Best. One. Ever. It was a standard day of adventuring for our group of six. Our band had run a gauntlet of outdoor encounters that increased as a we stepped nearer to the ruins we were in search of. During the last night of our outdoor trek the party was attacked, not surprising us thanks to magical wards and alarm spells. What came shambling out of the darkness toward our band of intrepid adventures was described as such: DM: “The alarm spells are still ringing out in the night when you hear a different sound altogether. It is the sound of slow shuffling of decaying feet moving through the forest overgrowth. Ranger: “I know that noise! It’s Zombies! Everyone at the ready! DM: “The first wave hits the edge of the firelight. Before you stands at least a dozen emancipated zombies. Wizard: “Hold on, they have their freedom? Um, did you mean ‘Emaciated’? DM: *puzzled look before realizing his error* DM: “The zombies utter only a single word.... FrrrRRReeeEEEEeeeDooOOoommmMMm
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 18:20:05 +0000
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