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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ethandrul" data-source="post: 3878302" data-attributes="member: 54604">The small town of Elohnna's Rest was known for sitting in the shadow of an old tower- old beyond memory. and on nights Where the moon is full it hums eeriely. I set up a few other adventure hooks- introduced "Anders" a legless bard who who was set up to serve as a mentor. A few of the party members were chosen to hunt boar in preperation for the harvest moon celebration- the party was on edge thinking about the humming that would come tonight and the horrors it would surely bring. The hunting party came back with a boar- though it smalled odd- and looked foul.The priest came and pronounced the boar to be undead- The 2 of the party decided to set out into the woods to find the source of the grisly beast. after they spent a few hours looking around they headed back for the party. as they walked they felt a shudder under the ground- a mini earthquake. they spent 10 minutes worried about it and looking around. they made it back to the festival and watched the pc druid " harvest queen" bless the crops. then- as she finished someone spotted smoke at the other end of the field. the earth shook a little again and a massive zombie purple worm burst from the ground vomiting forth zombies- from the burning fields came ghouls- the town was in a panic- the party was in a panic- they didn't have time to grab gear ( except the ones who had went hunting) the village was overrun by the walking dead.The story was about flight- not fight. the best part was that I had managed to make them all feel secure- they thought that the village was going to be a base- they were teary eyed when they saw the bard on a rooftop playing a funeral match for his fallen friends- and the friar who had baptised them all was slain while trying to minister to the fallen.In all the party managed to herd about 100 people across a bridge that they watched burn from atop a hill. They had to grow up fast. Winter came hard and early.  the match to the next town was disappointing as undead could see wandering the streets- though there seemed to be alot of cooperation between them- they were devouring the livestock- not the fallen townsfolk.here is where it got good- game had fled the smell of death and the burning fields,the people had marched 2 days to get to this town- the nearest city was a 3 weeks march through the woods- the road was patrolled by the dead- the group started to get sick, and some even died- they were hungry, cold and lost. the party druid spent all of her spells casting goodberry- and then diluting the crushed berries. The lack of game made a band of hobgoblins desperate- the 5 of them attacked the party and a few other townsfolk while they were hunting- after the  frey one of the partymembers said...well- at least we have food now.they all swore to never tell the townsfolk they were eating hobgoblin meat.whan they reached the safety of the city only 20 townies were alive, they had sacrificed the elderly a few days before the the young could avoid a patrol of ghouls. The campaign was basically a zombie movie without guns-</blockquote>

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