Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-25038310-20160314210610

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The party of Undead had just passed the empty clearings, and were now standing at the foot of the small hill that led to the town, on the eastern side.

The houses on top of the hill were in a bad state up to the point that a collapse was imminent. They were made out of simple brick or stone and wood, created by those who had very little knowledge of architecture. The church however, had clearly been worked on longer than any of the surrounding buildings, and was placed at the very end of the town overlooking it on top of a cliff. A large pool of water that stretched out for thousands of miles could be seen behind the church.

When they looked up, they would hear various muffled screams coming from one of the nearby houses, and pleas of someone begging for his life in a high pitched and panicked manner, which were only replied to with a gruff and heavy voice. It was hard to make out what they were saying unless one approached.

They could also hear some silent mumbles from up above, as the source of the noise passed them slowly. ______________

Brennus and Slade found themselves in a small abandoned house in the western part of town. It was simple enough, and the building contained multiple rooms that were extremely small.

There were some beds present in the room made out of pieces of ragged cloth and hay. There were also various sewing tools that were probably used by the former owner of the house who had a particular occupation.

As they closed the door behind them, they could hear the soft thumps and the loud wheezing of the peasants outside, as their yellow nails scratched at the wood of the doorpost and they placed their hands on the windows in an attempt to enter.