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<blockquote data-quote="FitzTheRuke" data-source="post: 7294561" data-attributes="member: 59816">Harb examined a body: Just as he suspected, it showed signs of having once been a local chultan (similar dress, etc). It's skin had been blackened and dessicated, it's eyes yellowed, and it's teeth and nails grown unnaturally long by the foul ritual that had turned it into this undead horror.If Miss Imogen thought that collecting her arrows was an unpleasant job, then she was truly disgusted by the conditions of the shed. These zombies had been stored there for perhaps a few days, and they had clawed and chewed at the interior walls. Worse, someone had fed them live animals, and the bits were strewn everywhere. The smell was terrible.On being asked to try to identify the bodies, Louzo shrugged and shook his head. While he had been very brave slinging stones at the creatures, he appeared unwilling to look too closely at them. It was true that they had been twisted beyond easy recognition; if he did know any of them the knowledge would probably be quite traumatic.Mayni awoke when Harb went to check on her. She was weak and shaken, but alive and grateful. She bravely took a look at the bodies, wrinkling her nose at the smell of them. &quot;None of these are your man Derio&quot; she said, &quot;They be from the Old City, missing a week or more.&quot;Chrysagon had to help her into the larger hut, where she sat on the bed sipping water. The hut was modestly furnished, with only the basic needs for living. However there were many signs of wizardry: A writing desk with an inkwell and pen; scribbled diagrams on parchment; plant and animal-based components hanging from the ceiling. Everything was damp from the humidity and smelled faintly of mildew. A letter stood out among the mad scribblings on the desk:[ATTACH]91777[/ATTACH]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="FitzTheRuke, post: 7294561, member: 59816"] Harb examined a body: Just as he suspected, it showed signs of having once been a local chultan (similar dress, etc). It's skin had been blackened and dessicated, it's eyes yellowed, and it's teeth and nails grown unnaturally long by the foul ritual that had turned it into this undead horror. If Miss Imogen thought that collecting her arrows was an unpleasant job, then she was truly disgusted by the conditions of the shed. These zombies had been stored there for perhaps a few days, and they had clawed and chewed at the interior walls. Worse, someone had fed them live animals, and the bits were strewn everywhere. The smell was terrible. On being asked to try to identify the bodies, Louzo shrugged and shook his head. While he had been very brave slinging stones at the creatures, he appeared unwilling to look too closely at them. It was true that they had been twisted beyond easy recognition; if he did know any of them the knowledge would probably be quite traumatic. Mayni awoke when Harb went to check on her. She was weak and shaken, but alive and grateful. She bravely took a look at the bodies, wrinkling her nose at the smell of them. [b]"None of these are your man Derio"[/b] she said, [b]"They be from the Old City, missing a week or more."[/b] Chrysagon had to help her into the larger hut, where she sat on the bed sipping water. The hut was modestly furnished, with only the basic needs for living. However there were many signs of wizardry: A writing desk with an inkwell and pen; scribbled diagrams on parchment; plant and animal-based components hanging from the ceiling. Everything was damp from the humidity and smelled faintly of mildew. A letter stood out among the mad scribblings on the desk: [ATTACH=CONFIG]91777._xfImport[/ATTACH] [/QUOTE]

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