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The road continued, stretching forward with a seemingly no end. They all rode after Hienrick who long ago disappeared into the horizon leaving them to catch up with him. The view stayed the same all along the way and it started to bore Nysard, at first it really was nice and beautiful but now it was just tiresome. He concentrated on other things to occupy himself with something of interest. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the horse’s hoofs hitting the ground. It was a bit hypnotizing hearing the same sound over and over again. Nysard opened his eyes and looked for his weapons. He decided to do something useful in the meantime. He took out of his bag an old used shirt and started using it to clean his sword and axe from the blood and gore which was left over from the assault on the village. Both his weapons had an awful smell as the blood encrusted the blade.

For forty minutes Nysard tried to clean his weapons but he was unsuccessful the only thing he managed to do was to ruin the old shirt even more which was now stained in red – black color. Nysard sighed in desperation he knew that if he would not find away to remove it the blood will just become part of the blade sticking to it till the end of the blade’s life. Still there was nothing that could be done right now so he put everything back to its place and looked up. Looking forward Nysard could see an unknown figure standing and waiting but when they got closer he could see that it was in fact the hunter who left them earlier. He was leaning on one of the trees and as soon as they all got closer he pushed himself from the tree and turns to them. His face again could not be seen as it still was covered with that fancy hat of his. “Seeing as its about noon i think we should have a break from riding to stretch out legs, feed and water the horses and miss Dyanah's mule along with getting some food for ourselves." Said Hienrick, Nysard agreed, if they ride nonstop the will eventually kill their horses or just make them unusable for a long time and also he was pretty hungry. In the background he heard Aldegar ranting again about Hienrick’s decisions but Nysard doubted if he will really do something about it. The hunter, after he finished talking, took his horse and led him towards a gap in the trees. Nysard decided to follow him with his horse as there must have been a reason for him to take his horse there.

Following the hunter revealed a stream, a river for the horses to drink from. Food was not a worry as there was plenty of grass around. After seeing the hunter leading his horse to the stream Nysard did so as well letting the horse drink to quench his thirst. Meanwhile he saw Hienrick taking a sit on an old log after he takes out an apple from his bag and start eating it. Nysard decided to stay away from him for awhile as he still did not trust him especially after what he did earlier.

Soon everyone gathered around and starting eating from the food they had with them and Nysard also took out his food to eat some as well. His horse rested behind him and used the time to eat and drink as much as it wanted. The forest was quite for this time of day, it was even more quite then it was when they made their way up to this point. Everything was quite, so quite in fact that it laid some kind of a feeling of dread on Nysard. It was like the silence before the storm…

Nysard took a look back and he noticed something interesting, his horse’s ears were straightened up and he let out a flare from his nostrils. The animal was restless which means that something must have spooked it. Nysard continued looking at the horse trying to figure what might cause it to react this way until he heard someone sniff. He turned around and so Hienrick sniffing around and quickly his expression turned into concern as he stood up and put his hand on his sword and looking at the direction that the stream is going to. Nysard was about to go and ask the hunter what was that all about when he heard a guest of wind which carried with it a certain smell. It was smoke! Nysard also stood up as he so others did too, now everyone was facing the stream. Quickly everyone moved and gathered their stuff and mounts before setting off and starting to walk with the stream.

They walked for ten minutes and as they continued the smell only became clearer and stronger, this made Nysard wonder how did Hienrick managed to smell such a tiny change in the air but it was not the time to ask. Soon they reached a new clearing but looking around everyone easily figured that the clearing was actually the top of a hill. Nysard continued forward and then he saw it. There was a village not far from them and it was set ablaze. Concentrating his look a little more he could see villager down there moving, they were fighting someone or something but there was no time to ponder and ask question it was time to act. While Nysard considered his options he saw Hienrick tie his horse to a tree and starting to head down, the others followed him. “They are probably praying for the gods to help them, but the gods won’t answer… As they did not answer when I prayed.” Nysard muttered, not wasting time he jumped on his horse and rode down the hill, passing the hunter and the rest unsheathing his axe and sword and stopping his horse just a little before the village as he did not want his horse getting hurt from the foe inside. He then charged inside not waiting for the experienced hunter to come, every second they wasted was another life being taken and Nysard won’t allow it.

