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Message: <blockquote data-quote="RealAlHazred" data-source="post: 6708705" data-attributes="member: 25818">Originally posted by aelryinth:225) The party feels the ground shake from immense footsteps...poom...poom...poom...getting closer. Little pools of water all about are vibrating with each heavy step...A very large Warforged Titan comes out of the mist, and sees them. It's head is surrounded by sickening yellow-green flames, and the construct's features are overlain by the spectral visage of the fiend possessing the construct. The warped and distorted spectral body of the fiend seems to trail after every motion the warforged makes as the trapped and insane fiend screams, and the Titan heads for them...226) As above, heavy footsteps, but this time, a half-fiend tyrannosaur looms out of the mists and gives a happy cry on seeing fresh meat. It looks impossibly gaunt, almost skeletal, but that doesn't change its hunger at all...For even more fun, give it some elite barbarian halfling riders in a hookah, all with filed teeth and gibbering with laughter as they shoot bone-tipped arrows that wail in the air...227) A swath of ground, blasted to sand in a cone, purest, unnerving white. Nothing grows there, and the mist seems to avoid the area entirely. It points a short distance away, where a viscous black smear bubbles and emits the Mournland mist, and each gasp of mist wails as it is pulled free of the corruption and rot and into the mist all about. Indeed, as the bubbles rip free of the tar-like filth, the oozing strands looks like malformed limbs trying in vain to hold onto the bubbles of screaming mist, as if clutching at pieces of their souls...228) A crowd of people on their knees, heads back and mouths open, flesh blasted off petrified bones, arms spread wide, yet clothes immaculate. They are all facing due east. A priest of Dol Arrah leads this congregation who faced the doom coming for them.229) Two lines of soldiers, swords buried point down in the glistening green grass. They wear the mark of Brellish and Cyran troops. Some of them are clasping hands as warriors, and all have resolute expressions on their perfectly preserved faces from where they lay.230) The ground rumbles, and a stampede is coming! The ground seems to be open and there is no cover. A screaming horde of Dhakaani troops bursts out of the mist, screaming in terror as they whip mounts, throw away weapons and shields, and otherwise run howling for their lives. Just behind this whole legion of troops are others...humans, mostly, but a wild assortment of races in varying gear and nationality.Sharp eyed party members will notice the goblins are all undead. If they can survive the stampede, being trampled, and being swung at by goblins frantic to get them out of the way, and the people behind them, too, they are fine. If any PC's are killed, one round later their corpse rises and runs screaming after the rest of the stampede, bound to try and flee the Mournland with the rest of the victims of the fleeing Dhakaani.===Aelryinth</blockquote>

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