Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-58.110.104.164-20150102075203/@comment-67.22.249.68-20150105152108

Hey there, speganomad, nice to see you!

In a village somewhat near to southern Mirkwood...

Life was going well. It wasn't a particularly large or prosperous village, but it had all the necessities. They were never really a target for Orcs, and they had a local militia so they were relatively safe. Life was good until, that is, until the Wyches came from the forests.

It was a surprise attack. They came from the shadows of the blackened southern forest. They weren't so much soldiers as raiders. They had no suits of armor, but rather various platings and decorations, often decorated with spikes. Some of them wielded swords, some scythes, some even had weighted and barbed nets. And each of them held a pistol.

Well, the Militia never really stood a chance against the seasoned and dangerous warriors of the cults. The first row of Militia went down in a single volley. Then, one in particular was shot by a different-looking one, one with a mask and more decorations. He shot the soldier in the leg, not a killing blow. And yet, the soldier began to wail a bloodcurdling scream. The remaining troops couldn't figure out what was going on. Until, that is, his flesh turned black and began withering away.

That just caused the soldiers to break. They broke from formation and ran, ran like the wind. Then it was time for the real goal. The Wyches began breaking into houses in groups of three, and several dragged out someone in their nets. Once they had five people in their nets, they returned to the wood, and they were never heard from by the village again.