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Post by Limvordîr on Jun 8, 2014 2:08:01 GMT
All seemed still when the last villager fell dead, spilling frothy, discolored blood upon the leaves and dirt. From the village well crept a sickly green fog that seemed to claw its way from the water below. The party had watched Dunham succumb seconds after inhaling the mist before the old alchemist whispered dark words in the dying warrior's ears. Dunham moved to defend the old man, readied to strike those that had helped him return to his village with renewed vigor. With a cackle, Dunham and the old druid vanished with a loud crash, drawing the plagued villagers that now lie dead at the party's feet. Now there was nothing but this fog that threatened to devour the lands within hours, its victims left to claw at their throats before suffering a painful death.
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Post by Adoven Leoros Bloodwynd on Jun 12, 2014 5:24:07 GMT
Looking from a safe distance, Adoven observed the scene and shook his head, cursing himself that he wasn't there for a time as such. He continued his trek back towards his home to record said events, wishing there was something more he could have, or should have done.
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Post by Limvordîr on Jun 13, 2014 21:22:58 GMT
RECAP FOR THOSE THAT NEED IT
-The Locks is visited by a villager asking for aid; a fog is turning the villagers into feral cannibals -A party and supplies are gathered before they set out -On the way to the village, they were attacked by bandits -Bandits were driven away -Party found a statue with a silver sword; party took it with them -Old man found on the side of the road; he offers a cure for the fog from alchemic compound -Party arrives at a small farming village; villagers attack the party -Party decides to regroup and resupply back at the Locks -After getting more members to join the party, they set off again for the village -They pass the farming village and hear the sounds of battle -A man is fighting off a pack of werewolves -Party aids the man, Durham, in driving them off -The silver sword belongs to Durham's brother -Durham is from the plagued village and wishes to fight the plague; Durham joins the party -The party is attacked by werewolves, werebears, earth mages, and a stone golem -After the battle, they come to the village -Alchemist asks Durham to protect him as he administers the potion into the well -The fog thickens from the alchemist's potion and Durham falls dead -Alchemist resurrects Durham into a dreadnaught and both teleport away -The sounds from the alchemist's magic alert a large group of plagued villagers and the party is attacked -After the villagers are slain, the party must now find a way to cure the poison fog which now kills those that breathe it in
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Post by Limvordîr on Jun 13, 2014 21:48:01 GMT
Red Lightning prodded a corpse with his mace, observing a bloody gash that ended the villager's life. The blood was frothy and had a slight green tint to its color. Scratching his head, he stepped back away from the fog that was creeping from the well. The elf began to examine the nearby trees and rocks, a look of concern on his face.
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Post by Lord Ainvar Hrothgarsson on Jun 14, 2014 15:51:08 GMT
Ainvar wipes the contaminated blood from his sword, onto the tunic of a dead villager, calmly sheathing the weapon as he examines the aftermath. Walking up to Red Lightning, he began to speak lowly, 'Elf, what is it that you sense?'.
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Post by Fianna Dragonfly on Jul 8, 2014 4:09:18 GMT
Fianna looks around carefully, keeping away from the thickening fog as well. "Something is wrong, Ainvar. It is wrong with the land, can you not hear it?"
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