The party began the day by convincing the friendly farmers who released murderous Cadavermen at night to go for a picnic and leave behind their work on their now twice burned house. At half a mile from the homestead they exploded gruesomely. When we returned we found them happily at work, once again propping up their roof. Very strange indeed, though their command of art remains showing that they are not Horror tainted. After due deliberation Dob the doughty dwarf doubted the durability of the roof and proceeded to smite it smartly. The friendly farmers anxiously objected but Dob noticed the runic symbol engraved thereon. It was tentacly and evil. We rent the roof and once again the friendly farmers exploded.
At about that time a man came stumbling down from the north and fell at the front of the farmstead. He had been torn from top to toe and clutched a voucher for a free drink in his hand. Thinking of how I could use it to discover more about my discipline I quickly scooped up the voucher, which was from a house of harlots a short journey north. We went to visit.
There we discovered two sulky bar maids and an eager crowd in the courtyard. The barmaids yielded to the cavalryman’s attentions while I watched the wayward throng. Soon enough, a dancer appeared with tentacles for arms, a horrible sight. When asked the barmaids told the story of how a Theran airship had come by not long ago and one of the girls had been used hardly and died. She was reborn as a tentacle monstrosity which made her very much in demand with the clientele. She was busy killing the other harlots to convert them into similar horrors.
Valiant Vaughn proved his worth by picking a lock so that we could see one of the beasts with a client whom she was devouring devilishly. Now fully committed to ending this reign of evil I gathered up the party and we set out to find and eliminate the source of the evil. The first horror-tainted whore. We entered her room using a cunning ploy of Vaughn’s but were unable to deal her damage. Though her tantric tentacles touched us truly. We fled to the approbation of the crowd. The barmaids agreed to Fritii’s plan to torch the place and even provided flammables from the wine cellar.
Having ended the Horror here (for none escaped the flames) we continued north in pursuit of the Theran airship. In the next town we found that it had hovered over a house but never landed or sent people into town. The house belonged to Charles D. Ward whom the party had assisted in Gnarls Barkley. We discovered a rune on its roof like that on that of the friendly farmers.
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