Smashed World, Part II

Dalamar

Adventurer
This is the second part of the Smashed World game.
In the first part, the group got together and left to a quest to stop the undead that have been increasingly active in the north. They also met a caravan transporting undead to a gladiatorial arena and made friends with Alexander VonStone, who was taking care of the caravan's security.

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Lorcan continues along the road, musing over the last encounter.

"It worries me that the undead are being used for sport. As Alexander said, it will remove some of the caution with which people treat them. And I can't see that being for the good..."

He frowns as he rides, deep in thought.
 

Durban

"Yes, I hardly think they're sporting. If nothing else, the undead are formerly sentients. It's almost sacreligious when you consider how the abused dead are being further degraded in their undead state.

"Perhaps our quest can help rid that problem as well."
 

Horros seems to be slightly angry at something as he responds to Lorcan's comment, "True, as they use the lesser undead their fear of them lessens. Soon they will probably try to capture some more powerful undead for greater challenge. Those are intelligent, and they can play submissive for a while, but soon they will make their move, and take advantage from the fact that we let them into our cities. It's going to get bloody. I only wish I could get my hand on that idiots throat who cooked this thing up."
 

Lorcan nods in agreement with Durban and Horros' comments.

"Maybe we can do something about this. We should talk to Alexander's mage friend. Perhaps she might offer her help if she knows Alexander is opposed to the undead fights."
 

"If one wants to hunt the undead, then they should go to them. They are abominations, and should not be taken lightly. There is little wrong with removing fear of such creatures, but forgetting respect of the vile horrors that they can cause is another matter. The games could instill more bravery for those to follow, and faith in those that stay that the undead will oneday begone from our
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-Zon
 

"Perhaps you are right, Zon. And the gods know, people need all the bravery they can get in these grim times. But is butchering the corpses of our fellow men the answer?" Lorcan scratches at his beard, mulling over Zon's words.
 

Zon contemplates as well on his beardless chin.

"The cost of the bravery may be complacency. That would be a far greater evil then the fear that would be removed."

Zon nudges his reluctent mount foward from a rare tuft of ediable grass along the dusty road.

"The seer that the caravan driver mention would help in unraveling the mysteries of these undead."

-Zon
 

Durban

Durban scratches.

"Either Ceinwein has flees or I got them from the camp. I'm assuming it was from the camp."
 

"All of you have good points. Just aslong as the undead are removed from this land. Though people will one day not fear them, there will always be people like us to help combat them. Yes, we will eventually forget, but that doesn't mean that we can't remember or learn again."
 

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