An Unsettling Night

“Hmm, an impressive sight,” wondered Hasan. “Much larger than the Elyan ever managed. This was once an great society. But gone now. Let us press on, warily now, for I fear the spirits we will meet next will be less simple than these.” The elf crooned a last time at the snakes the party had disturbed and sent them on their way with a flick of his bow. The elf turned and walked soundlessly west.

Ludo followed on behind Hasan, the land seemed lifeless and barren, except for some simple widelife, what ever was here was still well hidden, hopefully as they explored further the local people would make themselves known and would be friendly.

Stephan followed Hasan’s lead wishing they had mounts to trek faster through these barren lands. The surroundings were worse than barren land. The abandoned nature of it–with the neglected houses, buildings and shrines–sent a message. A message of warning. This did not seem like a place in which to tarry.

Feldard was ill at ease as they traveled westward now. He kept glancing back over his shoulder, twitchingly – keeping watch was a good thing to do when one is on rearguard; but he was doing to more oft than watching ahead where he and the others were going and found himself stumbling over rubble and debris which did his dwarven pride no amount of good when he noticed the elf chuckling at him. “I don’t like this place – I feel as if we’re being watched.” Was all Feldard could say in response to the elf’s questioning glance.

“Keep your chin up, Feldad,” muttered Miklos, “And your head on your shoulders, too. Before we leave this place, we’ll need all our wits and all our brawn, I am sure of it.”

Maruc walked steadily, but he too kept a careful watch. “We must know more of this strange place, even so, Miklos. Imagine the power. The Duke himself will be curious to know of this place, when we next return to Specularum.”

Maruc stopped at a footprint. “Odd, I would have thought all tracks would have been eroded? There is someone alive around here.” he turned to Miklos. “What sort of footprint would a Jackal headed man leave?”

“Indeed Maruc, I am more concerned about the other tracks, they are very strange, some large creature. They follow the same path. Hunting perhaps? We have discovered little of value here, I fear this side of the valley has no secrets to offer. Let us see down yonder, it opens up a little down there.” Miklos made his way down the western path.

The adventurers travelled eastward until it became time to make camp. They followed their usual protocal and made preparations for nightfall. As unsettling as the valley was during the day, it was even moreso at night.

As those who kept watch scanned for threats, they caught glimpses of distant dim shapes moving slowly through the gloom. Then in the middle of the night, all were awakened by a faraway blood-curdling scream that echoed off the eastern walls of the valley.



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8 responses to “An Unsettling Night

  1. 2am, Nytdain, the 16th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Light showers, warm

    Maruc: 10xp
    Miklos: 10xp
    Feldard: 10xp
    Hasan: 10xp+5xp+10xp
    Stephan: 10xp
    Ludo: 10xp

    Maruc: 30,205/48000
    Miklos: 30,070/40000
    Feldard: 30,625/34000
    Hasan: 29,690/32000
    Stephan: 29,765/32000
    Ludo: 29,405/40,000

  2. Feldard was up and on watch when the scream sounded and the sound of it chilled the dwarf to the core, as he gripped his axe tightly – half expecting horrors beyond imaging to suddenly descend apon them. The scream was humanoid of that he was certain.

    Feldard looked to elf, knowing that the sound would have woken the light sleeper. “How far do you guess it to be?”

    The dwarf frowned trying to determine the direction of the scream – part of him wanting to seek out it’s source to give aid, but knowing that from the sound he would not arrive in time to help.

  3. Ludo

    At the sound of the scream, Ludo was instantly awake. He was always a light sleeper and this empty land with its barren landscape and cold frigid air was making him nervous. Within the moonlight he watched his companions in turn, he could tell they were uncertain what was out there. He couldn’t tell how far away or even in what direction had the scream animated from and commented that “well we know something is out there now, which is a good thing isn’t it”, he left the question hanging in the still night air. He laid down back into his bedroll, and placed his sword at his side. The night was going to be long.

  4. Hasan

    We have no choice, Hasan contributed reluctantly. We must discover what lies there. The light stones, Miklos. Thank you.

    Brandishing his lit stone, the elf led the party toward the sound they had heard.

  5. Ludo

    Ludo reluctantly got up and expertly packed his bedroll and followed Hasan into the still night. “Hasan this is fool’s errand, we have no idea what we are walking into”. With his sword drawn he followed Hasan across the moon lit landscape.

  6. Maruc was drowsy. “What’s going on?” he mumbled trying to shake the sleep from his head. He looked over a Miklos, still snoring. “Wake up wizard.” he booted the recumbent form of the mage.
    “A scream. From over yonder.” Feldard pointed eastward. “Hard to pin point it though its echoing around the valley. I could be miles away.”
    Maruc thought a moment. “Hasan seems to be confident we’ll find something, but its not in the direction we were going. Are you sure it wasn’t the scream of an un-quiet spirit? Designed to lure us to a unearthly grave?”
    “Normal rules do not govern within these encircling mountains. We must be on our guard and trust to nothing.”

    Maruc hefted on his armour and shield. “Hasan has never led us astray before and we might learn something of value. My opinion is we investigate. At the very least we should not split up. There is safety ion numbers as they say.”

    Allowing Hasan a few moments to orient himself Maruc followed a few paces behind.

  7. miklosdostevar

    “Heh!” complained Miklos as he registered the blow. “One more like that and I’ll leave you dangling in a cocoon on sticky silk!” Hasan looked at him expectantly. “What?” Miklos snapped shortly. “Oh, Light-stones. One second.” he rooted around in his pack and passed one to the elf. He watched him stalk off silently.
    “More excitement? What is it this time?”
    “A scream according to Feldard.” chimed in Maruc, grinning, “And I didn’t kick you that hard. Hasan thinks he knows where it came from. You joining us or do you fancy being left here?”
    Miklos glanced around the uninviting landscape. “Give me a second to get organised.” He pulled his bedroll together and hurried after the group.

  8. Stephan

    Stephan sputtered awake hearing “…you fancy being left here?” Taking short but deep breaths he almost panicked seeing the party nearly ready to depart. Without asking, he bundled his rain-damp things, trying to catch up with his comrades.

    “A scream? Was it a wildcat? A woman? Can’t the elf see in the dark?”

    He readied his sword and shield and assumed a stealth march gait.

    “This reminds me of the Battle of Fenmoor. We had to march two days in a drizzle. Hate being wet so much. Mud. Cold. Ugh.”

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