Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25344655-20150908031022/@comment-26084195-20150917055354

The figure looks to the horizon and sees that the sun has nearly set. "Ah, our time is nigh at hand, brothers!"

From out of the darkness of the decks below come nine other black cloaked figures, each identical to the first in every way.

Just as the sun sunk below the horizon, in that momentary final flare of light, the faces of these figures illuminated.

They may have been Human, once. But no more. Their bloodshot eyes were sunk deep into the backs of their heads. Heads that were covered in shriveled, potted, sickly brown skin. They grinned in unison at you with rotted teeth.

"It's nothing against you in particular. Please don't feel singled out." The lead one said. "We just really really want to kill something." Then, as the sun set completely, the ten figures vanished entirely.

"Sir, get on the log, quickly!" One of your guards said. You get on the log, followed by many more of your soldiers. But as the next one is climbing down, he is yanked back up by unseen hands. The screams of those unfortunate enough to not make it to the log in time begin screaming in pain, being slain by an enemy that, alas, they cannot see. When your log has gotten a reasonable distance away, the boat raises its sails and pushes off, back the way it came.