Borkka
"It could be a trap," You tell your companions. "I think we should just wait here until they start moving again."
While it is clear that not everyone agrees with your decision, no one steps forth to move against you.
The seven of you wait for countless minutes. From the position of the moon above you, it appears that several hours have passed when one of your companions takes note that the sleepless ones appear to be stirring below.
Your party rises to their weary feet and waits for the group below to start marching again. It doesn't take long for the sleepless to begin collectively continuing down the forest. Your group begins moving after them almost in unison.
Apparently those who are being controlled do not have any sentience, as not once in the entire time that you have been following has any of them taken note of your presence. Either the puppet master is very arrogant, or very stupid.
It isn't long before your group is walking through the little valley where the sleep walkers had stood eerily still for an unknown length of time. You hear something moving in from behind the tree line, but dismiss the sound as another delusion from the lack of sleep.
Moments later you realise your mistake as your party is swarmed on either side by the slow moving masses of sleep walkers. You look around franticaly for a route of escape but find none available. You realise that you wil have to fight your way out of this, and you lift your club up accordingly.
"An ambush," Godar says in a voice barely above a whisper.
You look to Yornalla who holds Alkar's spear before her. She is well prepared for the coming battle. The others seem to be equally prepared as well. The father and son stand back to back, stone knives in hand. Godar a club of ironwood before his massive body. Tonal bears a spear, and holds it at the ready though it shakes a bit in his grasp. The dark haired stranger known as Raven holds in his hand what appears to be a length of metal, sharpened at the edges. You've never seen anything like the instrument that Raven holds, but now is not the time to question him on it's purpose.
As the puppets close you, you spring to action, bashing one in the head and crushing his skull. Another beside him, reaches out for you, but you quickly bat him away with a swipe of your club. You chance a glance over your shoulder to see how your companions fare and see them holding their own, three sleepwalkers crumpled on the ground at their feet.
A fist hits the side of your head and you spin to see an unsleeper preparing to strike at you again. You make short work of this one, striking his skull with two quick blows.
You swing in at another one as you try to estimate their numbers. There are so many of them, and all of them moving... It is difficult to count, but you think there are close to fifty still moving. Seven against fifty.
As you knock two more to the ground you see the older man, Kossa on the ground while his son fights on. Tonal, also is down, you notice as you return your gaze to the oncoming masses. You catch one of them with a spike on your club and struggle to pry the weapon from the ribs of the dying sleep walker.
Suddenly they are upon you, their weight opressing you and knocking you to the ground. You cannot say for sure how many there are, but they assault you with painful blow after blow. You struggle to fight back and to retain conciousness.
You become desperate. Everything goes hazy for you and you are only partially aware of your insane flailings of legs and arms. Eventually you find yourself on your feet again, throwing the body of one of them into the path of two who were approaching.
You look around and find only Yornalla and Raven still battling with the unsleeping masses. The enemy still grossly outnumbers your crew, but those numbers are less hopeless than what you faced before. The three of you find yourselves against a little over twenty.
You fight with renewed strength and work your way over to Yornalla who stabs her spearhead through the stomach of what was once a beautiful young lady.
Raven draws near as well, and you watch from the corner of your eye as his sharpened metal stick cleaves limbs and heads off upon contact. He is covered in blood and gore, and a trail of severed limbs and mutilated corpses lays behind him.
As their numbers dwindle you start to feel a vague sense of hope welling up inside of you. You grab hold of one who draws too near and twist his neck before dropping him to the ground.
Your hopes are dashed when you look down the trail. The army of sleep walkers that you watched exit the valley is returning, their numbers a little over a hundred.
You are still standing in shock when a mass of them takes you to the ground and begins pummeling your body with blow after relentless blow.
The last thing you hear before everything goes black is a cry from Yornalla.
While it is clear that not everyone agrees with your decision, no one steps forth to move against you.
The seven of you wait for countless minutes. From the position of the moon above you, it appears that several hours have passed when one of your companions takes note that the sleepless ones appear to be stirring below.
Your party rises to their weary feet and waits for the group below to start marching again. It doesn't take long for the sleepless to begin collectively continuing down the forest. Your group begins moving after them almost in unison.
Apparently those who are being controlled do not have any sentience, as not once in the entire time that you have been following has any of them taken note of your presence. Either the puppet master is very arrogant, or very stupid.
It isn't long before your group is walking through the little valley where the sleep walkers had stood eerily still for an unknown length of time. You hear something moving in from behind the tree line, but dismiss the sound as another delusion from the lack of sleep.
Moments later you realise your mistake as your party is swarmed on either side by the slow moving masses of sleep walkers. You look around franticaly for a route of escape but find none available. You realise that you wil have to fight your way out of this, and you lift your club up accordingly.
"An ambush," Godar says in a voice barely above a whisper.
You look to Yornalla who holds Alkar's spear before her. She is well prepared for the coming battle. The others seem to be equally prepared as well. The father and son stand back to back, stone knives in hand. Godar a club of ironwood before his massive body. Tonal bears a spear, and holds it at the ready though it shakes a bit in his grasp. The dark haired stranger known as Raven holds in his hand what appears to be a length of metal, sharpened at the edges. You've never seen anything like the instrument that Raven holds, but now is not the time to question him on it's purpose.
As the puppets close you, you spring to action, bashing one in the head and crushing his skull. Another beside him, reaches out for you, but you quickly bat him away with a swipe of your club. You chance a glance over your shoulder to see how your companions fare and see them holding their own, three sleepwalkers crumpled on the ground at their feet.
A fist hits the side of your head and you spin to see an unsleeper preparing to strike at you again. You make short work of this one, striking his skull with two quick blows.
You swing in at another one as you try to estimate their numbers. There are so many of them, and all of them moving... It is difficult to count, but you think there are close to fifty still moving. Seven against fifty.
As you knock two more to the ground you see the older man, Kossa on the ground while his son fights on. Tonal, also is down, you notice as you return your gaze to the oncoming masses. You catch one of them with a spike on your club and struggle to pry the weapon from the ribs of the dying sleep walker.
Suddenly they are upon you, their weight opressing you and knocking you to the ground. You cannot say for sure how many there are, but they assault you with painful blow after blow. You struggle to fight back and to retain conciousness.
You become desperate. Everything goes hazy for you and you are only partially aware of your insane flailings of legs and arms. Eventually you find yourself on your feet again, throwing the body of one of them into the path of two who were approaching.
You look around and find only Yornalla and Raven still battling with the unsleeping masses. The enemy still grossly outnumbers your crew, but those numbers are less hopeless than what you faced before. The three of you find yourselves against a little over twenty.
You fight with renewed strength and work your way over to Yornalla who stabs her spearhead through the stomach of what was once a beautiful young lady.
Raven draws near as well, and you watch from the corner of your eye as his sharpened metal stick cleaves limbs and heads off upon contact. He is covered in blood and gore, and a trail of severed limbs and mutilated corpses lays behind him.
As their numbers dwindle you start to feel a vague sense of hope welling up inside of you. You grab hold of one who draws too near and twist his neck before dropping him to the ground.
Your hopes are dashed when you look down the trail. The army of sleep walkers that you watched exit the valley is returning, their numbers a little over a hundred.
You are still standing in shock when a mass of them takes you to the ground and begins pummeling your body with blow after relentless blow.
The last thing you hear before everything goes black is a cry from Yornalla.