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Everyone: Those that race ahead of Hienrick get to the village to be confronted by the sight of a rather bloody battle raging on, not between Beastmen or some evil creatures fighting the towns people, but other humans attacking the towns people. Under close inspection the men and women attacking the towns people aren't bandits but are infact from the town themselves and for some strange reason have turned upon then own friends, family and neighbors. Stood frozen in your tracks at such an strange sight you are shortly joined by the Hunter and the others of the group who stuck by him before you all hear him say something allowed but most likely only to himself without any hint of emotion or caring: "Well this makes things abit more complicated and slightly confusing." The Hunter then looks around at your rag tag group with a frown upon his face before he shifts his gaze back to the fight going on. After a few seconds he says something in a rather authoritative tone, "Stay here and out of trouble until i get back, im going to find out what in Sigmar's name is going on here and for the love of the gods dont get into fights just yet, but if your attacked then defends yourselves." After finishing his sentence the Hunter sheathes his sword and pistols and sprints off into the battle and vanishes from sight. It is up to you whether you listen to the hunter and stay there as a group or run off and try to find out what is going on and helping those who need it.

Before any of you can really make a choice about whether you listen to the hunter three men come charging at you from a burning building completely covered in blood. One is wielding a pitchfork, another a two handed wood cutting axe and the third wielding a rather rusty but sharp looking sword. The mere smell from these men as they get close is enough to cause a reaction in your gag reflex and the blood on them is clearly not their own. The look in their eyes is that of starving men looking at a roasting deer, but what is most terrifying of all is the fact that two of them have human limbs inbetween their teeth and appear to be chewing on them. What kind of madness have taken over this place! As your minds finally re-assert control over your bodies you are free to act as they get within 2 meters of you and lash out with their weapons. The man wielding the pitchfork aims a thrust towards Kai, attempting to impale him through the stomach. The large brutish man with the axe aims a heavy and overbalancing swing towards Aldegar, hoping to cleave his head from his shoulders, and finally the man with the sword jumps at Benepal aiming a two-handed downwards stroke to split his skull.

Dyanah,, Keira and Nysard: Before you three could try and rush toward to help Aldegar, Kai and Benepal something spooks Nysard's horse and throws him off before the horse itself runs off back up the hill and vanishes into the tree's. Ontop of another building close to you is the cause of what spooked Nysard's horse, some strange human creature wearing only trousers. It has pale yellow skin, thin white strands of hair, elongated finger names and bright yellow eyes. Some of you may recognize this strange thing from some stories you were told about ghouls by your parents or at the tavern. Degenerate humans who have taken to raiding graveyards and eating the flesh of the dead, clearly this creature could be the cause of the madness that has taken ahold of the village. Jumping down from the building and babbling incoherent words the Ghoul runs at the downed Nysard with his arms out stretch and foam at the side of its mouth, clearly it means to eat him and as Nysard wouldn't have the time to get up it is up to Keira and Dyanah to hold it off while their downed friend can collect his sense's and help them.
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Kai strode down the hill after Heinrick and Benepal towards the burning village, the others following aswell. Adrenaline started to surge through his system, he gripped his sword and shield tighter. They could make a difference here, they could help these people defend themselves from the Beastmen, perhaps even find the vampires themselves there and end it all here and now.

The group cautiously apporached the village behind Heinrick, well all of them apart from Nysard that is. He charged past them all on his horse and recklessly went ahead on his own. "Damn fools going to get himself torn apart" Kai muttered and then ran after him.

Kai caught up with Nysard after he dismounted his horse and sent it away from the danger of the village. But as they went to move towards the village together Kai fully saw who exactly was attacking the village. It wasn't the beastmen, it wasn't the vampire either. It was somehow even more shocking and disturbing.

The villagers were being attacked........by eachother.

Not just the men either, the women and children were killing each other aswell. What madness had taken over these people? There was no tactics or efficency to the battle, it was an all out free for all, the people seemed to be attacking with their most basic instincts, some using actual weapons, others using makeshift weapons out of anything lying around, the most disturbing ones were using no weapons at all.

Heinrick and the rest of the group caught up with them and also stood frozen to observe the carnage. Kai heard Heinrick say to himself "Well this makes things abit more complicated and slightly confusing." there was no emotion in his voice, it was merely an underhand comment, a problematic event that didn't bother him as much as it was just in his way. Kai was once again forcefully reminded of how cold-hearted the man appeared and his mistrust for the man crept back in, having been simmering under the surface for a while.

