AWKWARD ZOMBIE

Where is everyone?

WAKE UP daisies IT!!

Chill, everyone's got schedules outside of drawing for this thread.

I don't except I have no idea what is going on in my group.

read the recaps :/

We're at the cave already, and Peter is cowering in fear of Decker.

When I do my update, it'll actually be a backtrack from that point, just before we arrive at the cave, in order to reveal my character's background story a little more.

>:T

daisies it Odds! You just ruined my day by posting that!

all in a day's work

I want to throw something at you now.

Where's my silly putty?

:3

in your avatar.


also, i know everyone's busy, but this is going to die without updates

Or just today. Also, I'm reusing an old image that had no real point before. And we're backtracking right now, to those who didn't read that before.















When night fell, the party heard a lovely sound, that of a Mandolin playing, accompanied by a voice that had neither attractive nor undesirable qualities.

Upon searching out the source, the trio ran into the Knight and his horse, sitting, playing a ditty upon the instrument he always carried around, a somber look upon his face.



The Knight smiled sadly in reply and said,



This surprised the friends, and they inquired,



The Knight just smiled and gestured for them to sit down, as he would tell them.

















Now that the Knight had related to them his story, the adventurers weren't sure of how to respond. Though, the tale had shown them the good Knight's intentions for helping them retrieve the key, but now they wondered just how much he knew...











Kudos to whoever can spot the reference...

I guess I'll follow Gig here and do a "The night before" thing.


After Sir Gisalot's tale was finished the others had felt like sharing their stories as well. Squigzog sat back quietly and waited, tuning out most of it because he honestly only saw the living as a distarction at best.

Eventually it came to be his turn and he thought he might as well let them know that he wasn't just some trivial wight that could be beaten with a robust sneeze. He sighed and started with "I used to be a famous adventurer a long time ago. The kind that you hear about who bravely saved villages from hordes of goblins or killed the savage dragons to recover some old toy for a dwarven king. I have done that and more."

"Now a long time ago a sorceror began to grow in power. He was once the counsel of a king but eventually he gained so much power he decided to make a name for himself. Origionally he just decided to put his skills to better use than clairvoyancy to tell the king the tax raise wasn't going to be a good idea. I actually went on adventures with him. His chose to go by a title he made up. The Elderson."

Eventually that power went to his head and he began hording armies of monsters as the evil wizards usually do. Only they began to pose a real threat. Eventually he had actually almost claimed a quarter of the known world at that time. Adventurers from all corners of the world flocked to the old kingdom to aid the armies of the king. A war was waged, you all should know how it went. It was a signifacant moment in history of these lands."

"Eventually the final battle, what we thought was anyways, the sige of the wizard's fortress came about and I volunteered to lead some adventurers that were familiar with him to try and end this without the needless loss of life. This turned out to be a bad idea. He imprisoned us within his magicked halls and broke our wills one by one. He then either killed the ones who refused to join him or... well... he used some of them as a sacrifice to increase his power some how. I'm not entirely sure. I was dead at the time. He killed me first seeing as I was the most dangerous."

"While I was dead, He and his forces managed to hold out for a week until the walls were breached. Then he resurected me and forced me to fight for his side. For some odd reason though when he died I managed to retain my own free will. Usually when necromancers work their minions die when they do. But the point being he cursed me into the existance I have now."

"Since then I have wandered the world, selling my services and experience to the highest bidder. Mostly for trinkets and weapons to help me along with my job, but I have indeed gathered alot of cheddar. There you hae a summary of my life. Now can we move along?"


(Also I did not catch the reference sorry.)

Lol, word filters.

In other news, everyone in our group should do a talking about the past thing. It'd be fun to see what you guys can come up with, and it might get this adventure up and running again.





Also, the reference may be a bit obscure, in a case where you wouldn't expect it to be, so I'm wondering if anyone will be able to pick it out. God, I hope so.

"I guess I have to talk about my past too.


I was born and raised on a small, faraway island, on an ocean beyond these mountains. Nothing nearly as adventurous or interesting as your stories, just some lost kid, I don't know a thing about your spells and magic. Our village mostly sustained ourselves on fish, but an epidemic killed everyone except me.

When I got caught up in this mess, I was looking for the King of the North Sea, a great whale (dare I say narwhal?).

As for the guitar, I found it in a sunken ship not too long ago. I'm not too sure about how it works, but it can affect the weather and reacts to my feelings. The armor at the castle was a weird reaction."