Monday, December 14, 2015

Zombie Apocalypse (Date 1/3/23)


The dead crawled forth from the sewers. Crawling and shambling, several fell to Hedge's blade, but it became immediately clear that the numbers were unmanageable. A few lucky, clubbing strikes landed as the party retreated into the nearly solid town-hall-like structure whose bell tower had held the phantom bell that had called the undead forth. Those that died turned to vapor that seeped immediately into the ground. The party retreated to the loft and made a stand until morning, with little more to do than debate theories once the stairwells were closed off. Hedge used his new cloak to traverse the rafters in rat form and found a storeroom of old documents that contained several secrets. The town was once called Coranado's Ferry, and was both a shipping hub and a tourist destination for wealthy citizens. It had been presided over by its own mayor. At dawn (around 5am) the bell reappeared floating high in the tower, and as it tolled seven slow chimes the mass of bodies withdrew into the ground.

The party left town and headed south, aiming for home, but on the second day, a well-armed band of mounted gnolls rushed from cover, barking savage war cries, their nets at the ready.

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