In the days before the gathering at Fengate rumours and reports of a terrifying nature began circulating through the Earldom of Derwentshire. Focused around the Barony of Fengate, seat of the Baron Baldwin de’Saville, strange spiritual manifestations had been seen. Lights were spotted out in the marshlands and a spiritual host seemingly trapped in an ancient battle between elves and dwarves. In Darian the spirits of the dead were heard to shriek and wail as one by one ghosts enacted out their own deaths, particularly around the gallows in the market, until the Church of Kharach were able to drive them away. A noxious mist that rips the breath from the lungs and bring bloody froth and phlegm to the mouth of any who dare go in unprotected arose from the Drakheart forest and crept into the region of Ashbourne towards the marshes around Fengate, akin to a similar fog spotted near the mines of Arlingdale some months before. And the forest has consumed the foulspawn that lives within it, leaving only behind the dead.
A rider on a dead horse came to Fengate with a demand of tribute for the Hollow Lord, able to rip the throat out of a man who fired his crossbow from atop the walls. He leaves his proclamation in the dust before returning from whence he came, heralded by ancient banners and the wailing dead. The garrison retrieved the scroll when the sun came up, terrified by the haunting and events of the night before. And the dead, ever hungry for life, walk abroad.
Thank you Derby for running a fantastic Special weekend full of fun, fear and emotion. You guys never fail to provide me with an emotional roller coaster and great plot, and it was wonderful to feel to have played a part in the end of the Aldred the Undying. Thank you also to all who came and made the weekend what it was.