Brazen Wolfe Tabletop

Root Rot

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As the village gathered out the front of the tavern the party stood near Mayor Tibs and Captain Garet. Around midday the sun had retreated behind clouds and a thick fog had rolled in from the hills. As the Mayor stood nearby he fidgeted anxiously as Garet addressed those that had gathered. ‘Thank you fall for gathering here on such short notice. As you know these adventurers made a discovery earlier and it appears as though there’s something foul going on. They found body parts and evidence of dark magic, we fear that one of the village was murdered.’

A distant rumble of thunder punctuated the revelation as the townsfolk started to murmur amongst themselves. ‘But we’re all here.’ one of the farmers said, many of them agreed. After a few moments of looking around everyone was confused as the first specks of drizzle descended upon the gathering.

‘Well were not all here. Simon and his daughter are currently in their warehouse as it was one of his farmhands outfits that was linked to the suspected death.’ One of the others spoke up. As they looked around again several people called out that they had witnessed Simon acting suspicious. As it threatened to turn into a lynch mob Garet tried to calm everyone down.

A cry of pain and rage echoes from the Warehouse suddenly which plunged the gathered villagers into silence. As they party and Garet rushed forward with weapons drawn they opened the large doors slowly revealing a hunched body over the twitching body of Simon. A Zombie slowly stood up and looked at the interlopers as visceral matter fell from its rotting mouth.

The door that backed onto the crops swung in the breeze that had picked up. Cries of alarm and panic set in from the villagers as more figures walked through the mist. As they watched the shambling figures, including the one that was shuffling towards them from Simons corpse they saw what had been causing the damaged crops. The bodies, now zombies, had been buried in the field. Several people all wearing the same uniform marking them as farmhands of Simon.

As a zombie clawed its way free from its earthen prison it ripped and tore at the plant which had wrapped its roots around its decomposing form. Soon they would all be upon the party and the villagers. The party had found the cause of the destroyed crops but not the source but they suspected that the fog was not natural and who ever was controlling the animated corpses was out in the field amongst the thick swirling fog.

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