A Dead Man’s Party

October 26, 2006 at 8:23 pm (Party Journal)

Dragging rotten rags, droppping dead flesh, staggeringly drunkenly, and staring the vacant stare of the undead, the party lurched up the hill towards the Asylum. The burning eyes of the hulking doorman took them in, and seemed to accept their zombie disguise.

“Welcome, ah he he he, to our Lord’s celebration!”

The door was opened, and they entered into the darkened corridor, eyes flicking nervously from side to side, taking in the darkness, the torches in the wall, the dank smell, and the solid, thick walls. Following the other mindless undead that entered with them, they turned a corner, entered a door, and were stopped in their tracks.

The sight that greeting them was disgusting. The room was lit by rough chandeliers, with what could only be entrails hanging between them. The walls had streamers of entrails, the tables were decked out with delicacies such as candied eyeballs, deep-fried toes, and other squishy, wobbly bits.
And everywhere, locked in unholy embraces, dancing a macarbe dance, were the undead. Zombies, skeletons, and unnameable nasties stepped and twirled around each other. Shuffling to the sound of a drum, beaten by bone hands. The sight turned the stomach.

The exploration of the top floor uncovered floating surgical instruments, ravenous undead animals, and a nasty surprise of a body which was only pretending to be dead.
However, one room held something even more unexpected. A living, breathing human! Liadra had locked herself in when the disaster struck. Little could she tell of what actually happened. The tense meeting teetered on the edge of warfare, with Tak’s bluntness almost proving their downfall. Gallidad stepped in, and invited Liadra to help them escape.

It was time to recuperate, and it was not safe to do it here. The party continued downstairs, and were discovered to be not as the appeared by the doorman. A quick fight ensued, with Liadra casting spells from her wand. After he was defeated, Simiralias set the ballroom alight, and they scampered for the safety of the forest, and the protection of Zander.

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