The chill evening breeze waved through the farmlands of the Northern outskirts, bringing the warning of the fast approaching nightfall. It has been a long day, but a fruitful one, the crops had never stood better and they promised nothing but a lucrative harvest. With the kobold incident, successfully taken care of by some brave adventurers, the sturdy Holvin admired the outcome of his labor. This was his life, the noble and respectful craft, though mis credited by so many, this was his field of expertise. There's nothing like a good day of work, leaving both the mind and the body pleased. He had achieved quite the reputation, providing various vegetables and grain to the city, and Holvin was pleased.

As the darkening shroud of nightfall began to creep across the landscape, Holvin quickly shook his head and after one last glance of admiration towards his crops, he stepped indoor to rest, and a well earned rest that was. This was his life, day after day he would go to bed when nightfall came, and wake up at sunrise, to continue his work. This was his life, and he liked it, it brought him comfort to know exactly what to expect the following day, and he tend to keep it that way. And so he closed his eyes, dreaming expectingly of the following day.

Little did he know, that this very night, was not unlike any ordinary night, for as darkness fell and silence took its claim upon the Outskirts, something most peculiar happened. A faint buzzing sound propagated through the air, accumulating and growing in intensity. The earth began to shake, and a summoning circle slowly came to existence. A bright white line hovered in midair, pulsating and radiating with raw energy, scaring the poor ignorant cattle from their senses.

The line suddenly split into two horizontal slits and moves apart, leaving an empty void between them. Though this certainly must have struck awe into those able to see the display, it was nothing compared to what has to come. Sounds of dragging feet, accompanied by muffled moaning sounds erupted from the empty void, followed by the nauseating smell of decay. Out from the void came a foot, but it was not blessed with socks nor a well crafted leather boot of extra high quality. The foot was bare, missing a few toes and by the looks of it, it seemed to be in full decay.

Slowly but surely, zombies stepped out from the portal, one by one they dragged themselves out the void until they found themselves walking the ground, which the unknowing Holvin has been nursing with such devotion. They remained silent for a moment, and it would appear as if they where in a trance. Suddenly the sound of crackling electricity appeared, fueling a most exotic looking apparatus, strapped onto the backs of every one of the zombies. The zombies set into motion, using what extend of their throats, which decomposition hasn't robbed them of yet, to utter their demand.

"Graaaaaaaaaaaiiiiinnnnnnnns!"

Another spark of electricity erupted from the apparatus on their backs, apparently directing some liquid substances through their bodies, and the zombies, not carrying about Holvin's amount of hard labor, launched themselves towards his crops.

"Graaaaaaaaaaaiiiiinnnnnnnns!"

The peculiar, yet frightening demand forced Holvin out of his bed, and little did he know, that the time to protect his life's craft was upon him. He stormed out the door, barely managing to jump into his slippers, for something of uttermost value was at stake. Had he known what sight awaited him upon his field, surely he would have chosen a better weapon than his scythe. He knew little about combat, but tactical consideration wasn't really his cup of tea. Driven by rage, which only increased in power by the endless moaning of vegetarian demands of the zombies, he chopped and chopped.

Fortunately, adventurers and bypasses came to his aid, and quickly, the abnormal zombies where brought to rest, and silence once again took its claim upon the farmlands. So many questions followed this incident:

Why did the zombies demand grain instead of the nourishing brainmatter?

What where those peculiar devices?

Rumors has it, that the source of the summoning was traced to a room, though, by gaining entry, only the departure of a snickering old gnome was seen. Could he be the cause of it, and most importantly why?

The decomposing zombies was removed from the farmlands, and a more thorough investigation of the incident was initiated. Little is to be said, but something remain certain, this wouldn't be the last incident of extraordinary events.

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Upon patroling the outskirts of Cordor, Na'yann quickly came to aid the others in putting to rest the undead creatures that had come through the portal. Not understanding everything of the various dialects of common spoken, she tried to make sense of all this. First Amia forest, then suddenly this. Where the two incidents perhap connected?

She was uncertain.

The forest had been cleansed, and due to the portal, she could figure at least that these undeads were not raised in the surrounding area.
However, everything beyond this assumption and the solution to this riddle should, at first, remain a mystery.

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Na'yann - Dark skin, white heart


If you disagree with what Amia actually is, there are enough other servers out there to choose from.

Do not try to change Amia to your personal liking, but change yourself to suit Amia instead.

After piling the corpses in one pile with Raine Swift, Holvin and some man he didn't know, Yudann set the pile on fire and chanted a prayer to Eilistraee. He turned to face Raine and cursed his hatred to undead and their unnatural nature. He then promised to himself he'd find out who this insane gnome was and what was he trying with vegetarian zombies. Having one of the strange devices still in his pack Yudann walked back inside Cordor, thinking hard for the possibilities... Grain eating zombies and a mad gnome... Summoning circles and strange devices...

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In-Game: guano

Hearing about the vegetarian zombies, Estara actually seems a little impressed. She giggles a little and continues on her way, not thinking anything dangerous will come of it.

Seth'rinyon loomed over the logbook and surveyed the results carefully. He had spent many hours in the laboratory, determining anything and everything he could about these mysterious devices.

The results were simple, and expected, but they provided alot of information that he would otherwise not have known in any amount of certainty.

* The devices showed resemblences in both construction and nature.

* They were made from a very simple mettalic substance, cheap and meallable. Clealry the kind of metal used for mass production.

* Most of the metals used were pre-owned, and used. One piece of metal even had "hal9000" inscribed onto it, a very good lead.

* Experimental endeavor determined that the strange tubes contained a substance that alters the way the zombies regenerate their tissue; Instead of magically postponing their decay by devouring brain matter, the vials altered their magical decaying state, to be dependent on crops instead.

It made some sense.

Now all that was left was to gather a party and follow the leads.

Seth'rinyon shut the logbook carefully and placed into his bag of holding, and then walked out into the bustling city in a stride.

Thoramind has taken personal interest in the devices. A few has been brought before him, and personal studies has brought him a few answers.

He sends word to Seth'rinyon to gather the involved adventurers and return to him for a brief discussion before further action is taken.

((Saturday GMT 12:00, I hope that's alright for everyone?))

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<-<-<- Azdanduil Ilistyn ->->->
<-<-<- Malavin ->->->
<-<-<- Galenduil Kil'tlar ->->->