Toll the bell!
We're going to Hell!
Here we seek the fruit of creation
Bloodstained wine
It sweetens our time
Here we seek the final salvation
(We're gonna go to Hell!)
From what I've heard, it's a pretty cool place
A sea of urine where rats eat your face
A sadist like me can pursue his vocation
I'm going to Hell because I need a vacation
Wil thinks this is a strange bard, but he smiles at him regardless. But he thinks to himself that he would not be good for diplomatic situations or stealth.
As you proceed down the path you begin to see shapes in thee mist once again. Wil you notice the shapes are wolves as one comes close, snapping at you.
Seeing his party mate in trouble, Fully Torqued runs headfirst at the closest wolf but misjudged the distance and starts headbanging violently a full 3 feet from his target.
Your pock marked face makes her sick
As soon as she's in there she's getting the dick
But not from you, from the entire band
So whip out your cock and lay a wad in your hand
As Oderus Urungus finishes his speech, he moves to action and introduces the nearest wold to Unt Lick. Gashing it deeply as Oderus closes in to make sex to the corpse that isn't dead yet.
I can tell they fear us
I can tell they fear us
By the way they fire
By the way they fire
We infiltrate
We wade through hip-deep filth
And then we come at them
From below
Wil, recognizing the dire situation, yells "Run!" As he beats cheeks down the path. The rest of the group, eyes wide in fear, follow close behind. The wolves follow, though never leaving the mist, as it belches forth and a thick fog envelopes the path behind you as you run.
You run down the path through the forest, nearly an hour passes before the trees start to thin and you can see the edge of the forest. The wolves have since retreated into the mist once more. You emerge from the forest and look around.
You find yourselves in a large valley. The mountains surrounding you mostly covered in thick forest. The sky is overcast, with storm clouds in the distance as you hear a faint roll of thunder. You can see the same mist you have encountered pervades everything around. You are in an open field, the path you've been following continues for several miles to a town that rises out iof the fog. High atop a cliff overlooking the town stands a large imposingcastle.
STORM! STORM! STORM! STORM!
STORM IS COMING! STORM IS COMING!
Black void, overload, crest the solar filth
Bringing fire from all quarters, release the dogs of Nebulon
Array the host, the Nekro-Swarm, armored, gleaming humanoid
The chittering mass fills our sensor screen-
drive them back to the void
“The bard is right. We should head into the town. Maybe the townsfolk can tell us more about this fog’s source. Fighting it outright doesn’t seem to be the strategy.”
You're a road kill baby
I scraped you in my arms, ow!
'Nother wattle flappin'
On the old turkey farm
So baby
Baby, quit your crying
Put them clown britches on
While the wheels keep rolling
And another milepost gone
All along on the road behind
Oh can't you hear me calling
Just like the sad whale song
I'm on that road behind
This journey
Without time
Always the beginning
Yet perpetual end
Found we'd never left
This time, a battle un-won
In the center of it again
This time, death is at our command
Returned to our former glory
The never-ending story
The party heads in the direction of the town, and as you near the outskirts you can see in the overcast dusklight tall shapes loom out of the dense fog that surrounds everything. The muddy ground underfoot gives way to slick, wet cobblestones. The tall shapes become recognizable as village dwellings. The windows of each house stare out from pools of blackness. No sound cuts the silence except for mournful sobbing that echoes through the streets from a distance.
As you make your way into town, and the sun setting behind the mountains around you,
a single shaft of light thrusts illumination into the main square, its brightness looking like a solid pillar in the heavy fog. Above the gaping doorway, a sign hangs precariously askew, proclaiming this to be the Blood on the Vine tavern.
Comments
With a nasty habit of getting
The shit - the shit kicked out of him
“Since we can’t go back, let’s go forward.”
He then continues along the path.
We're going to Hell!
Here we seek the fruit of creation
Bloodstained wine
It sweetens our time
Here we seek the final salvation
(We're gonna go to Hell!)
From what I've heard, it's a pretty cool place
A sea of urine where rats eat your face
A sadist like me can pursue his vocation
I'm going to Hell because I need a vacation
You see 3 large wolves.
*Roll Initiative*
Come the carnivore
Now he eats your skin
You can't win
The other two wolves attack Wil as he tries to dodge out of the way but one wolf catches him in the leg and deals 6 dmg to wil.
As soon as she's in there she's getting the dick
But not from you, from the entire band
So whip out your cock and lay a wad in your hand
Didn't have to say please
I'm fuckin' an animal
With Legionnaires' disease
I'm fucking an animal
Damn hard on the knees!
I'm fucking an animal
Animal!
Animal fucker on the loose
Fuckin' an animal
I'll go from dog to goose
Fuckin' an animal
One time I fucked a moose
Fuckin' an animal
Now the animal's in pain
It's in pain, it's in pain, it's in pain, terrible pain
But now it starts to rain
But I'm still the same...
As the dust settles, you hear more howls from the mist as you notice at least a dozen more shapes in the mist.
I can tell they fear us
By the way they fire
By the way they fire
We infiltrate
We wade through hip-deep filth
And then we come at them
From below
You run down the path through the forest, nearly an hour passes before the trees start to thin and you can see the edge of the forest. The wolves have since retreated into the mist once more. You emerge from the forest and look around.
You find yourselves in a large valley. The mountains surrounding you mostly covered in thick forest. The sky is overcast, with storm clouds in the distance as you hear a faint roll of thunder. You can see the same mist you have encountered pervades everything around. You are in an open field, the path you've been following continues for several miles to a town that rises out iof the fog. High atop a cliff overlooking the town stands a large imposingcastle.
STORM IS COMING! STORM IS COMING!
Black void, overload, crest the solar filth
Bringing fire from all quarters, release the dogs of Nebulon
Array the host, the Nekro-Swarm, armored, gleaming humanoid
The chittering mass fills our sensor screen-
drive them back to the void
Wil continues up the path towards the town.
I scraped you in my arms, ow!
'Nother wattle flappin'
On the old turkey farm
So baby
Baby, quit your crying
Put them clown britches on
While the wheels keep rolling
And another milepost gone
All along on the road behind
Oh can't you hear me calling
Just like the sad whale song
I'm on that road behind
Without time
Always the beginning
Yet perpetual end
Found we'd never left
This time, a battle un-won
In the center of it again
This time, death is at our command
Returned to our former glory
The never-ending story
Onward towards the town!
a single shaft of light thrusts illumination into the main square, its brightness looking like a solid pillar in the heavy fog. Above the gaping doorway, a sign hangs precariously askew, proclaiming this to be the Blood on the Vine tavern.
Wil, swings open the door wide and steps into the tavern. He lets go of the door and it swings quickly shut behind him as you hear,
“It is I, Wil the hum...”
And the door slams shut.
Crystal meth in tiny packets
Witches, warlocks, demon seed
Booze and cooze and weed and speed