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Message: <blockquote data-quote="neveryours" data-source="post: 1465273" data-attributes="member: 13424">Not Quite Dead.It looked about the abandoned land. It knew this place once. It could almost remember the name of the place. It could almost remember its own name. However, that did not matter now. All It knew is now was its hunger, the ever present hunger. It was the gnawing hunger that drove it on. It was only a month ago when It had feasted on the sweet flesh of two hapless elves. Yet it seemed an eternity away. It was always hungry.And as It shambled on, it saw a faint light in the woods. A light that It knew must come from a fire. And where there was a fire, there was something to eat. Seeing It move off, two other shadows followed.-The night was humid and cold. A mist seemed to hang about the air. The clouds had all but obscured the sky, leaving only occasional slivers of light to poke through gaps in the passing clouds. Solinari would be full and round were it visible.Mand stifled a yawn as she stretched her limbs. Taking her turn at sentry duty, she did not expect any trouble tonight. After all, they had dispatched the gargoyles that had inhabited this area. She took out Sharp Edge (Greatsword Keen) and began her usual routine of oiling and cleaning it. Out of the corner of her eyes, Mand seemed to see a shadow move. She blinked and peered intently at the spot. It was a dark night and she could not see very well. The mist was not helping either. It could have been either her imagination or a trick of the light as some cloud opened.As Mand scanned the area, she heard a twig break behind her. As she spun about, she saw horrors that seemed to materialise out of the shadows in the night.There were three decayed humanoid bodies leering at her, their jaws open. Maggots living in their tongues seemed to look at her too. One of them was so decomposed that his left arm was nothing but strands of dried sinews holding the bones together. Mand smelled an overwhelming stench of decay and corruption. She fought down her nausea and prepared to heft her weapon. A ghast and two ghouls had spotted her alone in the night.Simultaneously, the three undead launched themselves at her in a frenzy of bites and claws. Due to her natural alertness, she dodged all but three of their attacks. (Everyone loves uncanny dodge.)As they struck and bit her, she felt energy draining from her. As she was gathering her strength to return a blow, the ghast bit deeply into her right thigh. The war cry she was to scream never left her throat, her shoulders sagged and she could only plunge the sword into the ground. (Fort save vs paralysis, passed two, failed one. Quite unlucky.)Mand Goldenegg could not scream or fight as the undead started to gnaw into her flesh. She looked on in wide eyed horror as they rapidly tore off and chewed her limbs. She saw the merciful end coming when the ghast reached for her heart. She felt a pain in her chest and closed her eyes. The void was a relief. (After paralysing her, the ghast and ghouls set about with coup de graes. Her dice were not blessed that day.)</blockquote>

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