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10/11/09(Sun)03:53 No.6224256>>6224171 >>6224116 >>6224091 You run into a few of the other houses, and it's the same story in each, closed eyes with runny blackstuff, and everyone is dead. It seems whatever happened to them took hold as they slept. Hypnotizing anyone till in their youthfull and mostly innocent years, and killing the rest.
Neighbors, family, your mother, oh damn the gods your mother... all dead. And the only parts of them left their children are marching off to that damned tower. You move to your shed, heart racing, and look for things to take, you pick up your travel back pack with it's sleeping roll on top, and fill it with what food stuffs you have as a given.
As far as the shop goes, there is a great axe you were always fond of, a few light healing potions you usually use for your hands when you work too many days in a row and end up turning them into broken mess.
You move to check on the horses, checking quickly to see the children almost out of eyesight, lost in the fog. You curse as you open the barn door to the horse stable, the horses have been torn apart by something. The walls are painted in blood and the entrails are hung around as if decorations. |