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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Piratecat" data-source="post: 148485" data-attributes="member: 2">Just a heads up that the full story of my group's defense against a small army of ghouls is now fully up and posted over on my story hour. If high-level butt-kicking and undead Lovecraftian horror makes you happy, come say hi!  The cemetary starts to collapse <a href="http://www.enworld.org/messageboards/showthread.php?s=&postid=113303#post113303" target="_blank">right about here.</a> <ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Half an hour left. The group gathers on the hill overlooking the cemetery. Dylrath has gone off to try and find Arcade, who has a ring of free action that his familiar wears. The rest of the group prepares. Velendo surrounds the cemetery with walls of force and positive walls, hemming in the escape routes to channel the ghouls up the hill, towards the Defenders. People pace back and forth. The sun sets in a beautiful blood-red sky, the light making the white tombstones almost glow in the gathering gloom. The evening birds fall silent. Down in the graveyard, a tombstone sinks slightly, and falls over. Then another one topples. A mausoleum sags. Then, with a growing roar, a 20 ft. hole in the center of the cemetery collapses in on itself, dirt falling into the ground like an earthen waterfall. A flock of birds take flight from nearby trees, cawing cacophonously as they take to the air in fright. As the cave-in stops, a sound can finally be heard: the growling, gurgling sounds of very, very hungry creatures. The smell that wafts out is even worse. And like fire ants out of a kicked-over nest, a multitude of gray shapes swarm out of the ground into the growing darkness of Hundle's Crossing....</li> </ul></blockquote>

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