Death Comes Knocking
Arian's last accounting. Looking at the group of survivors, the adventurers weren't sure what to do. The vampire and wraith had been turned, but for how long? It was obvious that the villagers would not be able to help in a fight, not even Bruf, for all his blacksmithing muscles. They had to get them out -- and past the ogre. "Mirna, you and the rest, stay behind us. There's an ogre outside the door we need to take care of," said Arian. Mirna nodded, a trace of fear in her eyes. "And," added Arian, "any that can hold a weapon, it wouldn't hurt to be ready, just in case, though we pray it does not come to that." A few of the villagers picked up some of the weapons the skeletons had dropped. All looked scared. Thibault, taking a deep breath and little suspecting what would happen next, opened the door. "Hello Orgry!" he declared. The ogre zombie stood just outside the door, hefting its club and looking as annoyed as something can wh