Before he could say anything though Heinrick turned to them and said. "Stay here and out of trouble until i get back, im going to find out what in Sigmar's name is going on here and for the love of the gods dont get into fights just yet, but if your attacked then defends yourselves." and with that he disappeared to presumably somehow find out what the hell was going on.

Kai wasn't going to just stand around whilst people were being murdered by their own family and friends. He turned to Aldegar and Nysard, he knew they would feel the same way "Damn the hunters words, we've got to try and save these people! Are you both with me?" He listened for their replies and then turned to head into the village. Just as he did however, three gore soaked men charged out of a burning building towards them, weapons raised.

One was wielding a pitchfork and ran straight at Kai. Kai braced himself for the coming charge, holding his sword low and his shield ready to block. But as the man closed the distance between them, Kai was stuck my a powerful rotting smell, so bad that he almost doubled over retching. He quickly composed himself just in time to see the man thrust his pitchfork towards his abdomen. Kai brought his shield across to cover his body just in time, the pitchfork had enough power behind the thurst to puncture the shield, one of the spikes missing Kais arm by inches. Kai then got a close look at the man and almost retched again.

The man was covered in blood, looking as if he had actually bathed in it. His eyes stared furiously into Kais, they were angry and bloodshot, looking more feral and animalistic than then beastmens somehow. The worst bit however was that he was chewing on what looked horrifyingly like several human fingers. He screamed at Kai, launching several through the air as he did. This man was beyond saving Kai decided.

The man wrenched back on his pitchfork and took Kais shield along with it. "Shit" Kai said out loud. Snarling the man swung his pitchfork at him again, Kai smashing the blow aside with his sword in a two handed grip. He then lunged forward as the man was momentarily exposed and cut a deep slash across his chest. The man howled out in pain and rage and swung again, Kai again bringing his sword up to block the attack. His sword got caught between the prongs of the pitchfork however and twisted the weapon out of his hand.

"Ohhhh double shit!" He moaned, stumbling backwards weaponless. As he backpeddled from the man he tripped over and landed flat on his back hard. The man screamed and ran fowards again, desperatly Kai reached down to his boot and drew the knife he had strapped to it and threw it at the charging brute. He was unfortunaetly no hunter or trained warrior though and the knife impacted the mans head handle first instead of the blade. It still did the job though, the man cried out in agony and fell over himself. It was the only opening Kai was going to get.

Jumping to his feet he ran forwards and dived onto the man, wrapping his arm around his neck in a choke hold like he would do to Aldegar when they play fighted when they were younger. Only he wasn't playing this time, he tightened his arm as much as he could, the man thrashed desperatly as the air was choked out of him, his limbs flying in all directions, but still Kai held on, almost losing his grip as he weakened. He began muttering a prayer to Sigmar for help. A brief feeling of righteousness flowed through him, strengthening him for a moment, where it had come from he didn't know. He renewed his hold on the man who then let out one final twitch and then went limp, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Kai stood up, panting with exertion. He had just killed another man, the beastmen were one thing, but a fellow man was something else. And where has that burst of strength come from? Adrenaline he presumed. He looked around and saw the others fighting their own battles, he was now weaponless though, he couldn't see his sword or knife anywhere. He yelled out "I'll be back in a minute!" before charging into the village to find a weapon to help the others with. A move that in retrospect probably wasn't the safest option.

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‘The Hunter is right, Aldegar. We will actually make better time and distance with short rests for the beasts. If you won’t take his word on the matter, then take mine… unless you plan on walking after the trail of the coach.’ Dyanah’s words cut through the anger raging just beneath Aldegar’s skin. They didn’t help that much, but she did know how to care for most animals better than he did so that had to count for something. Had it been anyone else though, he probably would have brushed it off, and had it been that bastard hunter than his axe would no longer have been in the fallen tree.

That image brought a small smile to the farmhands face as he recalled her words in the minutes it had taken him to run down the hill to the village that burned and people bled for. But when Aldegar made it to the outskirts of the village, he did not see the horrifying sight of creatures preying on innocent men and women. Instead, he saw people fighting other people; raiders or criminals possibly. Not caring to stand around gawking more than he had to, Aldegar lunged forward towards the nearest man. The hunter said something to the lot of them, but the farmhand was in no mood to listen nor did it matter. With a roar of anger, Aldegar smashed the shaft of his axe down on the head of a man strangling a woman amidst the burning ruins of what must have been her home.

