LY4
A deep roar beckoned the survivors from their camp. They
hefted their wargear and strode out to face a towering creature armoured in
rusted plates bedecked with flesh-draped lanterns. At their approach, it
unslung the dead remains of its last kill from its shoulders. Its trophy
had been severely butchered and its
natural form was impossible to discern.
The Butcher stood over its prize, axes dripping with blood
and the challenge was clear.
Quinnta broke the silence with her bowstring and a claw-headed
arrow went wide of its mark. The Butcher turned and her lantern exploded with a
blinding light. It wasted no time and was upon them; kicking, hacking, hewing
in an unstoppable fury. Despite Pontius' ministrations, the blood flowed and no
one was spared. The settlement's most veteran survivor, Zira, bled out
following two double axe swipes to the chest.
It roared its supremacy and drove the survivors back, their
minds reeling and pushed over the edge of sanity. The Butcher knelt and carved
Zira's face from her skull; another trophy for its belt.
Freda quaffed her testicle brew and countered. As the
Butcher rose, it was met by her great sword and forced to retake a knee. Freda's
frenzy was unrelenting and with a final strike, the Butcher exploded,
scattering viscera and trophy lanterns in all directions.
Returning victorious, the settlement dined on Zira's corpse.
Still nursing the after effects of her potion, Freda tripped on her lantern;
exploding it in her face. Permanently disfigured, she was dubbed "Freda
the Dingle Fool of the Lantern" and exiled to make room for a more capable
survivor; Quinnta's expected baby. However, the omens were ill and Quinnta and
the baby were lost in childbirth; reducing the settlement to six members.
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