Khariz
07-17-2014, 02:51 AM
As the army of death marches on Wehnimer's Landing, a grotesque figure moves among them. His eyes are incarnadine-hued and glowing bright, his skin as grey as slate and covered in glistening red veins. His ghost white hair resembles shards of bones, and his face is nearly skeletal, with bone spikes and plates growing out of his shoulders. A dark, ruddy aura emanates from the abomination's crimson breastplate, like a brilliant red star amidst a sea of shadows.
High above, a small speck begins to grow, after several moments it becomes apparent that some large object is speeding down! A local townswoman who has also seen this runs away yelling, "THE SKY IS FALLING!" just as a massive gelatinous lump of flesh lands on the ground, splattering the surroundings with globs of gore.
The gnarled black trees behind Moot Hall begin to sway their branches rapidly, as if suddenly exciting, and reaching out for something.
The ground rhythmically pulses with a blood-red glow like an enormous heart, slowly returning back to normal.
A bright fire rages around the North Gate of Wehnimer's Landing.
Walkar's dark, raspy voice carries on the cold wind, "Rise my soldiers, join your brethren, and be reborn."
From the graveyard of Wehnimer's Landing, the mangled corpses of townspeople, from blacksmiths, to cobblers, to fishermen, be they elven, or dwarven, or gnome, rise up and slowly shamble out of town, marching south in the direction of the Deadfall forest.
From the forest, and exteriors around Wehnimer's Landing, rotting militiamen burst out of the ground, some long dead, some barely rotting. They march with purpose, heading south towards the Deadfall forest.
High above, a small speck begins to grow, after several moments it becomes apparent that some large object is speeding down! A local townswoman who has also seen this runs away yelling, "THE SKY IS FALLING!" just as a massive gelatinous lump of flesh lands on the ground, splattering the surroundings with globs of gore.
The gnarled black trees behind Moot Hall begin to sway their branches rapidly, as if suddenly exciting, and reaching out for something.
The ground rhythmically pulses with a blood-red glow like an enormous heart, slowly returning back to normal.
A bright fire rages around the North Gate of Wehnimer's Landing.
Walkar's dark, raspy voice carries on the cold wind, "Rise my soldiers, join your brethren, and be reborn."
From the graveyard of Wehnimer's Landing, the mangled corpses of townspeople, from blacksmiths, to cobblers, to fishermen, be they elven, or dwarven, or gnome, rise up and slowly shamble out of town, marching south in the direction of the Deadfall forest.
From the forest, and exteriors around Wehnimer's Landing, rotting militiamen burst out of the ground, some long dead, some barely rotting. They march with purpose, heading south towards the Deadfall forest.