The axe connected with a loud crack, and the man went down instantly from the blow. Before Aldegar had a chance to haul the woman up and shove her away from the fighting though, something large came at him and forced the farmhand to dive away mere seconds before an axe tried to take his head. Rolling onto his back, Aldegar lost grip on his own weapon but got a good look at his attacker: a large brutish man with two axe’s. One was lodged in the frame of the burning building, which the man was trying to tear out, while the other was in his free hand.

Without pause or thought of the danger, Aldegar sprang to his feet and tackled the man. Despite the potential danger of the second axe, Aldegar pressed forward and connected. The two of them toppled to the ground and Aldegar rammed a meaty fist into the other man’s face twice before the back of the axe head smacked into the side of his own head and then all he saw were stars.

Hitting the ground, Aldegar tried to blink his eyes free, groping around for his own weapon before the bastard got back to his feet and did him in. His fingers grasped a rock, which he hastily picked up and threw in the general direction of the axe man in hopes of connecting or at least halting him for an extra moment. Finally, the last of the stars went away and he was able to get a hand on his axe, rolling over in time to bring the weapon up to block a downward chop.


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“In the name of Sigmar….”

Said Benepal as he gazed out from his vantage point on the hill at the village bellow. Men and woman alike were running franticly to escape the fires that had engulfed their homes, only to be ruthlessly cut down on the streets by their assailants. But still some fought on, their resistance would be too futile to overcome the horrible odd’s but it gave Benepal hope, that somewhere in there people still clung to life driven by their instinct to survive.

Reaching the bottom of the hill Benepal loaded one of his arrows into his bow and watched as the Hunter took off into the village. Kai was eager to do the same and turned to Nysard and Aldegar.

“Dam the Hunter’s words, we’ve got to try and save these people! Are you both with me?”

It was typical that the boy would only have asked his friend’s to accompany him. Yet he was right, that was all that mattered, giving a brief nod to indicate that he would be following close at hand he turned towards the other’s to make sure that they had made it to the bottom of the hill with them.

What he saw a sent him reeling in disgust, as he was panning his vision around he spotted three gigantean men, each one wielding a crude and blood stained weapon. They threw themselves at the group in a maddened frenzy of bloodlust and anger. One came at Benepal, swinging his sword down in an attempt to split his skull. Standing as close as he was Benepal knew that he would have little chance of dodging such a blow. Instead he brought up his bow in preparation to fire, his attacker; now panicked by the fact that an arrow was staring him down the face brought his sword down early and cut the tip from the projectile. Benepal fired regardless and his arrow streamed across the short distance between the pair to enter his assailant’s throat through his open mouth. While the arrow was still blunt it appeared to cause a considerable amount of pain and his opponent wheezed as he went down into the mud.

Benepal reached for another arrow, but the man that had attacked him was stronger than first thought and he simply tore the blunt ammunition from his mouth and threw it aside before charging Benepal once more, lashing out with his weapon. Caught off guard by the renewed attack, Benepal dropped both his bow and the arrow he had been loading and leaped backwards to avoid the blow, sucking in his stomach as far as he could make it go so that the rusted blade missed him by what must have been only millimeters.


The man came at him again relentless in his quest for vengeance, the blunt arrow that Benepal had fired must have punctured something because blood had turned the inside of his assailants mouth into a horrible red mess which oozed onto his chin to colour the ground below their feet.
The sword was thrust forward again and Benepal leapt sideways, at the same time his opponent kicked out with his left leg and struck Benepal in the thigh. The blow was enough to send him catapulting into the mud, proving that the tides had truly turned. Desperately trying to find footing on the slippery surface Benepal stumbled upon something solid and grimaced when he felt a sharp pain as it cut him. Whatever it was it seemed his only hope and Benepal found a place he could grip before wrenching it from the mud to block the crazed man’s next attack.

The object he held in his hand’s was a sword, one which looked irrefutably like Kai’s. Either way now was not the time to worry about it, he had to regain the upper hand!

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What Evil could cast such madness upon the land?

