(Week 5) Woeful Waking

In the early evening I made my merry way into the VIP tent to warily watch the bitter battles.  It was certainly an earnest education!

Afterwards our fierce fellowship began the tiresome trek from Gnarls Barkley to Bartertown.  Halfway there at the Rock of Nell we encountered a rather serious circus.  The laughing lunacy of happy Horror had slain several villagers.  But we dispatched harlequin horror with deadly dexterity.  After strenuous searching, Doughty Dob finally found some lucky loot. 
In the sultry city, I blithely boarded sprightly spirits and eagerly improved my sundry skills.  After that I sought a mighty master of the manifold neatherworlds to quicken my quest for second circle.  Wilde Oscar that wily operator expanded my intellect and widened my wits.  No summoned spirits to cloud our calculus but rather strong drink to strengthen desire.  A week later, though my head hurt and pulse pounded, the new knowledge of second circle helped me gain ground and train talents.

Following a rough rumor to its angry origin we navigated north.  After two days travel we found the unburied bodies of passers by.  The friendly farmer and his fine family denied knowledge of the deadly deeds.  Valiant Vaugn and I waited within the welcoming garth.  Dob and the Elven Cavalryman slept without.

An hour after the sun had set, the fear Cadavermen fared foully forth.  We battled them bravely nearly all overcome.  Valiant Vaugn the final one vanquished and dragged our bodies to the hopeful homestead.  In the misty morning the farm family came down stairs all unknown of the nightly mischief.

We slowly built a bulky sledge to comfortable carry the Cavalryman and his horse.  Then we directly decamped to the sylvan safety of remote (relatively) region.  We waited resting till all were healed and whole.  I found potent fungi to augment our arsenal.  We returned uncertain and definitely differed as to the preferred plan.

After due deliberation, we barred the doors of the framed farmhouse and I flew upward to oversee the windows.  On the upper storey slept the farm family.  I could not wake them.  While down below the Cadavermen's claws clicked on the doors.  We pulled the sleepers from the high perches with the help of the horse.  They did not wake.  Then we burned the house and the banshees within it.

The next morning the farmers awoke to awful dismay.  We wondered greatly at their lack of wounds.  They worked all day to rebuild their shelter while we watched wondering.  The next night we transfixed their bodies as they slept simply before the arising of the cursed Cadavermen.

In the misty morning, we heard the cramped cries of the friendly farmers now trapped within fallen frame of their haunted homestead.