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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4672377" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>And Madness Followed: Prologue</strong></p><p></p><p>The village of Hallowfeld was cradled in a rustic stretch of farmland, where the rolling hills and tall grasses occasionally gave way to a small hamlet or village. </p><p></p><p>“You know, we could get there a lot faster if you didn’t have such a problem with horses,” Kham grumbled.</p><p></p><p>“It’s the other way around,” Sebastian said morosely. “They have a problem with me.”</p><p></p><p>“Whatever. My feet hurt.”</p><p></p><p>As they entered town, none of the usual sounds associated with a village greeted them. All that remained were a few buildings around what used to be the community center. Many buildings were burnt partially or completely, and terrific bloodstains marred the streets and remaining facades.</p><p></p><p>Beldin took out his axe and shield. “This looks familiar.”</p><p></p><p>Kham drew his pistols. “No, THAT looks familiar.” He pointed with one pistol.</p><p></p><p>A strange and unsettling mark was on one wall of the town’s general store. It was made in yellow paint and depicted a strange rune of three hooked arms around a circle. </p><p></p><p>“The Yellow Sign,” said Sebastian. “Damn it, it’s spreading again!”</p><p></p><p>“Shh!” said Beldin. “Did you hear that?”</p><p></p><p>They all strained to listen. There were strange noises coming from the buildings—sounds of feet dragging across floorboards, a curious heavy breathing laced with a strange hissing, and an unnerving sloshing and slurping. </p><p></p><p>“Ah, crap,” was all Kham got out before things burst from every door and window surrounding them. </p><p></p><p>The villagers had been transformed into near-mindless mockeries of their former selves. Their skin was a pale white, with a yellowish tint that seemed almost luminescent. Their flesh was rubbery and soft, and their forms lacked any rigidity or apparent skeletal structure. In place of heads were nests of writhing pseudopods and delicate pale feelers. They were all armed with pitchforks.</p><p></p><p>Kham turned and fired both pistols. Two of the things collapsed. </p><p></p><p>“<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Radius Incensio!</span>” Sebastian pointed at two of the things. Two streams of flame blasted into the villagers, turning melting them into yellow puddles. </p><p></p><p>Beldin hacked one of the villagers down before it could react, then spun in a vicious arc that disemboweled the other. </p><p></p><p>The things never had a chance.</p><p></p><p>“Nice shooting,” said Kham.</p><p></p><p>Sebastian’s fingers trailed smoke. He blew on them. “Nice shooting yourself.”</p><p></p><p>“Look there.” Beldin pointed at a large manor house that overlooked the village. It was untouched by whatever had ravaged the village.</p><p></p><p>“Great.” Kham sighed and reloaded his pistols. “Well, I did say I wanted a place to rest.”</p><p></p><p>He holstered his pistols and strode towards the manor.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4672377, member: 3285"] [b]And Madness Followed: Prologue[/b] The village of Hallowfeld was cradled in a rustic stretch of farmland, where the rolling hills and tall grasses occasionally gave way to a small hamlet or village. “You know, we could get there a lot faster if you didn’t have such a problem with horses,” Kham grumbled. “It’s the other way around,” Sebastian said morosely. “They have a problem with me.” “Whatever. My feet hurt.” As they entered town, none of the usual sounds associated with a village greeted them. All that remained were a few buildings around what used to be the community center. Many buildings were burnt partially or completely, and terrific bloodstains marred the streets and remaining facades. Beldin took out his axe and shield. “This looks familiar.” Kham drew his pistols. “No, THAT looks familiar.” He pointed with one pistol. A strange and unsettling mark was on one wall of the town’s general store. It was made in yellow paint and depicted a strange rune of three hooked arms around a circle. “The Yellow Sign,” said Sebastian. “Damn it, it’s spreading again!” “Shh!” said Beldin. “Did you hear that?” They all strained to listen. There were strange noises coming from the buildings—sounds of feet dragging across floorboards, a curious heavy breathing laced with a strange hissing, and an unnerving sloshing and slurping. “Ah, crap,” was all Kham got out before things burst from every door and window surrounding them. The villagers had been transformed into near-mindless mockeries of their former selves. Their skin was a pale white, with a yellowish tint that seemed almost luminescent. Their flesh was rubbery and soft, and their forms lacked any rigidity or apparent skeletal structure. In place of heads were nests of writhing pseudopods and delicate pale feelers. They were all armed with pitchforks. Kham turned and fired both pistols. Two of the things collapsed. “[FONT="Impact"]Radius Incensio![/FONT]” Sebastian pointed at two of the things. Two streams of flame blasted into the villagers, turning melting them into yellow puddles. Beldin hacked one of the villagers down before it could react, then spun in a vicious arc that disemboweled the other. The things never had a chance. “Nice shooting,” said Kham. Sebastian’s fingers trailed smoke. He blew on them. “Nice shooting yourself.” “Look there.” Beldin pointed at a large manor house that overlooked the village. It was untouched by whatever had ravaged the village. “Great.” Kham sighed and reloaded his pistols. “Well, I did say I wanted a place to rest.” He holstered his pistols and strode towards the manor. [/QUOTE]
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