Dyanah’s steps faltered as she instinctively recoiled from the horrifying reality playing out before her eyes in the streets of the village. Smoke and screams curled from doorframes with equal measure; the frantic grip of confusion and violence staining the senses with a nauseating disorientation. It was as if Hell itself had thrown open its gates and spat forth a waking nightmare.

For a dreadful moment Dyanah wondered if she was indeed dead, her body lying cold and discarded with her life choked out by the hands of the horned beast in the stables, and this was her eternal punishment to bear witness to a world gone mad. But a voice deep inside her denied such a thing; the frenetic beating of her heart, the ash-filled air that burned the back of her throat, the shocked faces of her companions that met her searching gaze were all etched in a harsh reality.

The Hunter himself wore a look of annoyance and his words did little to ease the groups’ confusion before he disappeared on a quest for answers into the smoke filled streets. His crimson cloak had barely ghosted out of view before Hell turned its blackened gaze upon the milling group of young men and women.

Three men, the crust of blood clinging to their skin and stain of insanity across their features, came barreling out of a nearby building gripping weapons that seemed to Dyanah to be painted in gore. She felt her mouth open to scream as the men crashed into the group, but an equine shriek of terror sounded nearly in her ear and she dove sideways to avoid the lashing hooves of Nysard’s horse that he had ridden into the town with the group instead of leaving in the safety of the tree line. The panicked beast unseated the young man with a wild jerk and bolted, Nysard landing with a heavy impact upon the hard-packed earthen street and Dyanah’s eyes were drawn upwards as a shadow appeared against the smoke-hazed sky on the roof of a nearby building.

The creature launched itself down from its perch, sickly yellow foam dripping from blackened teeth as it capered forwards in a leprous gait towards the prone Nysard. It was a ghoul, a vile being that had once been human but was now a creature of the darkness and Dyanah gagged at the very sight of the putrid abomination.

The instinctual side of her being screamed at her to flee in abject terror, but a sharp-edged memory stopped her from giving into flight. When she had made a fool of herself before Aldegar, Nysard had spoken up in her honour even before questioning the farmhand about dealing with his sister and if she fled now everything hurtful that the farmhand had said would be proven truth.

The wall nearby collapsed in a rush of burning wood and cascading sparks as anger forced her fear into submission. Dyanah shoved her knife in her pouch and darted forward to snatch up a flaming spar of wood from the debris. Brandishing the flaming shard like a club, she leapt between the creature and Nysard with courage forged more from terror than true bravery,

Be gone you wretched abomination!'

Dyanah shrieked at the top of her lungs, fear lending strength to her voice,

'By Ulric's oath, Nysard get to your feet and get Keira out of here now!!’
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Something shifted, perched upon the roof, it twitched, a single scabbed appeared into her line of vision, a small squeal bursting from her lips as her eyes fixed upon the blood stained crust that adorned its sickly yellow skin.

It shifted again, its full bulk coming over the axis of the roof to perch astride, eyes gleaming with a sudden rabid intensity.It was daemonic, a freakish human possessed by a rotting canker that mutated and mutilated its very essence into a nightmarish horror. A dribble of crimson red dribbled over its lips and neck from yellowing teeth torn asunder by decay. a thunder of hooves and the frantic fearful sound of a horse taking flight came from beside her as the tainted twisted mass of rag and bones leapt neatly down and shambled towards them, arms outstretched, making towards them, foam bubbling in the very cornors of its ruby read lips, its head tilted in curiosity as it shambled eagerly towards them.

Then she clocked the true situation. Nysard lay stranded, dazed and bruised as eagerness burned in the beings eyes and its pace increased. She wanted to run to flee the twisted evil that sped towards them yet she could not. She had vowed to stand up to evil, made her own mental oath to stand and fight.

So she stood the knife raised in a single hand before her, the pathetic blade, recently sharpened seemed tiny in her fist. The beast came on and she wanted to run yet she held herself steady against the mounting terror, the anguish bursting from her in a terrified shriek that tore her mouth wide, yet no sound burst from her windpipe her diaphragm contracting uselessly upon empty breathless lungs. The fingers approached, skin and blood appearing dug into the very nails, the white strands of its hair plastered to its head by visceral juices and the remenants of human vitura.

The scream died, slashed by Dynah who leapt afront of the stranded man snatching a blazing plank of wood from the wreckage, she yelled to the stunned boy

'By Ulric's oath, Nysard get to your feet and get Keira out of here now!!’

