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We're taking a short break so I figured I'd scribe down a few notes on the last few hours. We were able to explore a bit of the ruined village surrounding the magic academy but didn't find much. We worked our way around to the gates of the school but then encountered a strangely mixed group... humans, elves, even a dwarf and a gnome. Wordlessly they drew weapons and attacked us.
I hope I don't come across as being overconfident, but the fight went very well for us. The group of enemies were moving oddly, a slow and shuffling gait, and came at us between two of the ruined village buildings. I moved up to take on one of the front rank... Siriean cast some sort of spell that made the weeds and treebranches reach out and tie up most of the other attackers so they couldn't get at us. Nagmar waded into the group and started laying about with his axe; while he, too, was getting tangled up, he didn't seem to mind.
Before long we had cut the last of the things down... I say things because while they may have been people at one time they weren't anymore. They smelled like something that's been dead for a while. I'd never believed the folktales I'd heard of things like zombies, but I'm starting to rethink that. Two of the attackers had the same tatoo on their arms as the people we're supposed to be harassing, so they're apparently around.
As we were collecting our thoughts after this attack and getting patched up (Cham, mainly... he needs to learn to protect himself better or he's going to end up dead) we heard some voices calling out to us. Two more humans had watched what had happened and seemed to think it safe to come out. They claim to have been working with a caravan of some sort, but the man who had hired them started killing the group so they prudently left. It strikes me as a bit odd that they said it happened a week ago yet they were still staying around here... I don't trust these two at all, but nonetheless, they are going along with us for now. I'll be keeping my eyes on them both. The woman called herself Frost and the man Garion.
The seemingly strange occurances continued. This school was supposed to be locked somehow to keep folks from gaining entrance, yet the gates stood open to just walk through. There were two doors in the courtyard, one of which was open. Maybe later, if there's no one around, I'll see about taking a crack at the locked door. I haven't gotten my hands on a lock in a while and I need the practice, if nothing else. At any rate, inside the door that was opened we found what seemed to be either a chapel or meeting hall of some sort... there were rows of benches with backs and a stage of some sort at the front. Oh, and the benches were packed with dead and dismembered bodies. Mordreth and Frost were both overcome with the stench and puked up whatever was in their stomachs.
I was checking along the walls to see if I could find a torch or something to give us some more light while some of the others were looking around on the stage. Next thing I know Mordreth, Cham and Siriean are all shouting about something... Cham's shadow seems to be attacking him! At some point a curtain on the stage was lit on fire; I gathered some of the flaming cloth onto my blade and tried to hit the shadow... figured the best way to deal with a shadow was with light. Frost came and did something that drove the shadow away... probably a good thing since most of our efforts didn't seem to be bothering it. We caught our breath and seem to be fine... all except Cham who seems to be a bit winded or something.
I hope I don't come across as being overconfident, but the fight went very well for us. The group of enemies were moving oddly, a slow and shuffling gait, and came at us between two of the ruined village buildings. I moved up to take on one of the front rank... Siriean cast some sort of spell that made the weeds and treebranches reach out and tie up most of the other attackers so they couldn't get at us. Nagmar waded into the group and started laying about with his axe; while he, too, was getting tangled up, he didn't seem to mind.
Before long we had cut the last of the things down... I say things because while they may have been people at one time they weren't anymore. They smelled like something that's been dead for a while. I'd never believed the folktales I'd heard of things like zombies, but I'm starting to rethink that. Two of the attackers had the same tatoo on their arms as the people we're supposed to be harassing, so they're apparently around.
As we were collecting our thoughts after this attack and getting patched up (Cham, mainly... he needs to learn to protect himself better or he's going to end up dead) we heard some voices calling out to us. Two more humans had watched what had happened and seemed to think it safe to come out. They claim to have been working with a caravan of some sort, but the man who had hired them started killing the group so they prudently left. It strikes me as a bit odd that they said it happened a week ago yet they were still staying around here... I don't trust these two at all, but nonetheless, they are going along with us for now. I'll be keeping my eyes on them both. The woman called herself Frost and the man Garion.
The seemingly strange occurances continued. This school was supposed to be locked somehow to keep folks from gaining entrance, yet the gates stood open to just walk through. There were two doors in the courtyard, one of which was open. Maybe later, if there's no one around, I'll see about taking a crack at the locked door. I haven't gotten my hands on a lock in a while and I need the practice, if nothing else. At any rate, inside the door that was opened we found what seemed to be either a chapel or meeting hall of some sort... there were rows of benches with backs and a stage of some sort at the front. Oh, and the benches were packed with dead and dismembered bodies. Mordreth and Frost were both overcome with the stench and puked up whatever was in their stomachs.
I was checking along the walls to see if I could find a torch or something to give us some more light while some of the others were looking around on the stage. Next thing I know Mordreth, Cham and Siriean are all shouting about something... Cham's shadow seems to be attacking him! At some point a curtain on the stage was lit on fire; I gathered some of the flaming cloth onto my blade and tried to hit the shadow... figured the best way to deal with a shadow was with light. Frost came and did something that drove the shadow away... probably a good thing since most of our efforts didn't seem to be bothering it. We caught our breath and seem to be fine... all except Cham who seems to be a bit winded or something.
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