Night of the Restless Dead

Feldard paused a moment to study the slime trail, wiping his feet on the packed ground beside and pondering the size of the creature that made it. “Hasan, what manner of creature leaves behind a trail like this? Whatever it was, Feldard judged it to much larger than man-sized.

“Some greater undead can leave a foetid trail.” said Maruc uneasily. “Let us hope they are not hungry for our flesh.

Miklos winced. “Nice thought, priest.” He started to consider the use of widespread mage wrought lighting. He glanced at the trail. “Floating undead perhaps?”

Maruc shrugged. “Wraiths or Wights. They’ll simply suck your soul from your body. If we are really unlucky it might be a Spectre or Banshee. I don’t think demi Liches would remain out here. Of course I could be wrong. it might be a deamon?” Maruc peered at the landscape populated by restless shades.

“I for one don’t fancy sleeping out here tonight. Halav helps those that help themselves.”

“Nyet! This is all just…not good,” Stephan shuddered. He hefted his blade and shield, unsure what posture to take against the shades.

“How I long for a decent foe of flesh and blood, eh Feldard?” The Traladaran seemed to need commiseration. “To feel your axe bite into goblin skull…wouldn’t that be great. Just to kill the beast and have it gone. These…” he fecklessly gestured with is sword, “these things,” he nearly spat the sophomoric words, “these… vapors….they’re…well, I just don’t hold with them. Not at all a noble foe.”

Stooping to peer at the slime Feldard haphazardly discovered, “Seems like a slug’s trail. But a very large one.”

“Flying slugs? I hope you are right.” Maruc absently commented.

“A flying slug or a Demi Lich, who cares? In all that is holy, let’s get out of here before these undead decide that our flesh would make a tasty morsel. Lets keep walking until we find a village or town.”

“The dead fear the living, too, friends,” counseled Hasan. “They give us wide berth. We walk in dangerous paths, but we have nowhere else to walk. We have said before that underground is likely where we will find what we seek. A slug might lead us to that path more quickly than the road. Let us chase this animal, before it chases us.” And the elf took up the dwarf-discovered trail and searched it diligently. Finding nothing, he urged the companions forward, in the direction the trail suggested.

They continued to walk through the night, and the dead kept their distance throughout, eventually disappearing altogether just prior to when the sun began to rise. They did not discover any further evidence of what may have left the slime trail. The group had reached the edge of the western part of the valley. Another abandoned village was now within view, and appeared to be a place that would suffice to get a rest.

As they approached, they saw three dead warriors slumped near one of the empty buildings. They were short and muscular and wore lizard-skin armor. They were all bald, and actually had no hair on their bodies at all. Their weapons, which were quite crude, lay scattered on the ground about them, some of them were bloodied.



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9 responses to “Night of the Restless Dead

  1. 6am, Nytdain, the 16th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Humid, warm

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

    Maruc: 30,235/48000
    Miklos: 30,100/40000
    Feldard: 30,665/34000
    Hasan: 29,725/32000
    Stephan: 29,800/32000
    Ludo: 29,435/40,000

  2. hasan

    hey, DM, these warriors, are they (or at least, do they appear to be) human warriors or is it some obviously different species. Thx!

  3. “We must bury these poor souls. No matter what their cause this is no way to be left to eternal rest. No wonder the valley is full of restless spirits.” Maruc lent closer. They have met a violent end. They do not look like normal men, perhaps they have come from distant country?”

  4. miklosdostevar

    Avoiding the macabre scene Miklos turned aside. “A distant country? Ha! I’ll lay a bet that they are more local than we are. Ancient culture remember? They seem to dwindled somewhat though. Perhaps these are the degenerate offspring of the mighty Hukataan empire? All that remains of a once powerful culture.” Miklos thought for a moment. “With a fetish for carving Jackal headed sculptures? Some superstition perhaps?”

  5. Hasan’s confusion on this matter would be appropriate. (this is vague on purpose)

  6. Feldard grumbled at the suggestion of burying the dead. “If these things start moving while I am piling rocks on them, I’ll blame you priest!” But the dwarf agreed – the dead did need to be laid to rest. He picked up the nearest rock and moved closer to begin burying the remains. (Assuming I don’t have shovel). Nearer now, he is wary and studied the bloodied remains more closely. (How recent do these deaths look to be?)

  7. hasan

    Hasan watched and listened. “To find here the shadows of the dead did not surprise me, but this is too strange. Do what you must, Feldard, but do it quickly. Let us stay together. Danger has come upon us.”

  8. Ludo

    Ludo stood back, he had no interest in burying bodies and kept watch. What Feldard and the others did not seem to realise was that the deceased had died suddenly and violently. Whoever did this was still out there and could be watching them. This place is evil, was the thought that flashed through his mind. This was the Valley of Death.

  9. Stephan

    Stephan was reluctant to assist in burying the dead but Maruc’s insistence carried divine weight. In a stalwart manner, he quickly piled rocks on the deceased. He too noted the condition of the dead as he worked. This was a job he wished to have done soon.

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