MAS, BANE, BAD!
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MAS, BANE, BAD!
From the darkness rises an army of undead from the desolate sands of Kumdah marching their way to Troll's Bane. Egging them onward, feeding their hunger for destruction is a figure draped in blood red robes. His swords are drenched in spoiled blood as he continues to slash and chop the mindless creatures all around the high walls of Bane. Lurking in the darkness he strikes with precision to cover the pure snow in their tainted blood. As one falls two rise to take its place until the entire city of Troll's Bane is besieged by these damned creatures. Citizens, visitors, and guards can no doubt hear their agonizing moans for flesh, for blood. Sleep won't come easy this Mas, not for the inhabitants of Troll's Bane.
Re: MAS, BANE, BAD!
It had been an easy few nights, a little fishing here, a essay worth of reading there; but everything was going fine thought the Halfling sitting in the Library watching the night pass on by with a goblet of wine and a old, interesting book. Then the noise came, as fickle a sound can be:
"What was it? The proud legs acting foolish as usual? Perhaps the one named Tirrend had choked on his usually running tongue. No, no. Too many voice like noises for it to be one moron. Hmm.."
As the Halfling's mind raced back and forth, the noise grew louder; as if more and more voices were joining in this sorted noisy throng. Sighing to himself, having not wanted to look - It's always better if you don't look - he rises and looks over the edge of the Library's balcony. As he sights the the source of the noise, one might have heard a Halfling half moan and then half sigh:
" Awww shi.. "
"What was it? The proud legs acting foolish as usual? Perhaps the one named Tirrend had choked on his usually running tongue. No, no. Too many voice like noises for it to be one moron. Hmm.."
As the Halfling's mind raced back and forth, the noise grew louder; as if more and more voices were joining in this sorted noisy throng. Sighing to himself, having not wanted to look - It's always better if you don't look - he rises and looks over the edge of the Library's balcony. As he sights the the source of the noise, one might have heard a Halfling half moan and then half sigh:
" Awww shi.. "
Re: MAS, BANE, BAD!
When returning from the overnight trip deeply into the mine caves, the lizard hisses, noticing a foul stench in the air. He lifts his bag filled with ores and gems and takes a look around.
Doess not ssseem to be quiet working, Sss..
He slowly makes his way through several undead, mostly pinning them against tree branches, so they won't dublicate nor harm anyone, before he finds himself in front of a giant, closed gate.
Ssso iss training time, isss it? Do your bessst zzzen, cursssed! For honorss of great mozzer! Zzzelpheyarr!
He turns around, his blades already drawn, and faces the hundreds of eyes belonging to hungry zombies, blocking the path back. As the first one approaches, he instantly gets cut in half, while
the zombie crowd charges towards the tall lizardmen. One after another they fall to the ground, just to raise in larger numbers. Hours are passing, days are passing, nights are passing, still there
is no end to the massacre. Stained with blood and flesh, and heavily breathing, you can still watch the lizard fend off the mummies at Banes north gate as they try to get past his defences to satisfy
their hunger for flesh and blood.
Zzziss...better be...over sssoon...Sss! Not iss over, come if daresss!
Doess not ssseem to be quiet working, Sss..
He slowly makes his way through several undead, mostly pinning them against tree branches, so they won't dublicate nor harm anyone, before he finds himself in front of a giant, closed gate.
Ssso iss training time, isss it? Do your bessst zzzen, cursssed! For honorss of great mozzer! Zzzelpheyarr!
He turns around, his blades already drawn, and faces the hundreds of eyes belonging to hungry zombies, blocking the path back. As the first one approaches, he instantly gets cut in half, while
the zombie crowd charges towards the tall lizardmen. One after another they fall to the ground, just to raise in larger numbers. Hours are passing, days are passing, nights are passing, still there
is no end to the massacre. Stained with blood and flesh, and heavily breathing, you can still watch the lizard fend off the mummies at Banes north gate as they try to get past his defences to satisfy
their hunger for flesh and blood.
Zzziss...better be...over sssoon...Sss! Not iss over, come if daresss!