"It began slowly. Those who left Darkshire after dusk would disappear; weeks later, mutilated corpses began to turn up on the edges of town. wow honor leveling All the victims had died of disembowelment; no other injuries were visible. At first, the corpses were down-played ; fool-hardy citizens had no doubt fallen victim to the dark creatures that inhabited the woods around town. The pragmatic looked upon the events as a culling of the weak. A few even joked about the matter, claiming it would root out incompetence; soon Darkshire would be home to only the strong, the smart, the hardy. The jokes faded away as the deaths continued. Frightened townsfolk swelled the ranks of the Nightwatch, volunteering for the chance to own a few standard-issue weapons. Despite the stricter guard set around town and precautions to be at home after nightfall, the bodies kept appearing. No one claimed responsibility. The poor suffered the most; squatting outside without any shelter, the homeless disappeared one by one. Within a month, the populace was reduced to a miserable, frightened lot. Loud noises made them jump; adventurers who had come to rid Duskwood of its undead plague were viewed with suspicion. The town was caught in the throes of mindless terror. wow level service And the attacks kept coming. Some malevolent intelligence - never seen before - was organizing calculated assaults on the townsfolk. But no one was able to find out who - the murderer, or murderers, had not yet been caught...the mayor had ordered the burning of an old 'witch', but even after her death the killings continued. No one stepped forward to combat the evil; eventually the town dwindled. Buildings were left abandoned; the watch patrolled a smaller area as each day passed, leaving the outer edges of town to the encroaching undead.

((have your char start in or around the Town Hall in Darkshire. I will control NPCs and the 'evil' for this Rp. Have fun.)) " "Mering leaned idly against the Town Hall in Darkshire, surreptitiously obscuring the WANTED posters behind her. wow lvl service She glanced around. No one was watching. Swiftly one of her hands darted up and ripped a poster from the wall. WANTED: Human thief who goes by the name of Mary, height of about 5' 5'' and short-cut brown hair. Armed and dangerous, wanted for stealing from the good citizens of Sentinel Hill. Mering regarded the poster with some disappointment. They'd gotten her name wrong, and even fallen for her dyed hair. She flipped a lock of blond hair over her shoulder, grinning impishly. Then, she placed the poster carefully in her knapsack, along with the four others she had picked up. ""Girly, wotcher think yer playin' at. wow gold "" demanded a gruff voice. A watchman strode over, cudgel in hand. ""I-I was just lookin' here at the posters...ke-keepin' an eye out for evil, mister."" Mering replied nervously, pitching her voice a few octaves above normal. wow power leveling She smiled foolishly. Thankfully she had taken precautions and secreted her wickedly serrated daggers in hidden compartments in her leather armor. She had nothing on her to mark her as evil, or a thief. ""'Nother fool who thinks she's got the guts to be an 'ero, eh. "" the guard snorted, returning to his patrol. Shrugging, the rogue stepped into the Town Hall. There was always money to be had from doing an odd job or two for the Mayor. Always ghouls or skeletons to be culled, or worgen to be put down...Mering looked distastefully at her callused hands. She hated getting them dirty." .

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