UP: Great Lakes
Greetings dear readers, I am Cara Newsman, your
combat chronicler here with a ghostly accounting for you. This night I bring you
a chilling tale of undead and the valor of the folk from the town of Moonglow.
While talking with my fellows at the Moonglow Student Hostel, I heard that some
of them would be attending a vigil at the cemetery later in the evening. It
seems the cemetery has had unusual amounts of undead activity of late and the
town felt they needed to take some action. I finished off my dinner and then
grabbed quill and pad and headed south to the cemetery.
When I arrived at the cemetery, there were a goodly number of folk camped around
and in the cemetery preparing for their nightlong vigil. Sprigs of nightshade
adorned the gravesites and there were areas set out with sustenance for those
who were attending. I prowled the area, looking for something news worthy, but
it seemed quiet… all too quiet. The recent rains had made the ground something
of a molasses morass, so folk were moving slowly through the muck. This did not
bode well if trouble sprang from the ground.
As if summoned by my thoughts, the ground split apart and spewed forth wraiths
and specters. Those at the vigil were prepared, though. Flashes of silver shined
in the moonlight and the spirits of the dead were quickly put to rest. As I
wondered if this was the extent of the nights’ danger, a putrid scent came to
me on the wind. Zombies were clawing their way out of the ground around the
edges of the cemetery!
I looked for a corner to tuck myself into, so as to be out of the way and yet
still see most of the cemetery. The people there were chatting rather amiably,
although the complaints about the conditions of the ground abounded. Warriors
and mages slogged through the mud as skeletons rose up and brandished arms. So
far, the undead were not very strong, but that was to change as the vigil wore
About halfway through the vigil, as best I could tell by the moon, the cackle of
a liche split the air. Everyone seemed to freeze for a moment, and then the
defenders of Moonglow gave a howl of their own and lay into the walking dead.
More liches sprang from the earth and as they came forth they summoned up help.
Bone knights and bone mages crunched their way over the ground, churning up the
mud even more. Pockets of fighting began to develop as the undead tried to
separate the defenders.
Along the perimeter of the fence, healers stationed themselves with mages nearby
to help protect them. The cackles of the undead mingled with the moan of the
recently dead as fighters fell to the soulless hoards. It seemed fairly awful,
but the worst was yet to come.
The moon was nearing the horizon; night was at its deepest, when inside the
crypts un-life burst forth. Mummies trailing rotting scraps of cloth dragged
themselves across the yard while liche lords fired off their evil spells.
Flaming bodies ran around screaming, others flailed around in the muddy ground
and dropped dead to continue twitching as life bled from them. The eerie sound
of a nightmare joined the song of the undead. Someone’s pet had turned against
its master and was fighting on the side of the liches. Or perhaps it had been
turned by some evil spell the liche lords were casting.
The slaughter continued until the moon was no longer in the sky. The ground was
slick with mud, blood, bones and bile. A few ravens perched on the crypts as if
observing the carnage of the night. The defenders of Moonglow paused as silence
fell upon the area. Hands were raised to wipe sweat from brows as eyes were cast
around the area to see if friends were still standing or had fallen during the
Another long, stunned moment with no undead sound splitting the night, then
a voice gave rise to a cry, “Victory for Moonglow!” Soon all had taken up
the cry, voices echoing in the night. “Victory for Moonglow!” The
celebratory mood was only slightly dampened as another voice reminded those who
were still standing that there were fallen that needed tending.
The wounded were tended to and the vigil drew to a close as the rosy rays of the
sun colored the eastern sky. The Moonglow defenders slogged their way back to
town, to celebrate or sleep, as each saw fit. Would the undead attacks now
cease? Would peace descend for both the living and the dead who resided in
Moonglow? Only time will tell. I’m Cara Newsman, until next time, may the