by Big Brother » Fri Oct 05, 2018 1:12 pm
the creature screeches and begins an agressive flurry of blows, forcing Charles to give a small amount of ground, steel flying, when suddenly a loud bang interrupts the fight
This fight is over, you have failed me
the zombie drops his blades, clawing at his chest and face, a blue light emanating from every crevice in clothes and body. The zombie explodes, knocking over tables, the bartender, and leaving a large hole in the roof of the tavern. The zombie hisses his last words
He is coming, may he show mercy on your souls, Avonmora is no longer safe
The dead may not tell tales, but they certainly have one.
Chairman of The Vault