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Something I wrote when I was bored...


It was silent, an eerie silent that the mass graves often had surrounding them, despite the spells in place to ward off necromancers.
And it worked, this part of the Empire had not seen any dead rise from their graves in 3 generations, only the very old remembered when it happened.
Sad indeed they were not rid of their other problems, like the Hill Goblins, but Dwarven Mercenaries often took care of them and no one really had to think about it.
Today would change everything for this village.
And it started with the death of Gilbert du Bastonne...

Sunrise, Edgar, the local Blacksmith, had found Gilbert by the shrine of Sigmar in the center of town, his skin torn off and eyes stolen. The town was terrified and sent out for mercenaries, the local sheriffs numbered only 5 men, and there was only a militia of 15 men.
It was only when my sister and I passed the cemetery did we notice something horrific-someone had dug up many of the graves.
It didn't look like from within, someone had actually dug them up and stole the body and coffin.
I began to panic and told Anna to go back to town and inform everyone, mostly so she could get away in case whatever did this, was still here.
I stood still, terrified, but unwilling to leave...Silence...Calm...Until I heard the voices.
"Play with us" they called, singing on the wind.
I saw them climb out of the graves, at first I thought they were children but then I saw their skin was a myriad of patchwork, someone had sewn pieces of skin together on these...things!
"Care for some tea? I know its short notice but I do think you'll enjoy it with us" Another, more stern voice said.
The demon children had surrounded me, and out of the mist, he appeared.
He was shorter then I was, wearing a long, what looked to be a torn cloak. Feathered wings jetted out from his back and he had strange gauntlets on his hands, each finger ending in a sharp point.
"Good to see you John, I was thinking you wouldn't show up" his voice was softer now, almost kind to the ears.
Something tugged on my pants, it was...a doll. As tall as a small child, this one was very human like, but didn't have the patchwork look the others had, it was pale and almost beautiful, wearing a crisp white dress.
She motioned something and vines from the ground began to move, ensnaring my legs and coming together to make a chair which I was pulled into.
"Yes, thats it, mo need to fight, you'll be one of us soon enough...a perfect thing, a great thing...How I have longed for the perfect doll, maybe I have it with this one, but...I think I can do better, surpass what I have made" the man said, walking closer.
He smiled, and seemed to be examining me, the demons around began to laugh.
"They...what are they?!" I managed to shout, too scared to make full sense of anything.
"Why...they're dolls of course!" he replied, grabbing my face.
"Oh yes, yes you'll do just fine!" the man whispered and motioned something, the chair began to move, as if the vines below were a river of snakes.
My heart sank as I saw a door materialize out of nowhere, the doll in the white dress going in first, then the man, As I was about to be pulled in, a bullet hit one of the demonic dolls, and the vines stopped moving.
It was the Dwarves, they had made it first to the graveyard. The vines dispersed and let me go, the dolls rushing at the 4 Dwarves in a frenzy.
Several fell as the dwarves kept using their handguns until the moment they were in arms reach, dropping the guns and attacking with small axes.
"Don't think you can escape so easily" a voice said, I saw it was the doll in the white dress, she smiled and extended a hand, a sword materializing from thin air.
I began to run, trying to reach the dwarves, hoping the dolls wouldn't overtake them. A black shadow loomed overhead, and I saw it was the strange man, his wings had grown to a gigantic size and he was shooting thousands of what seemed like pins at me.
I fell in an open grave and he appeared, looming above me, smiling sadistically.
"Time for you to die, dear me...not even enough time for a cup of tea...oh well...tea can wait!!"
His wings begun to grow until something hit the side of his head, a hammer it looked like.
Gurin stood above the creature's corpse and spat.
"Nice shot" I said, looking at my right arm, which was bleeding heavily.
The dolls were gone in an instant, as was his body.
Something chaotic I thought? Perhaps, Chaos did run rampant, nothing was ever the same after that night...