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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4107027" data-attributes="member: 3285">Herald of the Yellow King - Part 2b: The Village of DunoverAs they approached the village, it was clear that all was not well long before they arrived.  A murder or ravens circled overhead in the distance.  Strange shapes littered the fields and roadside nearer the village.  The ravens were gathered around some of the shapes, working hard to remove strips of flesh.“Don’t tell me…” said Kham.Ilmarė blanched. “More dead villagers.”The villagers all lay dead, each as naked as the day they were born.  The bodies were filthy, with mouths, hands, and feet caked with dirt.  Dril hopped down off of his horse.  “Strange.”“Could this get any stranger?” asked Kham.“It’s their stomachs,” said Dril.  “They’re distended.  You see that sometimes in corpses that have been dead for a while.  The vapors in the stomach expand—““We get the idea,” said Ilmarė.  Dril coughed.  “Anyway, these bodies are stiff as nails.  Decay hasn’t set in.  So something else caused this.”  He leaned forward to inspect the body of a woman.  “It looks almost as if they were eating…grass.”Dril remounted and joined the slow procession into the eerily silent village.  All throughout, there were frozen, naked corpses of men, women and children.  Many of the houses were in total disarray, with filth and waste covering the floor in places.  There were no livestock to be found.They stopped at the entrance to a barn. Vlad peered inside.“Well,” said Vlad. “I think we can confidently state that the Yellow Sign did this.”“How can you be sure?” asked Dril.Vlad clucked his horse back to let Dril look inside.It looked as if there had been a mass gathering in the farmhouse.  Bales of hay were arranged like benches and a platform was created from some planks.  A frozen mug of ale sat half-drunk on the planks of the crude stage.  Piles of clothing were everywhere.But what transfixed their collective gaze was the Yellow Sign, painted on a cloak and hung behind the stage like a banner.“Cael strikes again,” said Kham, quickly looking away.  “He must have put on quite a show.”“We’re too late,” said Vlad.  “Again.”“Don’t be so sure,” said Ilmarė.  “Look.”In the entire village of over a dozen homes and farms, only one house had a line of smoke coming from it.  Without a word, they spurred their mounts towards the lone home.</blockquote>

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