Darkness descends rapidly over the Yellow Valley as the heroes continue to plan their course of action. Silence still prevails both within the fields and in the city of Travensburg itself, where no watchfire of any kind is lit as one would expect of a settlment of its size.
Feint Whispers Chapter #8: You will Rune the Day...
The heroes reach the eastern outskirts of the village, moving between the dozens of humble huts of mud and straw as well as the slightly more presentable cottages. Regardless of the station of their owners however, each dwelling is a broken thing, removed of doors as well as window bindings, some showing signs of having recently been scorched. Though activity here was relativly recent, the village seems perfectly still.
When you reach the village center, a horrifying but by now familiar sight greets you. The bodies of twenty or so peasents, mostly male are strewn over the dirt ground, big gashes and teeth marks visible on their limbs, some of which are no longer attached to their bodies. Whole chunks of flesh have also dissappeared, apparently eaten.
In the center of the clearing, a wooden stake is crudly posted in the ground, titling slightly northwards. Binded to it by vines is a woman of mature years, looking little better than the surrounding dead hangls limp. In the rapidly fading light, she can still be seen breathing.
Norri: Your little ears perk up as, from behind the surrounding cottages, you hear what sounds like the light tap of a dogs paws hit the hard ground..more than one...as well as some indiscernable mumbling....
When you reach the village center, a horrifying but by now familiar sight greets you. The bodies of twenty or so peasents, mostly male are strewn over the dirt ground, big gashes and teeth marks visible on their limbs, some of which are no longer attached to their bodies. Whole chunks of flesh have also dissappeared, apparently eaten.
In the center of the clearing, a wooden stake is crudly posted in the ground, titling slightly northwards. Binded to it by vines is a woman of mature years, looking little better than the surrounding dead hangls limp. In the rapidly fading light, she can still be seen breathing.
Norri: Your little ears perk up as, from behind the surrounding cottages, you hear what sounds like the light tap of a dogs paws hit the hard ground..more than one...as well as some indiscernable mumbling....
KaintheSeeker
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Whitney pulls her crossbow out, a frown on her face as she brushes her hair back and looks for more clue as to the ambushing forces awaiting them.
Festy_Dog
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Norri's ears prick up and he freezes on the spot. He raises a hand for the rest of the party behind him to come to a halt.
"The teeth marks, whatever made them are still around," he says, glancing around nervously, "Waiting for us to take the bait."
He unslings his bow and nocks an arrow.
"Sounds like... dogs, kinda," he notes, and looks to Jericho for instructions.
"The teeth marks, whatever made them are still around," he says, glancing around nervously, "Waiting for us to take the bait."
He unslings his bow and nocks an arrow.
"Sounds like... dogs, kinda," he notes, and looks to Jericho for instructions.
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