Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20150202210500/@comment-24701913-20150227055049

"It was before the storm hit" She said, beginning her story, "That creep Merchant invited me into his tent for a 'talk'. At the time a cold wind was blowing, extinguishing the fires, soon after I heard the screams. The Mercenary Leader burst in through the tent only to be shot through the throat, which made the Merchant run back to his bed. Being the coward he was, he begged me to stay behind, but I exited the tent anyway.

"What I saw would've made me sick at the time, everyone was dead, all the villagers, all the mercenaries, I think even the animals. Except for this one man, who had his arms cut off, I offered to reattach them but he refused and said that I should head back to the Merchant." She let out a brief sigh, clearly not enjoying herself, "I did as I was told, I went back and firmly told the Merchant I couldn't protect him and I would've left had it not been for this storm.

"So we stood for a few minutes with the storm simply getting stronger each second. I finally told him to look for something to keep the rain off our backs should the tent be torn away by the wind and water and he searched through his stuff, when he turned to me and said his last words, he was stabbed by something" She paused to cringe, the memory still vivid, "It had multiple limbs, from what I saw anyway. I called up a skeleton from the ground and ran for it. Just as I thought I was safe, the thing, possibly things, told me something, told me to look for someone and tell them that a Mr. Roux, I think was the name, was on the way."

She had ended the story there, not even realising that she was shaking again.