Indignation, she was no chattle, no possession to be carried and protected and she leapt alongside Dynah shoulder to shoulder against the on coming beast.

The knife seemed useless pathetic compared to the blazing furnace that seered at the timbers in dynah's hand and with a snarl, she threw the blade with all her force at the twisted beast bearing down upon them, not stopping to watch it pinwheel through the air, she snatched a second fragment from the furnace and brandished it before her, carefully, her movements slow and deliberate, desperate not to loose the seering heat of the flames, the feeling of safety that ensued

"We will have words if we survive this monstrosity Miss Dynah" she growled.

Her eyes were flitting over the path, searching, scanning for something in the beasts shambling path. Something they could ignite, something that could be used to prevent the beast from reaching them, something that would give the others time to come to their aid.

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His horse galloped down the dirt path which leads to the village quickly passing Hienrick and the rest who walked with him. He was the one who got first to the town and the first one who was confronted with the horror which was happening there. Screams of pain and the yells of anger, pleads of the dying and the maniacal laughs of the attackers, it all filled his ears before even seeing what was happening inside. Only when finally stopping his horse and getting down he could see what was really going on. It was a vile sight. Townsman attacking townsman, it was confusing, sinister and did not make any sense at all. “By the honor of the gods what could cause something like that?!” Nysard mumbled in amazement and disgust. He did not expect to see something like that, he expected evil beastmen or the undead but not… this! For a moment Nysard was just standing, staring at the vile sight of brother fighting brother not sure how to react to it and by the time he got back to his senses Hienrick and the others already joined in. They were all shocked as he was… Nysard heard the hunter mumbling something which had to do with this event but he did not pay attention to it. Only when Hienrick the hunter looked at them Nysard starting paying attention, and after a few moments the hunter said, “Stay here and out of trouble until i get back, im going to find out what in Sigmar's name is going on here and for the love of the gods dont get into fights just yet, but if your attacked then defends yourselves.“ The hunter then ran into the midst of the village quickly disappearing from sight.

Nysrad was not about to listen to the hunter’s words when people were getting slaughtered in such a horrible fashion. It seemed like the others weren’t going to do it too as Kai said something about damning the hunters words and rushed into the fight joined by Aldegar and Benepal. Of course Nysard wanted to help but who should he attack, they were all villagers and Nysard had no idea who was the attackers. Yet soon he saw Aldegar, Benepal and Kai getting attack by a group of people which looked pretty similar to each other and to the other attackers too. Nysard was about to rush and help them but then something happened. He soon managed to find himself on the ground his sword and axe lying in the blood soaked mud near him, his head was spinning and spikes of pine running through it. He blinked his eyes so many times but all he could see was a confusing looking picture, it was all blurred and moved so slowly. Everything sounded too loud. Nysard rolled on his side and he saw his horse moving extremely slow for some reason, it was galloping in a slow fashion out of sight and back into the forest. Rolling back from his side Nysard slowly was regaining his senses, looking down upon himself he saw that his shirt was filled with mud and that blood was dripping from somewhere near his cheek, he tried to move his hand to check but it was moving so slowly so he decided to leave it for now.

Still regaining his senses Nysard tried to get on his knees. He stretched out his arms and supported himself with them while on his knees. Then a terrifyingly loud screech filled the air, slowly raising his head he saw something leaping from the shadow of one of the many roofs. Nysard only got a quick look at the thing as it starting sprinting towards him; it was some sort of a creature, certainly a humanoid. It had a pair of trousers on it but it did not act like a man. Pale yellow skin and bright eyes, they matched perfectly, also white hair. The creature ran towards Nysard his arm stretched and a weird liquid bubbling from the side of his lips which Nysard could still not recognize. This place turned to be some kind of a hell… Blinking another time the blur form his sight was removed and Nysard shockingly discovered that the creature highly resembled the Ghoul, a creature of the night which hunted in cemeteries and ate the dead and the living; this was one of the creatures his father told him about. Realizing the danger he is in Nysards senses got back to him and adrenaline started flowing through his body, his eyes widened as the creatures got closer and closer to him. “This won’t be the end of me…” Nysard desperately mumbled. He looked around and saw his weapons lying nearby. Yet he had no time to pick them as the Ghoul finally reached him. The stench of death could be smelled from him, it was revolting and Nysard’s gag reflex nearly kicked in. The creature looked maddened and was mumbling incoherent things.

