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Finally, it was time. I woke late and with a bad hangover on the first day. When I came down, nothing could prepare me for what unholy sights I lay witness to. Strewn all across the floor lay the most disgusting wounds ever imaginable. Wounds that would not stop spewing blood or rot the very flesh and bone of oneself. The tables were now operating tables. Mounds of cut off limbs lay in corners, men maddened by the now unholy cathedral, a church ode to terror.
The demonic dread I felt at that moment was horrible. I left the Inn feeling atrocious. The path that led to the dank lair seemed to be a long one. "Hello there!" someone shouted at me. I turned to see it was another warrior. "Uh hello." I responded. "Are you going in there? Many people have already flooded in. not many made it out. I woke late and now I fear their will be no treasure!" he chortled, but I was not amused. Still, we became quick friends. "So what are you here for? I see that you haven't been inside yet did you wake late too?" "Yes yesterday was umm... frantic."
We stood at the doorway of sanity. Down the dank steps were nightmares that were once unimaginable to us. Next to the church lying in a pool of blood, some not his own, was a townsfolk.
"Please, listen to me..." He moaned. He told us about how Lazarus had betrayed him and several others. "His death will be avenged!"
Those words my friend said stuck with me. As we made our way down, the disgusting rank smell of the dead overwhelmed us. As we reeled from the smell something jumped.
I raised my shield and it hit it hard. I lowered my shield and found a battlefield.
I was at that moment separated from my ally. I swung my sword low and cut through the body of the little monster.
It lay motionless on the floor. I looked up and saw the warriors losing. A skeleton swung at a fighter and decapitated him in one quick motion. Suddenly it came towards me.
It stabbed at me but I quickly blocked it and swung at it with all my might. It crushed trough its collarbone and shattered the demonic being.
I fought on watching as archers filled the zombies with arrows. Slashing trough bodies I followed a group deeper into the church. Down underneath the dank earth in the next level ghastly skeletons fired volleys of arrows fueled by demonic flames.
Clearing the area out only one room remained. Around it there were dozens of bodies of rotting men and women. Some were even completely cleaved in half.
In the room came laughter not of this world. Screams of earthly humans could not have blotted out the monster's laugh no matter how loud it was.
A monk stood guard as a pompous warrior opened the door, confident that his axe would hew the monster into pieces.
The door slammed open and suddenly it all went so quickly I could not comprehend. His arms dropped to the floor as pools of blood formed under the warrior. Then his body was slashed in half and a huge disfigured beast with an axe three times larger than that of the warrior. It was not an axe. It was a butcher's cleaver. It was the Butcher.
Finally, it was time. I woke late and with a bad hangover on the first day. When I came down, nothing could prepare me for what unholy sights I lay witness to. Strewn all across the floor lay the most disgusting wounds ever imaginable. Wounds that would not stop spewing blood or rot the very flesh and bone of oneself. The tables were now operating tables. Mounds of cut off limbs lay in corners, men maddened by the now unholy cathedral, a church ode to terror.
The demonic dread I felt at that moment was horrible. I left the Inn feeling atrocious. The path that led to the dank lair seemed to be a long one. "Hello there!" someone shouted at me. I turned to see it was another warrior. "Uh hello." I responded. "Are you going in there? Many people have already flooded in. not many made it out. I woke late and now I fear their will be no treasure!" he chortled, but I was not amused. Still, we became quick friends. "So what are you here for? I see that you haven't been inside yet did you wake late too?" "Yes yesterday was umm... frantic."
We stood at the doorway of sanity. Down the dank steps were nightmares that were once unimaginable to us. Next to the church lying in a pool of blood, some not his own, was a townsfolk.
"Please, listen to me..." He moaned. He told us about how Lazarus had betrayed him and several others. "His death will be avenged!"
Those words my friend said stuck with me. As we made our way down, the disgusting rank smell of the dead overwhelmed us. As we reeled from the smell something jumped.
I raised my shield and it hit it hard. I lowered my shield and found a battlefield.
I was at that moment separated from my ally. I swung my sword low and cut through the body of the little monster.
It lay motionless on the floor. I looked up and saw the warriors losing. A skeleton swung at a fighter and decapitated him in one quick motion. Suddenly it came towards me.
It stabbed at me but I quickly blocked it and swung at it with all my might. It crushed trough its collarbone and shattered the demonic being.
I fought on watching as archers filled the zombies with arrows. Slashing trough bodies I followed a group deeper into the church. Down underneath the dank earth in the next level ghastly skeletons fired volleys of arrows fueled by demonic flames.
Clearing the area out only one room remained. Around it there were dozens of bodies of rotting men and women. Some were even completely cleaved in half.
In the room came laughter not of this world. Screams of earthly humans could not have blotted out the monster's laugh no matter how loud it was.
A monk stood guard as a pompous warrior opened the door, confident that his axe would hew the monster into pieces.
The door slammed open and suddenly it all went so quickly I could not comprehend. His arms dropped to the floor as pools of blood formed under the warrior. Then his body was slashed in half and a huge disfigured beast with an axe three times larger than that of the warrior. It was not an axe. It was a butcher's cleaver. It was the Butcher.