06-27-2023, 00:35:51 AM
DAY TIME IS HERE...
You all wake up and look around. You all feel lighter than normal. You look at yourselves and find you're all transparent and glowing blue. You look around and see your bodies. All of them with their throats slit, lying over puddles of blood. Before you begin to process whether or not you're all dead, dark souls rise out of the ground and fly at you. They go through your ghostly bodies, which actually burns a great deal. As if the sun itself passed through you all. All the souls circle you all and drag you all underneath the ground where you all fall through pure blackness for several minutes. But it might as well have been over a hundred years because that's what it felt like.
Eventually, you all land as the darkness slightly lights up with the giant head of Agatha Bancroft, the woman you all seen in your dreams before you. She just gazes into you all for a full minute before she opens her mouth, releasing a snake tongue with several heads that wrap around all of you. The snakes pull you in as the head melts away from the skin, down to the flesh until there is only skull. You can hear the Witch laughing at all of you as the skull pulls you all into its jaws. The mouth swallows all of you whole as you all fall into a pit of fire. You all feel your skin bubbling from the flames before it evaporates off your bones. You all scream so loud, it pierces your hearing until you go deaf and black.
Now you all wake up back at the camp. Must have been one of those psyche-out nightmares.You all stand and look around, making sure you're all not dead. Your bodies are solid, you all feel normal. And everyone is alive. Well, most of you anyway. You all get the feeling one of you did not survive the night and browse around the camp. Then you've found the scene of the crime.
Before you all is a tree, with all the bark on the trunk blackened and soiled. A few of the branches weakened and also blackened. You all notice smoke billowing into the air as you all examine the tree closer. As you all look your way down the trunk, you all found the source of the smoke. A smoldering pile of ash rests against the bottom of the tree. While examining what the ashes are, you all feel the presence of the Ranger right behind you all.
And now the fun has begun. One of my possessed took care of the cremation. Now you all need an urn to put the remains in. She was the one who thought her pithy little magic can defeat me. But she was a mere toddler compared to someone who has mastered the black arts for over 300 years. What a foolish girl. Yes, the ashes used to be Claudette St. Cloud, who was The Huntswoman. Please, everyone find who killed her. You might have a chance to weaken the Witch. You have too much faith, Ranger. I think these mortals may be over their heads.
You all wake up and look around. You all feel lighter than normal. You look at yourselves and find you're all transparent and glowing blue. You look around and see your bodies. All of them with their throats slit, lying over puddles of blood. Before you begin to process whether or not you're all dead, dark souls rise out of the ground and fly at you. They go through your ghostly bodies, which actually burns a great deal. As if the sun itself passed through you all. All the souls circle you all and drag you all underneath the ground where you all fall through pure blackness for several minutes. But it might as well have been over a hundred years because that's what it felt like.
Eventually, you all land as the darkness slightly lights up with the giant head of Agatha Bancroft, the woman you all seen in your dreams before you. She just gazes into you all for a full minute before she opens her mouth, releasing a snake tongue with several heads that wrap around all of you. The snakes pull you in as the head melts away from the skin, down to the flesh until there is only skull. You can hear the Witch laughing at all of you as the skull pulls you all into its jaws. The mouth swallows all of you whole as you all fall into a pit of fire. You all feel your skin bubbling from the flames before it evaporates off your bones. You all scream so loud, it pierces your hearing until you go deaf and black.
Now you all wake up back at the camp. Must have been one of those psyche-out nightmares.You all stand and look around, making sure you're all not dead. Your bodies are solid, you all feel normal. And everyone is alive. Well, most of you anyway. You all get the feeling one of you did not survive the night and browse around the camp. Then you've found the scene of the crime.
Before you all is a tree, with all the bark on the trunk blackened and soiled. A few of the branches weakened and also blackened. You all notice smoke billowing into the air as you all examine the tree closer. As you all look your way down the trunk, you all found the source of the smoke. A smoldering pile of ash rests against the bottom of the tree. While examining what the ashes are, you all feel the presence of the Ranger right behind you all.
And now the fun has begun. One of my possessed took care of the cremation. Now you all need an urn to put the remains in. She was the one who thought her pithy little magic can defeat me. But she was a mere toddler compared to someone who has mastered the black arts for over 300 years. What a foolish girl. Yes, the ashes used to be Claudette St. Cloud, who was The Huntswoman. Please, everyone find who killed her. You might have a chance to weaken the Witch. You have too much faith, Ranger. I think these mortals may be over their heads.
I like bananas. They're yellow.