The creature stopped when he was near Nysard, he reached in with his head sniffing Nysard and looking him in the eyes. A moment passed and then the creature’s face turned into a twisted sight of anger and hunger as it roared as Nysard’s face and prepared to strike him with his monstrously muscular hand. Yet something intervened. As the creatures roared at Nysard the stench of rot coming out of his mouth nearly made Nysard pass out. Yet he kept his senses due to his adrenaline. Yet something made the creature back away as a flaming club nearly smashed into his face. Looking behind him Nysard saw Dyanah holding the club. She shrieked at the creature, “Be gone you wretched abomination!”. The fear could be seen in her eyes but fear also was a part of courage and Nysard smiled at the sight. “By Ulric's oath, Nysard get to your feet and get Keira out of here now!!” she shouted at Nysard. He was about to compel but he saw Keira joining the fray as well growling at Dyanah about them having a talk after this.

It was time to act, luckily escaping from the long hands of death Nysard rolled on his side staining the rest of his cloths in the blood soaked mud yet managing to pick up the sword and the axe in the process. He knew that torches won’t hold the Ghoul at bay. Before having time to act the Ghoul was already preparing another attack as it raised his mighty clawed hand to strike at Dyanah. Holding the sword and the axe in his hands Nysard rushed to help and jumped into the way of the beast knocking Dyanah aside but taking the hit for her. The wound stung with pain but the adrenaline covered it for now; it was not a nice wound as it stretched along his chest. The creature roared in anger at the denial of a meal. “Foul beast! Meet you end!” Nysard roared back at it sending his sword for a quick stab and his axe to cut from the side. The creature blocked his sword but the axe cut a wound in the creature’s ribs and it shrieked with pain. Nysard smiled at the sight of the creature’s suffering. He then launched another attack at the creature hoping to relentlessly attack it until it will tire or die from small cuts. This time Nysard sent his blade to the upper part of the creatures body, fainting a decapitation while swinging his axe and trying to hit the creatures legs to hurt its speed and mobility.

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Aldegar: With a roar of pain and anger the brute of a man you are fighting takes several staggering steps back thanks to you kicking him in the family jewels, as he staggers back abit more and is partially hunched over thanks to your well aimed kick. After spending several seconds recovering the man partially staggers over to you then raises his axe above his head in both hands and brings it down in an arch to open up your chest as if it was a timber log. You barely have enough time to roll out of the way, and even when you do another sweeping arc comes down and slams into the ground just beside the left side of your head, kicking up some mud and dirt onto your face and partially blinding your left eye. Having just enough time to get to your feet the man swings his axe in a wide sweeping arc as if he was trying to cut you down like a tree, which is a very clumsy but powerful attack and should you block it(you can dodge) it would make both of your arms go completely numb and almost drop your weapon but thanks to your kick your attacker appears to be moving abit slower.

Kai: Having run into the village with no weapons and leaving your friends behind you find yourself in the midst of the madness itself as people scream and die around you. Finally finding a weapon which you can use, a long sword which must of belonged to one of the town guard, you strap the sheath to your belt just in time as another attacker comes at you. This man is around the same height of you and has a completely blood covered face, his eyes are filled with murderous rage and intent and lets out one bellow before charging you. "Blood for the Blood God!" this man must of been some form of cultist and could be responsible for this madness, or has come out of hiding during the large battle. As you desperately parry a brutal swing of the mans two handed cleaver a flash of crimson appears in to your left and with the sound of thunder a body either side of you drop to the ground, clearly you've somehow made your way to the Hunter, who is now sheathing his pistols and drawing his silver long sword as he sets about seemingly just killing anyone who tries to attack him. But now isnt the time to focus on the hunter as your opponent comes at you again with his cleaver, hoping to split open your skull.

Benepal: As you bring Kai's drop sword up to block the man's own sword slams into yours, scraping off some of the rust and leaving a few sparks, but the power of the downwards strike makes your hands go slightly numb as your not used to holding a sword or using it. Your attacker then reigns down some more two-handed blows with your sword, each time your able to block but your hands and arms start to become numb, unless you can get back to your feet and on the offensive then there is a good chance you may fail to block one of his strikes and then it will be all over for you. Your chance to get the upper hand comes just after Nysard pushes Dyanah out the way and into the mud, which clips your attackers leg and forces him off balance so when he comes to attack you again he trips and lands next to you. Now is your chance to get up and go on the offensive or do you help Dyanah get to her feet and protect her as she has no weapon?

