As the
Heroes rested in the Library, the
Jester played his song. It was soothing and calmed many among them, but outside the Library, Evil was afoot - both from friend and foe.
The
Leper stepped between the sleeping bodies and stooped beside one of them. He was snoring loudly and she could smell alcohol on his breath.
Doom
The
Grave Robber had just uncovered another body. She wiped off her sweaty brow and stooped down to inspect what was six feet under when a shifting of dirt nearby made her jump.
One of the graves was moving. She hopped out of the first grave and poked at the moving one when a hand burst from the dirt. She shrieked and fell backwards, landing on a pile of dirt. As the hand grasped for something solid, it got hold of a root and pulled the body it was attached to from below the grave.
It was gimmepie, the former Terror. His features were the same, but he was gaunt and thin. He seemed shorter as well, but his scars from the
Shambler were unmistakable.
"Help...me..." he whispered.
Doom
The
Crone sneaked into the Library through a hidden bookshelf. Her magic had been chaotic and confusing so far, but today's would prove entertaining. She pondered whether she wanted the Darkness to destroy the mortals. It didn't much matter to her in the end.
She stooped below her target, now fast asleep, and kissed his lips. As she kissed him, she spit pitch-black spiders into his mouth which crawled down his throat and through his body. She smiled at him before making her way out of the Library.
The
Arbalist patrolled outside of the Library, watchful for enemies. She was prepared for anything and had her crossbow ready when she saw it. The faint sluggish movements of the
Swine Prince. She fired her arrow at him, piercing his backside. His squeal made her flinch and suddenly
Wilbur was upon her, slashing at her throat. She threw the beast off her when the
Swine Prince stabbed her thigh and oinked loudly.
Doom
The
Arbalist pushed them both from herself and tried to get back inside the Library, but...two others were blocking her. They each stabbed her and laughed as she dragged herself into a corner, afraid and not ready to die.
A splash of poison crashed over her, drenching her in toxins. Her attackers fled. She rushed inside the Library, thanking the masked
Hero for saving her, but feeling nauseous.
By what they believed was dawn, they felt rested and ready to move forward.
The Drums of Doom grew louder as they left the Library.
Doom doom doom.
THE DAMAGE
Bounty Hunter
Grave Robber
Arbalist -25
Crusader
Leper
Jester
Highwayman
Hellion
Hound Master
Caretaker
GreyBidoof the Man-at-Arms
Occulist
Plague Doctor -0
Vestal
Necromancer
Acolyte
Brawler
Bloodletter
Cutthroat
Thug
Swine Prince -1
Swinetaur
Wilbur
Swine Drummer
Shambler
Gypsy
Hag
Crone
Prophet
Villager
Blacksmith
Barkeep
Priest
Guildman
Guildlady
Wanderer
Nurse
Grave Digger
THE GAMEPLAY