(Breaker Of Things, League Summoner - PoV)

Creepy. The entire area is creepy. Magic scans are getting fucked up results, farmsteads are abandoned, fields half harvested. Yeah, something is up, and we are supposed to find it.

Too many damn rumors, not enough info. Some kinda scarecrow demon or something? Hell of a lot of missing farmers, so the damn thing needs taken care of yesterday. Fuck I hate demons.

Haven't actually seen anything but creepy little shit so far, but whenever we do find it I am sure it will be gross as all fuck. It always is.

I shake my head to try to clear away some of the nastier memories. Even the weaker things can do so much damage to the regular folk.

Be nice to have some heavier hitters just in case, but one full-fledged Summoner is generally more than enough to deal with whatever piss ant demon is eating farmers, and we have a six-man team tonight.

I try to ignore the fact that piss ant demons usually can't rip through entire regions like this thing is doing, and they certainly can't interfere with our scans.

"All right, you know the routine," I tell everyone as we come up on another farmstead, one of the larger ones in the area.

"Keep to pairs, check things out, holler if you see anything unusual. Break The Ice, you're with me. We will see if anyone's home at the main house."

A chorus of affirmatives answer me as we split up.

We trudge through the dirt to the farmhouse, not expecting to find anything but another empty building. The scream as we near puts us on guard.

We quickly glance at each other.

A pair of nods. We are in agreement

I take the lead, shield up, while Ice covers my back. Magic sensors are still fucked, so we have to go in blind. We don't take the door, instead going in Gragas style.

*Crash*

Nothing. The room is empty, not even furniture.

Moving through at speed, we check the ground floor.. Clear, clear, clear. Not a damn thing. Turning back to Ice, I ask if he wants to go high or low first, but he's gone.

What the fuck.

No. No no no, that is fucking bull shit, Ice is not that kind of stupid. We have worked together too many times, he would not wander off on me. We are dealing with something fucking tricky.

"Ice! Man! Where the fuck are you? We got some bullshit going on!" I call out.

"Down here dude! There's some serious shit you gotta see!" I hear back.

I head down to the basement and...fuck.

Well, we found the farmers...of whatever is left of them. It is rather hard to tell which bit originally belonged to which body.

Fucking demons...what a fucking mess.

I try not to even look directly at it and I want to throw up. Doesn't matter how many times I see this kinda shit. I don't know how the older Summoners deal with it. Does it just not phase you after a while?

...

Wait, where the fuck is Ice?

The basement is one room, and he is not here.

...

Fuck! I've been had!

Rushing back up the stairs, I search the rest of the house as quickly as I can.

Nothing, nothing, empty, empty...fuck, come on man, where are you?

The sound of the back door slamming echos through the house.

It could be fucking with me again but I have nothing else to go on.

I head to the kitchen and che...ck.

Fuck.

Ice...man...bro...

He's...he's...here...and there...and...and up there...fuck...

*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*

The sound can be heard behind me quite clearly, in the otherwise quiet house. The sound of wood on wood. Something like a cane, or peg legs, hitting the floor.

It clearly wants me to hear it.

Clenching my fists, I slowly turn around.

It's there in the hallway, waiting.

The Scarecrow.

Glowing red eyes stand out in the darkened house, looking right at me.

"Break! Where'd you go man? I could use some fucking back up here!" it speaks in Ice's panicked voice.

...

...

...

"FUCK YOU!"

I unload everything I have on the miserable fucking monster.

Fuck capping this piece of fucking shit, I want it gone.

Ice was a bro.

The house shatters, splinters flying hundreds of feet in the air, there will be nothing left but a crater if I have any say in the matter!

I don't.

I can feel my shields shatter and my chest cave in as the fucker punts me through the back wall, across a field, through the barn wall, and deep into the barn.

...

...fuck...

...

damnit...

can barely...fucking breath...

...collapsed lung for sure...probably punctured too...

*cough* *cough*

oh fuck that hurts...yeah...plenty of blood there...punctured for sure...

ohhhh fuck...

I retch.

and what the hell is that smell?

Opening my eyes again, I look around the barn, with the moonlight streaming in through the giant fucking hole in the wall.

I am swimming in entrails.

Skinned animals hang from the rafters.

Ah. So that's where the livestock went. But...

Blinking, I look closer.

The rest of my team hangs among them.

...

*cough*

...fuck...

The barn is suddenly filled with the cawing of crows.

I...I can't focus. I can't think

A shadow stretches across the room, drawing my attention towards the hole in the wall.

It is here. The scarecrow stands silhouetted against the moonlight, red eyes glowing.

"Fiddlesticks, End of Men," It intones as it slowly steps towards me, its voice demonic.

I try to crawl backward, slipping in the filth. No, fuck, why?!

Where the fuck are our heavies? This is the sorta bastard the Master Summoners should be dealing with.

"Fiddlesticks, First of Ten," Its red eyes glow with malice.

The crows, they won't stop.

The Scythe rises up above me.

I cast a shield.

The Scythe swings down.


(All Fall Down, League Master Summoner - PoV)

Slowly, carefully, I enter the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

Whew, Twisted P does have some pretty good defenses on her private rooms. It took a little bit of actual effort to bypass them. Good idea on her part, I know some of the others would abuse this for more...questionable reasons.

Not my thing, thankfully. Never mind the fact she would certainly catch those sort of attempts.

Now then...

Stepping forward, I lift the lid of her toilet while taking the pilfered package from my robes.

Carefully pulling the thin plastic tightly across the opening, I smooth it out, ensuring there are no wrinkles or creases to give the game away.

Lowering the lid, I step back to observe my work.

Hmm. Walking back and forth, I make sure to check from various angles.

Perfect. And completely without magic too, she will never see it coming! This will certainly get her panties in a twist, heh heh heh.

Opening the door once more, I carefully make my way back out.