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Ravenloft
Chapter 1: Once Upon a Midnight Dreary.
When I exited the mist, I found myself in the town of chesnut. As I rode Boxer down the road towards where I assumed food would be, all these towns are the same after all, I ran across quite a sight. There was a horde of caliban standing around a run down looking building. This is odd, but I don't care what filth do with their own time.
As I continued on my way past the hex-born I heard the screams of children coming from the wagon they were standing around as some more caliban dragged squirming sacks from the building.
As I watched the event unfold, immediately a heavily armored person approached them and inquired about their actions. The person I now know to be the cleric Verics, she spent far more time on diplomacy than the trash deserved. They stood blankly still following the commands of their ringleader like the dog trash they are.
Verics quickly turned to violence when words failed and attacked them. At the same time another man with no visible weapons charged from the dispursing crowd and begin removing the weapons from the marauders with a good deal of ease. Compelled by the same forces they were, I suppose, I leveled my rifle and took a shot through one of filths malformed chest. It didn't do all to much. The ringleader seemed to be a normal human, figuring toppeling him would end it I attacked him with what I could, blowing some holes in his stomach.
From the shadows a fourth person, compelled, perhaps by the desire to preserve what little innocence we have left in this world, joined in the fray.
The caliban were quickly routed by our superior prowess. The man hellbent on taking everyones weapons, and the lanky one managed to unhook the horse from the caliban's cart amidst the fighting, ensuring that they would not escape with the children. Finallly it was ended, or so it would seem as Verics leveled her rifle at the leaders face and pulled the trigger. The bastards head exploded in a gruesome display of blood and gore, followed by a swarm of locusts and various insects flying from the now rotting corpse, forming a cohesive whole. It gave us some speel or what not. Verics did some cleric thing and it left the area, telling us we'd regret our actions. Prick.
The building appeared to be a dumply little place that served as an orphanage of the town. Many orphans for a town so small. There was a mutilated corpse of an older woman in the back. Probably the caretaker. Undertaker didn't seem to care, nor did anyone else. Seems this is life for them.
The disarming unarmed man looks over his shoulder a lot. He and the cleric felt the need to pursue this further. In the morning we would ride out to find a man named Gordon (if I recall correctly) they said he would know where the caliban hide. Introductions were made, and praise was given. The 4th man was nowhere to be found. Don't know, don't care.
The cleric healed me up, I tried to compensate her for her services, she threw the money back at me and was very indignant.
I spoke with the leader of the town, he was pretty clueless. Uneducated rich bumbling man. Said he'd pay if we 'solved' the problem. It seems I'm stuck with this group.
We all stayed at the tavern for the night. Good farmhand there, he took good care of Boxer. I tipped him.
In the morning we rode out to the guy with the info. He lived in a little run down ****hole excuse for a shack. I could barely stand the filth and grime all over the place, fixed it up and slept. It would seem he lost some family members and can't get over it, poor prole.
In the night the barn got attacked. ****er didn't tell us there were no locks on the barn. Spindly creatures covered in leaches. They ripped open one of my new 'friends' and tried eating his intestines. It seemed to be a close fight, these bastards from the mist, gruesome disgusting things. We burned them. Boxer got out fairly unscathed, Veric's horse nearly got eaten, probably mentally scared. But rather than let it die she brought it back to life.
The good farmhand was there too. He fights well, he fought on our side.
Battle soon ended. The paranoid Gordon didn't let us back in. Forgot to mention he also nearly didn't let us out. I don't like him much. Filthy.
We get to the cave a few ours away by horseback and walk our way down the cliff face. Leaving our horses under the vigelence of Maxwell.
Farmhand volunteers to go in first. He blabbers something about seeing a face. Cleric gets mad at him and yells at him for not being quiet, she yells in her clanking armor.
There is a statue of a head, and darkness off in 3 directions.
We sit around for a while debating on what to do. **** this I think, the head bores me. I walked into the darkness. Well, it could have been something else, portal maybe. Lucked out, was darkness. After confirming I walk back, Cleric makes light as they do and revealed what was in the darkness.
Nearly walked into filth. Many of them sleeping facing the wall, in the back a body stood up, same bug voice comes. He greets us and tells us not to wake his friends, we oblige, they are deep sleepers.
Battle ensues, as it always does, always battle. Disarmunarm got beaten around quite badly again by the end as heavily armored caliban attacked from behind while the Insectophile attacked from the front. I stood in the back burning them, as they deserve. Innocent eating filth. Farmhand runs out, scared of something. Later I found that he found the 'remains.'
Again Cleric finishes off the human form and it becomes bug in an explosion of blood and gore.
Farmhand dissapears.
Weapons don't work well on swarms. I walk forward and set the room ablaze, he is still up and I am almost down. Open up the channels as furious as I can, over did it a bit. Burned the last bug, and new ally carried me out. He was pretty bloodied too.
I forgot, bugman had a staff. Staff exploded and we learned why. He was a priest who wasted his time on the filth. Trying to 'help' them, they can't be helped I think. he didn't though, for some unknown reason they needed innocent flesh or they'd go beserk and kill more. He took the noble route and decided to take the innocents lives. I don't agree. Best kill those who would kill, especially if they are hexborn malignants like these.
Farmhand had a sword, I'm told it's magical. Nosey must knower knew now because of a spell. She inquired where he got it, he said he always had it. I backed this up saying he did as well. I didn't care if he did or didn't in all honesty. But I'm sure he had a good reason for saying what he said. We all have our secrets regardless, not my business.
Nightmares of pain and suffering plagued us for the following nights. A mark etched into the back of our necks burns during the days , reminding us. Not pleasant. Not at all.
We get back. Cleric goes to temple, I go too. Cleric talks to Cleric. Resident cleric gives us holy water and tells us we stink and where to go. Resident cleric was filthy stinking old man.
Disarmunarm and Farmhand got drunk in the interim. They seemed chummy after this and much less awkward around one another. That's good. I have a feeling we'll be stuck together for a while.
I don't think the cleric likes me. In fact I'd say she dislikes me.
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