Wednesday, November 4
Isles of the Damned: Part 1b – The Isle of Undeath
“Go, go, go!” shouted Sebastian. He flapped overhead, barely navigating the ten-foot wide corridor with his huge wings.
“More ghouls?” asked Vlad fearfully. They had encountered a room full of armed and armored ghouls, unlike the ones who skulked the drug dens of Freeport.
“Worse,” shouted Sebastian over his shoulder. “Skeletons.”
“Bah!” Beldin turned, Windcutter at the ready. “I’m not going to run from a bag of bones.”
Vlad bounced on his heels, torn between running after Sebastian or staying to help his friend. “How many?”
“More than I can count!” shouted Sebastian as he turned the corner out of sight.
A bleached mass of roiling bones came into view around the corner. They skeletons crawled and scrabbled over each other like ants, filling the entire hallway up with their mass.
“On second thought…” the dwarf took a few steps backwards. more
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