Another week has come and this week I want to go back to a classic of role play adventures, the unquiet dead. Despite many of the adventures that I have done this year the world of RPGs is so vast that you can always see another one just around the corner. But I don’t want to give away too much so we better get on with this weeks plot night Monday. So let’s sit down, grab a coffee and read about this weeks adventure!
The Unquiet Dead
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The streets were quiet except for the hasty footsteps she made as she walked across the cobblestones towards her house. Despite being so close to her comfortable warm house she was chilled to the bone with fear. The stories and bodies that kept showing up in the morning had caused the City of Narlowglen to become a waking nightmare.
Vast flocks of people had left during the past few weeks and only a few more nights and she too would be free. However she had got distracted at the Purple Rose, a tavern that sold the best wine in the city. If it wasn’t for that incredibly handsome man she would have been home hours ago and she wouldn’t be hearing things as she started to pick up pace.
Her hasty walk had turned into jog and not a full on run as she was now becoming certain that something was running behind her. Something that had claws and was incredibly fast knocked over a pot that was left near a doorway and she realised that she wouldn’t make it home in time. However a light shone brightly from the open door to the temple.
Kelemvor’s Priest
Racing towards the door she threw herself towards the open portal. The dead feared Kelemvor out of almost all other deities in this realm. But that didn’t stop the sudden pang of pain that surged through her body as she landed on the hand stone steps.
“What is this…?” a man’s voice said calmly as hands gently touched her shoulder as he swept past. “Begone vile scourge. Begone the unquiet dead! Your cursed form has no power here and I banish you from these hallowed grounds!” the man called out as he pulled forth a holy symbol. Bright light lashed forward and the sound of shrieking and skittering of claws on pavement was the only sound that could be heard.
“Be still child. Let me tend to your wounds lest they fester.” the priest said as he strode forward. Taking the young lady’s ankle in his callused hands he chanted a healing prayer. Warmth and comfort swelled from the man’s hands as the magic pulsed forward. Looking down at her ankle she managed to see the deep gash that ran from her calf to her ankle. The magic caused it to seal quickly but a pink mark remained.
“The lord of the dead must remind us that we are mortal and that death is natural. However death at the hands of undead is not natural. I do what I can to prevent these attacks but I am just one man against a sea of undead.”
“What can we do?” the girl asked, looking at the streets before her.
“We call for aid. We have called for aid and we wait for heroes to come and save our city from the undead infestation.” the priest said as he looked over the city from the temples raised perch above the buildings roofs. “They will have to uncover the nests and burn them out.”
Thoughts
A bit of a fun one this week as we look to a undead investigation. But not just zombies or skeletons marching on a city or in a crypt. Oh no this week I have some of the big guns coming out to play.
Another week started and this weeks going to be another big one. I hope that you continue to come back every day as the unquiet dead cause havoc in Narlowglen. But don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about the missing adventures that I need to catch up on. These will be completed soon and then we can enjoy twenty eight Zines for this year. That’s a few… So don’t forget to come back and follow the progress of this adventure and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
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