The Cursed Night
Everything on the muddy road is pure chaos and fire and the frightful whinny of horses and wounded people.
Dazed, you look around feeling pieces of wood dust and acid on your skin while you feel your blood spurting through your wounds
Your mind uselessly tries to make sense of everything that has happened in an instant: Gunpowder, They carry barrels of Gunpowder!
That together with your chemical explosive agents has created something much more powerful than expected. You struggle to maintain consciousness, while a strange smoke, hissing like a rattlesnake, emerges from the flames where you had your chemical storage, a weird sensation of being stalked by a hungry cougar.
Ironic. You try to think and overcome the drowsiness of death. I had a few Indian potions to become your guardian animal. In the end, you succumbed to the inevitable.
Dazed, you look around feeling pieces of wood dust and acid on your skin while you feel your blood spurting through your wounds
Your mind uselessly tries to make sense of everything that has happened in an instant: Gunpowder, They carry barrels of Gunpowder!
That together with your chemical explosive agents has created something much more powerful than expected. You struggle to maintain consciousness, while a strange smoke, hissing like a rattlesnake, emerges from the flames where you had your chemical storage, a weird sensation of being stalked by a hungry cougar.
Ironic. You try to think and overcome the drowsiness of death. I had a few Indian potions to become your guardian animal. In the end, you succumbed to the inevitable.