Amorphbutt 199 Share Posted June 29, 2013 Ah, the scenic land of Lenfarthing. One of the most peaceful places in Anthos, if you don't count the ever constant orcish raids against the halfling populace. But today something was off... there was the smell of death in the air. When walking towards the bridge, you notice heavy bloody footsteps leading out of the town. This cannot be good. As you walk further into the tranquil town, you see a body. A halfling lies on the road, his stomach cut open, guts, blood and various gore spilling out of his body onto the summer-green grass, staining the earth with his own crimson life-force. His mouth is slightly agape, blood trickling out of one corner, his eyes open, unblinking, petrified in the face of death. The darkest part about this grizzly kill is that some his organs were half eaten, most lie discarded on the ground near his stomach, large bite marks in them. Flies on this corpse were already laying eggs in his stomach, maggots feasting upon the innards of the halfling male. But then, there's more footsteps, leading towards the burrow of a halfling. The door is slightly ajar, a bloody hand-print on the door knob. If you go inside, bloody footsteps are tracked all across the burrow, as if the murder was looking for something... or someone. If you go into the bedroom, you see a body. The body is female... or was in this case. Her body was half-eaten, laying on the sofa, face too maimed to get who this was, her chest cut open; heart and lungs missing, half of one lung on the floor by her feet, blood all over the wall and furniture. Flies had already began to swarm around the corpse, eating as much as they could as the flesh began to rot. Sometimes, even in the most unsuspecting places, horror can be found. And horror can come in many faces. Disease, fear, loss, hate, sadness. But this came in the face of death. This truly was a Crimson Summer. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wretched 2075 Share Posted June 29, 2013 A darkly dressed figure makes their way down the familiar pathway to Lenfarthing, walking in long, silent strides with their head held low to the ground, their eyes drifting aimlessly back and forth as silent sentences of mixed topics played over their pale, dried lips. The figure's thoughts were interrupted by a change underfoot, a puddle. Had it been raining? No, it was summer, after all. The figure's eyes floated back into reality, peering down to observe the glooping pool of gore smeared across the ground, he lifted his head to take in what had occurred, and it was then that the sight of the dead froze him in his advance. He stood upright in a calm manner, his claw-like, gloved fingers coiling tightly together behind his back as his judgemental stare swept over the scene. The figure paced through the crimson mess beneath his feet, a deep frown forming beneath the eternal smiling of his mask. He turned on one heel to glare back over the scene before him, a new sense of hatred washing through his tall, slender figure to see something he loved so dearly be destroyed. The figure stood there a while longer, his silhouette as black as death itself against the dark skies above, softly being lightened by the moon's watchful gaze. His head snapped to the sound of approaching footsteps, and as quickly as he arrived, he left. Leaving nothing in his wake but the horrific scene left by another. This would not go unpunished. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheRoyalOnion(Aris) 101 Share Posted June 30, 2013 Aris Snowbird buzzes around the 'crime scene' shooing onlooking halflings away from the horrible sight. "Nothin' teh see 'ere lads, just a farmin' accident." He lies unconvincingly and still more people join the group gasping and chattering quietly within themselves. Aris tries again "Oi! I 'eard Roxanne was 'avin' a two-fer one special on jam cakes over at teh inn!" No one moves except old tibb at the back, jiggling as he waddles to the inn. Aris lets out a sigh and turns back, giving up on moving the stubborn halflings away from the murder. He scans over the gore again wincing slightly and thanking the good pumpkin god above he hadn't had time to eat second breakfast. He walks over to his new deputy Wilbur and reluctantly starts cleaning up the mess. Wondering all the while what sort of foul creature would have done this to innocent halflings... Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ned Lud 1260 Share Posted June 30, 2013 Bango Blackfoot trots over to the commotion and nearly slips on a wad of guts, steadying himself with his shovel just in time. "Oi, tha's a slippery fella'!" He takes a gander at the mess and whistles through his teeth, shaking his head as he scratches himself. "Well?!" He snorts with a shrug, "Who needs a burrow?" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heff 2460 Share Posted June 30, 2013 Fumble goes over to Aris and asks snuffling up his tears, " Wh-wh- wha 'appended mistah Aris?" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaiser 2347 Share Posted June 30, 2013 "tha's one fin' shame tha' is....." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bircalin 332 Share Posted August 31, 2013 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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