope that the worst was over. But as we returned to the barn we were to find out that this was not so. We had found Luc earlier in the day and let him stay with us. As the night deepened the lightning gained in intensity. The rain became a deluge, until a river ran through the streets. It was as if the island had begun to sink, as if the swamp was trying to reclaim it. Luc grew more and more agitated, speaking of a lost scroll hidden behind 6 stars. The lightning became more violent and suddenly Luc turned to us and screamed 'my brother is coming for you!' and then we heard it. From across the town, from all around us, the evil whine of the walking dead.
Ezra protect us. The storm had finally broken.
After gathering our wounded companions from that cursed mansion, we fled back into the forest, hoping to try and regain the safety of the barn before night closed in around us completely. The trip was long and tiring, but before long the barn was in sight. As we hustled through town, we could sense a presence following us, lurking in the shadows, just out of sight. Exhausted as we were we quickly climbing into the barn, and not a moment too soon. For just as Bernard'd feet had cleared the ground, the hooded figure leapt from the darkness and drove it's dagger into the door. Bernard gained the safety of the loft and the figure skulked off into the night. We praised Ezra for our luck and prepared ourselves for some much needed rest just as the rain began to wash the street clean.
But a simple life was not to be our fate, for in the darkness of the night we could see vague shapes moving between the houses. Flickers of torchlight were seen behind buildings, we could sense some evil presence crawling closer and closer to us. But Ezra did not fully abandon us, for when the first torch came arching through the air, bounced off of the walls, fell to the ground and was extinguished. The ghouls came charging towards the barn, throwing their torches at us. It seemed that they believed in repaying our previous behaviour. The torches landed in the hay and flames started to lick the walls while the evil ones clawed their way up the walls and into our sanctuary. But we were prepared for them and rushed to smite them. Kelios and Peotr stood by that stout farmer, Lars and protected the East door. Peotr's magic seemed to bring animals out of thin air while Kelios was deadly accurate with her sling. Lars decided to let the earth do the work for him and knocked down any ghoul that managed to climb up to us. Bernard proved to be the master of the crossbow and quite handy with a blade as he fended off the west window. A fire had started by Bernard, so I quickly gathered some buckets of water and climbed to help him. When I gained the loft, a ghoul rushed through the window and charged screaming towards me. With a quick flick of my wrist, I smote him with the bucket and extinguished part of the flames. The ghouls proved to be little challenge for us and were almost vanquished when the hooded man slipped in through the window. For once our lights were combined and we worked in unison quickly bringing the hooded one to his knees and tossing him out the window. But some evil magic was at work, for we looked away from just a second and the body was gone, vanished into the night. Once again we settled down to rest and it was not to be. A familiar evil stench settled over the barn and we were awoken by the screams of Lars. His fellow villagers had been overcome by evil and attacked him. We were forced to end their suffering and slay them again. And now we are concerned, for only Lars and father Brushin now stand beside us, and Kelios seems to have contracted the same foul illness that claimed the poor merchant Dunkin.
As morning broke, I started the dirty task of removing the bodies of our fallen comrades. I placed them into one of the abandoned houses, asked for their forgiveness and removed their head. Hopefully this will provide them with the permanent rest that they deserve.
[This musical interlude provided by slashco, the best name in slasher knives. When the mob of villagers finally burn you at the stake, make sure you're holding onto a slashco knife.]
Kelios stood watching her companions move. They were soo boring and never did anything interesting. Somewhere out there there must be something fun. She skipped towards Mordo's cottage, he seemed to have some interesting trinkets, maybe she could borrow a few of them. As she bent to fiddle with the lock, she chided Mordo for thinking that this piece of junk could keep her out. She stepped in and closed the door behind her. She could hear anyone moving around, maybe Mordo had been eaten like the others. She started searching the strange herbs and mixtures for something to cure her fever, but was interrupted by a low growl from the other room. As she turned, the now zombified Mordo rushed towards her, talons ripping into her flesh. She slashed feebly at him as she moved towards the door and safety. She barely managed to slip outside and close the door with her life. As she leaned against the door, gasping for breath, she could feel the rotting fists of Mordo pounding against the door. She summoned forth her magic and called forth beasts to do her biding. The beasts appeared from the air and attacked Mordo as best the could. Finally her magics failed her and she rushed into the woods to hide. As Mordo stumbled from the house, she took aim and launched at stone into his head. He toppled to the ground, dead once again.
