Three or four times a year the D&D clubs set out to enjoy a weekend
roleplaying in the countryside. This will be their last outing.
We watch as everything goes terribly awry!
Devin hurried up the muddy path, eager to get to his hiding place near the road to the "Town" which should give him an upper hand with the opposing team as they passed by. If he played it right, sh should be able to sneak up behind his brother Darrin with his "Magic Crossbow" and capture him early.
Only a short distance away now.
"Where is that fallen tree?" he muttered, looking for the near perfect hiding place just ahead.
"Unghhh!" He gasped, as the first arrow struck him in his abdomen, low and to the right.
"What the hell!" he yelled "Look out, you just shot me for real!" "Help!"
Blood spurted from the wound as he stood, looking in amazement at the shaft in his gut. He looked at the fletching and wondered why he didn't recognize the pattern. It might not be his brother's arrow after all.
"Hey! Come on out. Time out," he yelled, "Wounded player here." "I need a Doctor."
"Unghhhhh!" This arrow arrived with deadly accuracy. Falling to the ground he scanned the forest ahead and still could not see who had shot him. His heart now mortally wounded, strained to move his blood through his body but only succeeded in filling his chest with the vital red fluid.
Looking down at his bloodstained boots he had little time to respond as he started to see someone coming toward him. Started, but the curtain had fallen on the final act of his part of the play.Killed from Behind
After we found Devin, We found Darrin nearby at the base of two trees. He has been shot from behind, once in the leg and once between the shoulders. If there is any consolation, the second arrow was probably the bearer of a swift death, whether because of luck or skill we had no way of knowing, but it pierced his heart through and protruded out through his chestSpeared
They had found Darrin slumped at the base of a pair of trees. The sight of his body, covered with blood pierced through with a pair of arrows haunted his mind. The crossbow was a prop, a toy! It couldnt hurt anyone, The bolts were rubber tipped, like Greg' sword. Blunt edged for D&D swordplay. Nothing else.
Greg was hurrying back to the car to drive somewhere that his cell phone would work while Myles, Jason and Rick waited with Darrin's body. His only warning came as the spear slammed into his back knocking him on his face on the ground. He could only manage shallow breaths with the huge spearpoint through his diaphragm. He could hear footsteps in the leaves as his attacker approached.
"Help me..." Greg pleaded hoarsely, "Help. . ."
A wave of pain rippled through his body as strong hands gripped the spear handle. Taking a deep breath, the attacker drove the spearpoint the rest of the way through Greg's body. The spear blade squeaked against leather as it was driven relentlessly inward, tearing through flesh and bone, scraping on rock as the point burrowed into the ground under his chest by most of it's foot-long length The warm sensation of blood running down his back and the eerie silence of the forest soon melted into silence as the killers footsteps turned back toward the others.
Myles stabbed with Greg's sword.
Worried about leaving his brother Greg alone in the woods with a killer on the loose, Myles hurried back toward the car, hoping to catch Greg before he left to try to call for help. Spotting a dark form on the ground, he recognized the still form as his brother, now staked to the ground with the thick shaft of the spear standing nearly shoulder high to him as he now stared in disbelief.
"Oh God no!" he said as the tears welled up in his eyes. Turning back up the path he started running back to warn Rick and Jason. Looking over his shoulder, he didn't see the fierce form that stepped into the path as he ran. Unable to stop, he ran full force into the point of Greg's sword as the killer drove it into him with a powerful thrust. The dull blade only needed the momentum to do the job of one that may have been much sharper.
Standing, staring into his killer's eyes, mouth open but mute, he looked down at the handle sticking out of his chest and toppled face first into the grass.
Armed now with Myles' sword the killer headed back down the wooded path.
Jason had begun to worry as Myles and Greg had been gone for a long time and no help seemed to be coming. Telling Rick to find a safe place out of sight, he was going to see if Rick's car had left yet. Heading back down the path, it wasn't long before he found Myles' body, sword sticking up through his back, and a short distance farther away he found Greg with a huge spear through his body. The warm rain had stopped but the sun didn't warm him much as he arrived at the cars. Trying the doors he found all three locked and he had no keys.
"What the hell you doing there?" the deep husky voice almost growled behind him.
"I, uh, we need help." he stammered.
"You know those dead boys back there?"
A chilling sensation ran up his spine. "This guy's going to kill me next." he thought.
"Uh, Yeah, They were my friends." he said softly.
"Come on back to my house and we can call the sheriff from there." He offered, his voice softened a little.
"It's just over this ridge." he said stepping out of the brush into the opening where they had parked.
"You need some dry clothes to*Unngh*"
The bushes behind him seemed to explode as a towering figure drove his body into the stranger making him topple into the puddle at the edge of the clearing.
Before he could get to his feet the huge figure grabbed him by the throat and drove a sword through his gut. Jason saw the bloody blade emerge from the guy's back.
The killer let him go and stood snickering at Jason as the stranger dropped to his knees and toppled face first into the muddy water. He would drown if the sword didn't kill him first. "He needs help" Jason thought, stunned and frozen in place.Jason suddenly came out of his stunned shock and turned away, running from the gruesome scene behind him, hoping to find help somewhere, anywhere.
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Pascal
Unaware that there was a dangerous killer in the woods, Pascal did not even hear the first arrow strike the ground behind him. He was not so fortunate however, with the second shot.
Skinny Dipper Tim
"Meet you at the pond, we can go skinny dipping. Hurry, I'll be in the water." Tim said into his small 2 way radio.
"Ten-four, Tim. I'll be there in a couple of minutes." Kelly Responded. Tim stuffed the radio into his backpack and started undressing. In a few seconds he was standing on the low dock, buck naked, getting ready to dive in for a quick swim and looking forward to an afternoon of fun while the others did their thing with the Dungeons and Dragons game. They would be a couple of mermen in the game but they really just wanted to swim and play together. Mermen were not very friendly to land dwellers, and they preferred to hide rather than reveal themselves, so they would likely be left mostly alone.
Standing on the Dock, Tim looked down at his half stiff cock, anticipating Kelly's arrival. He had plans for their time together in the warm water this afternoon.
"Hurry up, Dammit." he muttered as he prepared to dive into the water.
"Unhhh!"
The well aimed arrow penetrated his heart from behind. Tim jerked with pain and shock and toppled over face down into the pond. He slowly floated away from the dock and began to sink below the surface. Soon he was only a vague shape barely visible from the dock as the serene waters wrapped his body in a fluid grave.
Skinny Dipper Kelly
Kelly hurried to the dock. Tim's backpack, clothes and shoes sat neatly placed on the ground near the dock. Kelly quickly stripped off his clothes and put them next to Tim's and he headed to the water.
"Tim?" he called. "Tim? Where are you?" he called. Figuring the Tim was hiding and would try to surprise him as he swam around in the pond, he grinned and grabbed his cock. "I've brought you something..." He said, pulling his meat up for inspection...
"Come and get *Unhhhhggghh*"
The same expert shot, piercing his heart through, Kelly staggered forward and toppled into the water. His body jerked several times as he lost consciousness and inhaled lungs full of water. His body briefly floated out toward the center of the pond and slowly sank beneath the surface, coming to rest against Tim's still form on the bottom. The two would rest together here for days, until search teams finally discover their fate and pull them from the watery bed of rest.
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Man! I always heard that playing D&D could be deadly. As each player came to the end of his game, I couldn't help but hear faintly at the back of my mind, Freddy Mercury singing "And another one bites the dust..."
ReplyDeleteWay to go, Kyle, and many thanks!
Mark
yay nudity!
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