Post by ghost4life on Nov 21, 2015 0:16:56 GMT
The storms have raged for days on end, the undeaday with their soggy yet magically strengthened flesh have been out in force. So far we had been lucky... we have had few casualties to the undead horde, and everyone, while sometimes scared, has had hope to get through this and potentially beat the undead apocalypse. So it is no wonder that the young and naive spellcaster, puffed up by his recent exploits and considered by many to be a talented magician, had gotten arrogant... Walking around at night is dangerous... incredibly so if you cant gauge the time by the nights sky.
On one cold, windy, and black night, the stars would seem to have aligned just right... the rain had abated for a time and the sky was crystal clear and beautiful... serene in its clarity from the washing it received by the days and days of rain. The young magician went on what should have been a routine food run... he knew the route, he had spells to walk unseen... but the stars were aligned... on his return trip, he stepped too close to a half-orc deader, unbeknownst to him his spells had worn off in the midst of dark hour surrounded by a horde of the undead... He quickly realized his error when the ham fist clubbed him down on the back of his head. The undead would feast well this night....
Welcome to Siranda, where your every mistake can cost you your life....
On one cold, windy, and black night, the stars would seem to have aligned just right... the rain had abated for a time and the sky was crystal clear and beautiful... serene in its clarity from the washing it received by the days and days of rain. The young magician went on what should have been a routine food run... he knew the route, he had spells to walk unseen... but the stars were aligned... on his return trip, he stepped too close to a half-orc deader, unbeknownst to him his spells had worn off in the midst of dark hour surrounded by a horde of the undead... He quickly realized his error when the ham fist clubbed him down on the back of his head. The undead would feast well this night....
Welcome to Siranda, where your every mistake can cost you your life....