After removing the dead, we gathered at the Tarascon house to once again investigate the haunted house. The trail of blood that went into the house was obvious to even the most oblivious of us. Gathering some lanterns we followed the path into the cellar. The path led into a large storage room and when we opened the door, we saw the hooded man, collapsed on some creates. Hoping to gather some knowledge as to what would cause such a creature to commit such hideous acts, I stepped forward to unmask the villain. As the mask slipped off I was confronted with the strangely contorted visage of the constable; the same man that we had seen dead, hanging in a meat locker yesterday. The sounds of shattering wood cut off my cry of warning, as ghouls burst forth from their hiding spots and the true hooded man appeared from beneath the stairs. I stood between a zombie and a ghoul, both eager for my flesh. I could see the others fighting with the hooded man and another ghoul, but I had to save myself before I could aid them. Although their fetid stench almost overpowered me and I could feel the numbing touch of the ghouls claws threatening to overwhelm me, I was able to vanquish the ghoul with little trouble. Although the constable was a good man, in death he was of little concern, so I moved towards my companions to help with the hooded man. As I moved I saw that Kelios had collapsed in a pool of blood and Peotr had succumb to the chilling touch of the ghouls. I could see the horror fill Bernard's face as the claws of the ghoul struck him and the cold froze his flesh. And now was my time, I held the lives of my companions, indeed, the entire town in my hands. Should I fail, none would survive. I quickly tossed Peotr into the room, and moved against the wall, screaming at the hooded man and preparing to face their onslaught. The light of was with me that day, for as the last ghoul lunged past me, I landed a quick punch on it head and it fell to the floor. Now only the hooded man and the constable threatened me. The battle was hard, but goodness eventually triumphs over evil and the hooded man fell before me. With a flurry of blows I laid the constable's soul to rest and reached towards the hooded man. With a snarl, he slashed at me, seeming to rise from the dead. I was too quick for such a weak trick and easily avoided the clumsy blow. A well placed blow finally brought this evil chapter to a close.
As soon as everyone was well enough to move, we unmasked the villain. Before us lay the bodies of one of the Tarascon twins, we assumes that it must be Jean, since we had heard that Marcel had died just before the dead started walking the land. Bernard seemed quite eager to release Jean's soul and purify the body so we quickly created a funeral pyre and delivered Jean's body to Ezra. It seemed that the evil had be defeated. Among Mordos possessions was found a book on swamp cults. Perhaps poor Jean had read something similar and been possessed by it's evil writings. The rain continued throughout the night, but nothing unnatural occurred that night.
In the morning we encountered Pior, the stone cutter. He had finally ventured out, looking for some food for his family. We managed to deliver food to Marcus, the wood cutter as well and gather some more ammunition from the blacksmith. With nothing strange happening, we decided to search the graveyard. We found that our lock was still in place and that only a few of the graves had been disturbed. Although the old rusted gate to the ancient graveyard stood ominously before us, we started to gain hope that the worst was over. But as we returned to the barn we were to find out that this was not so. We had found Luc earlier in the day and let him stay with us. As the night deepened the lightning gained in intensity. The rain became a deluge, until a river ran through the streets. It was as if the island had begun to sink, as if the swamp was trying to reclaim it. Luc grew more and more agitated, speaking of a lost scroll hidden behind 6 stars. The lightning became more violent and suddenly Luc turned to us and screamed 'my brother is coming for you!' and then we heard it. From across the town, from all around us, the evil whine of the walking dead.
Ezra protect us. The storm had finally broken.
posted by groodude at 2:57 p.m.
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