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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hewligan" data-source="post: 4533678" data-attributes="member: 19688">The Plump Flesh of the Living DeadThere is a strange silence, strange until Jokad points out with deadpan delivery "Not a single living farm animal!"As you approach the farmstead you can see carcasses in the fields. Corpses of sheep, seemingly half eaten, with necks ripped out, and some with visible gashes that reveal hollow innards. As you approach the edge of the farm, the stench of death hits you. Three horses lie swollen in the slick mud outside the stable. Their necks have been torn open. One has the sarcophagus  pulled out of the body. All of them have their guts strewn, half eaten, across the ground beside their bodies.In the yard, only fifty yards away from the stable building that you crouch behind, you can see some milling forms. They look like ghouls.They seem to be moving in shifting, lazy circles, walking past more corpses that appear to be tied up like scarecrows. They are definitely people, slumped against their restraints. Every now and then one of the scarecrow people tosses its head in a frenzy, emitting some low mewling howl of pain or suffering.You watch one of the walking ghouls stop near a scarecrow and spasm violently, as if losing control over itself. Its back arches, and its tongue flicks in and out of its mouth as it lets out a terrible scream of anguish. It reminds you of Grayst back in Sheriff Hemlock's office. You see the harsh bloodied marks of rope at its wrists, as if perhaps it had once been strung up too, but somehow freed itself. Its face, all of their faces, are swollen and raw, as if from over exposure and some foul ailment.There are 4 visible strung up, 2 visible loose. 50 yards from you to the nearest, another 10 yards to the furthest, who is only a few yards from the door of the farmhouse. The farmhouse door swings loose on the wind, the windows also hang loose. The entire place is a state. It stinks of death, and something clearly horrific has been enacted here.OOC: YOu have not been spotted, and are at the edge of the farmstead, behind the stable wall. The yard is before you, but to approach the ghouls will take you completely into open territory.</blockquote>

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