Miklos stared at the ghoulish posts in disgust. “What manner of folk would do this? It must be a warning designed to ward people off. But from what?”
Ludo kept his sword in hand and advanced towards the gruesome heads, He pulled a light stone from his pocket and used the light to peel away the gloom surrounding him and the ghostly visage. Well one mystery is solved at least, he swiped his sword and knocked the poles to the ground, knocking the heads loose from their perch. “Maruc I mean no disrespect to the departed, but I do not think it is right that they remain on the poles”. He felt a need to dispose of the heads but was extremly nervous – he felt like the party was being watched. I have a bad feeling about this place something is not right.
A groaning laugh escaped Hasan’s thin lips. The elf shook his head, “Spirits up now, boys, we’ll find the end of this mystery soon enough, I think.” And the elf fell into rank behind the tall broad cleric.
The dwarf wasn’t bothered in the least by the displayed heads and merely raised an eyebrow as Ludo knocked the poles down. He waited a moment, half expecting some manner alarm to be raised when that failed to erupt Feldard gave a grunt in response to the elf’s comment and returned to his rear guard position.
Ludo rubbed his forhead, the wailing was getting on his nerves, it sounded mournful and within the mist and fog it was difficult to guess its direction and how far away it was. Ludo was certain that it was not the wind making the noise, which led him to believe that whoever decapiated the bodies was close by and hunting the party.
Stephan was relieved to see the poled-heads instead of some un-worldly creatures. But his relief was by no means complete and he moved on with his party on high alert.
“Be on your guard, Ludo we can care for the dead when this place is free of evil.” Maruc warned.
The group moved forward through the mist, and saw the outline of another set of impaled heads. Then another, and then more still. The entire place was filled with impaled heads. The wailing continued.
Hasan’s keen vision focused in on one of the decapitated heads. He narrowed his eyes. Were those…bite marks?
Before any more exploration could be done, two hideous creatures burst out from a hidden tunnel entrance near where Stephan and Miklos were standing. They were on top of them immediately. Stephan’s armor protected him from the ghoul’s bite, but Miklos had no such protection to offer. The ghoul sunk his teeth into the mage’s shoulder. Miklos cried out, but his voice faded as consciousness left him. The undead beast dropped the paralyzed spellcaster and his eyes darted about in search of new prey.