Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard

Muzdum surprised by Alaric idiomatic display, smiled again "Ha! Ah never spec to hear my toung from a human! With some alcohol on ye, yer pronunciation would improve!"
 

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Estelle's eyes flash as she pushes herself past William, "No one ever said I was a coward! For all we know those things were followin' you! We didn't have no problems until you showed up but now we got walkin' dead attackin' us outta nowhere!"
 

Aohdan became impatient with the others. "If you fellows want to argue some more, go ahead, but stay back there so we don't give the potential enemy ahead of us a better chance to notice our arrival. Of course, if there is trouble ahead, I would personally appreciate each of your talents to be on hand." he said in a neutral tone.
 


William shook his head at the dwarf's debased humour, following nonetheless. "If there are more zombies at the quarry, we'd do best if they DID know we were coming. That way they would come to us that we might put them down without having to chase them down. It's the cause that worries me." And it's obvious that he IS worried.. Undead don't tend to just pop out of nowhere, after all... or maybe they did... he'd never actually ENCOUNTERED one before, and was still slightly shaken. Though he'd tried to hide it, his outburst had betrayed his calm. Once they near the Quarry, he ensures that shield and sword are at the ready and moves to the front of the lines.
 

The Stone Quarries

As the group nears the quarries, they note that the wagons carrying the stone blocks are still lined up on the road, blocking it. The horses are still...unnaturally so as they do not paw the ground or neigh...they just stare straight ahead. It becomes apparent that they have suffered the same fate as the workers...they stand, but they are not alive. Further back on the road, a smaller wagon, laden with wine barrels, stands off the side of the road. The smaller horses attached to that wagon appear to be in the same state as the quarry horses, but there is no sign of the smaller wagon's driver, Orin.

The quarry itself is deathly quiet. There is a small wooden building off the road, the makeshift office of the foreman. The door to the building hangs open. A wooden scaffolding with a complex pulley system leads into the quarry itself. At the edge, the group can see that the quarry is massive...nearly 1000 feet across and about half as deep, with a series of wooden and rope ladders, stairs, and bridges spanning its length and depth. About a hundred workers can be seen, moving slowly about their work at the bottom. At this height, it's difficult to make out any details of the workers.
 


Johen is really surprised by the scene. "How is it possible?? We were there.. a few minutes ago dealing with these horses and their owners.. Look the other cart overthere.. the horses.. they're undead as well.. It's like a whole zone has been affected.. How can such magic exist?? How can you kill and make people and horses undead in a few minutes??? This is impossible.. Has anyone ever heard of such a thing??"

Johen thinks further: "Maybe.. we could also have been part of that magic should we have been here a bit longer, no? Were we targeted??" wonders a very cnfused Johen.
 

"Damn things! Ah hop tha' guy Orin is fine, he drove me a' the way here, we stopped just there, from there on, Ah ran till Ah found ya all wonderin' in tha road" the dwarf points at the wagon. "He was a nice fella." Muzdum looks down to the ground for a moment.
 

Aohdan stared in dumb amazement at the scene of the quarry. His instinct for survival gave him a mental slap on the back of the head, however, and he began looking around for signs of more humanoid zombies nearby.

Spot (1d20+0=17)
 

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