Nysard: As you fight the Ghoul a flying dagger comes from Keira's direction and slams blade first into the Ghoul's shoulder, buried all the way up to the hilt. With a shriek of pain and surprise at now being attacked even more the Ghoul turns and flees before you can strike its chest of leg with your own weapons. The Ghoul then disappears off into the midst of the battle leaving behind a trail of blood. It is up to you whether or not you charge off into the streets after the ghoul and try to finish it, remain where you are and help Benepal or Aldegar, or do you help Dyanah up and try to find both her and Keira some useful weapons as they now do not have any?

Keira: There is nothing in the ghoul's path that could be set on fire but the dagger which you had thrown has found its mark and buried itself in the Ghoul's shoulder which has forced it to retreat instead of fighting Nysard. Looking around you can see that Dyanah has been shoved on the floor by Nysard so its up to you if you help her up or not. Even if you don't it may be a good idea to try and help Benepal or Aldegar with their attackers but you can Dyanah can do little help with just flaming planks of wood, you both need a proper weapon so you can help defend your friends. But what should be your main concern is the fact that Nysard now has a claw wound on his chest(i think its his chest or side?) which looks very painful and may need immediate attention.

Dyanah: Keira runs up beside you after throwing her dagger at the Ghoul then states that you and her will be having words once this is over. As the ghoul rushes at the both of you Nysard appears and shoves you off your feet and into the mud as the aims a swipe for you. Slightly annoyed at the rough treatment Nysard just gave you, maybe you should talk with him about it later? As you look around you can see that the ghoul is now in retreat after having Keira's dagger find its home in the ghoul's shoulder. Pushing yourself back up onto your feet(with or without any of the others help) You notice that the flaming plank of wood you were wielding has been extinguished after being shoved in the mud, leaving you pretty much weaponless. It would be wisest to try and find a more suitable weapon before trying to help any of your friends. Looking around you can see that Kai has disappeared off into the village aswell, leaving the body of his attacker on the ground where he killed him. In its hand it is still holding onto the pitchfork, it may not be the best weapon but it will have to do until you find a move suitable one. If you pick it up then you have the choice of staying and helping the others with you or maybe run off after Kai to make sure he is ok, or go find the hunter which by his side may be the safest place in the village.

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The kick allowed for a moment’s reprieve of the fighting, the brute-bastard staggering back and going down to a knee from what Aldegar had done. But almost as soon as the farmhand tried to get back up, the man seemed to recover and was back on him, forcing Aldegar back to the ground with a savage kick of his own. Looking up, Aldegar was able to make out the man raising his axe high over his head, the glare of the sun above them making it harder to see but that mattered very little. The brute brought the axe down, attempting to split him in half like a log. It was only through some sheer luck that Aldegar managed to roll to the side and avoid the attack, fear of death having paralyzed him until the last second.

As lucky as rolling to the side might have been in saving his life, danger was still right there a breath away. The axe blade bit into the earth next to his face, he could actually feel the rush of air from its passing before it hit the ground and kicked up dirt. The dirt itself showered everything close, including the farmhands face, getting in his left eye and making him cry out in pain. He swung wildly with his own axe, catching the man in the chest with the blunt end, forcing the man back long enough for Aldegar to finally make it back to his feet.

Not a moment too soon either, jumping back he watched as the axe sweeped across where his stomach had been. That would have ended him had it connected, but it looked as though Shallya was granting him the luck to stay alive for now. Another sweep led to another dodge, but this time Aldegar was able to smash the man across the side of his face, spittle and blood pooling at the side of his mouth before he spit broken teeth at the farmhand. Shielding his face from the teeth and blood, Aldegar nearly missed the attack from it. Blocking with his axe, the force of the blow nearly took the weapon from his hands.

A second blow, only just barely blocked, rang through his very core and nearly robbed the feeling from his arms. Aldegar kicked out again, hoping to put some distance between them, and connected with the man in time to make him falter in another blow. Not willing to pass up an opportunity of his own, Aldegar lunged forward, bringing his own axe down from over his head with a cry of anger.

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