Night of the Undead

[Dezza]

The night of Tunar, Jenra 16, 1459 will be remember across Mistone for some time as a night of unrest and chaos across the lands. A dark night with thick clouds obscuring the night sky of any light that tried to penetrate its murk.

A night that crypt keepers and graveyard tenders will recall when the dead clawed their way from their graves in many places to attack any living they came across.

Toranites and undead hunters were kept busy quelling the seeming uprising and forcing the undead back to rest across the lands. Dead bodies from the Tsunami's attacked fisherfolk and coastal villages seemingly at random. Imagine the horror when lost loved ones in the disaster returned to call on the living and try to kill them!

Chaos, madness! Some say its the work of Corath, his foul breath upon the land causing the dead to rise in their corruption. Whatever it was, by morning it was over. With the dawns light bright and clear the unliving returned to their graves and to their rest.

[Spike]

*Shortly after the events of the night of the undead a strange rumour is heard from those who have traveled from Dregar.

It is said that a madness plagued the trails from Dalanthar to Prantz, a walking death that consumed all life that stood in its way, from trolls to giants. It is said that even the remains of a few vampires were found, indicating that what ever evil it was, it cared not for what it destroyed.

Some even whisper that it was a Corathite warband, led by a powerful palemaster or lich (opinions differ here), but these words surely come from those with an over active imagination. Either way, all that remains is a trail of dismembered and disfigured corpses, a road of the dead.*

[lonnarin]

*a madman in Dalanthar screams to the merchants and shoppers gathered*

"The end is near! The End is Near!   The Skull of the Lich has awoken, shop now or forever die bargainless!  Quickly now, splurge like you've never splurged before!  Top of the shelf, the finest wines!  You can't take it with you, and you can't drink when your dead! Ahahahaaaaaa... Bloody DOOMSALE!!!"

*he tips his feathered hat to the people, looking at them with beedy red-glowing eyes beneath a horned executioner's mask and dusts off his tuxedo*

"Ahem... well then don't mind me.  The whole doom and gloom in the air, brings out the monster in me... hee hee! Hoo Hoo! AHAH HAAH!"

*with maniacal laughter he vanishes, leaving many panicked, confused or just simply flabbergasted.  Where he once stood sits a bottle of Xeenite Wine, ripe for the taking.*