Cora and Alma
You are certain that the old man by the well is dead now. The horrid undead have stopped flailing at him and are scanning the darkened streets, perhaps looking for a fresh victim. In the stone house directly opposite of your position by the mayor’s house there is a growing commotion. From behind its shuttered windows comes a series of screams and crashing noises.
Candle light is showing now behind a few windows as furtive glances are made into the streets. At last the town is slowly awakening to the danger roaming amongst them.
The dozen or so buildings that make up the village are mostly single story houses, most with thatched roofs. In fact, only the mayor’s house and the inn next door are two storied and only the inn has a tiled roof.
While the inn offers, perhaps the more solid option, the presence of the undead hovering in the streets before it lead you to conclude that the mayor’s house may be your safest bet.
As quietly as you can you clamber up the timber side, finding finger and toe holds in the rough wood. As you clamber onto the thatching you are relieved to find that it will easily bear your weight.
You glance back into the darkness, wondering where Alma is.
As you hasten towards the town centre you find Peter Frund and Brianna running at your side.
This is my town and my people.
The mayor offers by way of explanation.
These are a hearty people, you realize. They have survived on the outermost fringes of human civilization, bordering on barbaric tribes and the ever-present dangers of Lodd for generations. Though he is stout and grey, you suddenly grow to appreciate that there is yet steel in the bones of Peter Frund.
You cast your spell, surrounding yourself once more with a coterie of mirror images. As you approach the side of the mayor’s house and peer into the street beyond you see no sign of Cora.
A stone house across the way is filled the with the sounds of struggle, however, and a trio of people are loitering around a fallen man by the town well.
By the light of a fallen lantern you realize that the three people share the same withered, shallow look as those undead you have just dispatched.
To your horror, Peter, not having realized the danger, calls out to the trio:
Zeke! Marsha! Be aware, there are foul creatures about the streets t’night
By the flickering light of the fallen lantern you see the eyes of the undead turn towards the shadows you occupy. A hunger lights in them as they begin to scramble in your direction.
WHAT DO YOU DO?