Vicar's Head, Gran March, Greyhawk
Day Four. Late afternoon. Tuesday, November 15th, 576 CY
Cold, foggy, cloudy
In the haunted wood, Long Bo steps back and prays to the god of Nature to save him from horrors unnatural. Weeds and shoots, vines and roots, spring to life and grasp at the trio of the dead, but the one nearest the grey druid breaks free! And the others will be unleashed in minutes!
Bo flees into the misty, spectral forest stalked by the deathless, unrelenting things!
In time uncertain, the druid escapes them and stops to catch his breath. The distant howl of a wolf pierces the dread silence.
Lost in the haunted wood, Bo tries to find his way back to Vicar's Head, knowing that the macabre undead stand between him and the village of the damned. Coming on dusk, he finally emerges from the disorienting wood alive, and sees Vicar's Head below him. Its fog-shrouded streets are quiet. But Bo knows he is too late.
The third and final night of the full moon is upon him. He feels the change coming. Nothing can help him now.
Meanwhile, far away, Brevos and Mouser see the Harvest Moon too. Having escaped the forsaken hamlet, they had fled west trying to reach the Hookhill Road when they too were overtaken by the darkness that claims the land.
Meanwhile in Vicar's Head, in the dungeon of the stone tower, and in the streets near the violated church of Pelor, the fallen heroes all
awaken from death! Hothhil, Ingrid, Mondegreen, Pyotr, Rudolf, Telkis and Urdur return from the grave!
For the third time, the wan moonlight heals their wounds! Miraculously, all their most recent injuries are cured! Mondegreen still clutches a blood-stained journal taken from the secret occult library in the tower. Suddenly, he spasms in pain, tearing a page that reads:
"Once bitten, they art damned! Once they become The Beast, nothing but silver can slay them."
Then all the heroes undergo their ghastly, harrowing transformation into things inhuman and unspeakable!
Wracked by searing pain, their very bodies change; skeleture warping, bone and fang lengthening, muscles writhing, growing, rupturing.
They cry out. Howling like wolves. Calling to the pack.
They rip free of their armor just before it strangles their rapidly growing forms. They sprout dark fur and become like unto The Beast.
Once more, they are gripped by an all-consuming hunger. Once more, their identities, their very selves, are given over to a dark and primal force. They have no memory of what transpires next, only frightful nightmares of deeds terrible, bestial and wholly evil.
Then suddenly...
...they all awaken together with the bleak grey dawn, on the cold hard ground somewhere deep within the haunted wood; they know not where. They are themselves once more, in both mind and body.
Damned to live.
Once more, bellies full. Once more, soaked in blood that is not their own. Once more, healed of recent wounds. Once more, dressed only in ragged tatters. Once more, their meager possessions long gone.
Revenants, doomed and cursed. Trapped within a living Hell with no hope of escape.
Ingrid and Pyotr realize that Mondegreen Cindereye is not among them. And the elf, the druid and the ranger know the next full moon is almost four weeks away.
Actions?!
Non-required reading (rolls and rulings):
PC Status:
- Brevos, Half-Elf Ranger 3: Move: 12", AC: 10, HP: 12/31
Grey Mouser, Half-Elf Magic-User/Thief 2/3: Move: 12", AC: 7, HP: 9/15, Spells: 2/2 1st lvl
Hothhil Thornbush, Elven Fighter 3: Move: 12", AC: 8, HP: 20/20
Ingrid Esthof, Human Cleric 4: Move: 12", AC: 10(8), HP: 18/22, Spells: 5/5 1st lvl and 4/4 2nd lvl
Long Bo, Human Druid 4: Move: 12", AC: 9, HP: 20/30, Spells: 6/6 1st lvl, 3/3 2nd lvl and 2/2 3rd lvl
Pyotr Whitetip, Half-Orc Fighter 3: Move: 12", AC: 9, HP: 24/30
Rudolf Rassendyll, Halfling Thief 3: Move: 12", AC: 6, HP: 7/12
Telkis Brassfang, Gnome Fighter 3: Move: 12", AC: 6, HP: 16/32
Urdur Shimmerstone, Gnome Illusionist 3: Move: 12", AC: 7, HP: 6/9, Spells: 2/2 1st lvl and 1/1 2nd lvl
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That was a hell of a fight. 
