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[D&D 4e PbP]In the Wake of the Plague [IC/Game Thread]
A Dungeons and Dragons 4th Edition Play by Post Adventurganza
Today is the first day of spring, and the beginning of the Dawning Festival, the celebration of the equinox and the renewal of life. The air is crisp and winter’s chill has not been fully chased off by the lengthening days. Most of the town has come out to the western grounds for the first day of the festival. Music can be heard coming from tents, surrounded by dancing villagers. Booths abound offering roasted meats and the winter’s best ales. The winter in Khenua is unforgiving, and the celebration marking its end is met with a kind of revelry only those who had endured its severity could attain.
Each of you is present for the festivities today for your own reasons. Some of you have come to partake, some to observe, some seeking a common thread, another soul willing to accept who you are. As the sun begins to sink over the wheat fields to the west of the fairgrounds, many of those revelers still present are in a state of almost crippling drunkenness. The mood is light and the music grows ever louder as dusk begins to settle on the town.
In an instant, a piercing cry is heard from the western end of the fairgrounds. Panic quickly spreads as a veritable stampede of humanity flees the incoming threat. A handful of goblins can be seen coming from the west, apparently led by a human soldier and a man in heavy black robes. The robed man grabs hold of a fleeing villager and you see her begin to rot in front of your eyes as he chants until her lifeless corpse drops at his feet. Two of the goblins begin firing arrows at the fleeing crowd, felling several unfortunate villagers.
Looking around, you notice only four others not fleeing in panic. It seems you five are all who are left to defend the village.