The dark clouds reached Trestlebridge fast, coming from the North and within a few moments they covered the sky and an angry rain started pouring down. It’s drops carried South by the wind where the woodcutters of Bree worked in North Chetwood, along with the growing clouds.
-Let’s go back, it’s going to rain. Said one of the men.
-Not yet. We’ve still time. Said another as he hacked a felled tree.
-I think we out to leave. Said a tall man with blue eyes, brown hair and a clean shaven face to his friend, a shorter man with brown eyes and black hair.
-You’re right. Let’s finish this and we’ll leave then.
The two men set to work faster, thinking of a hot meal and ale and the inn any moment now as they were about to finish. They worked with the big saw together, cutting the logs intently while listening to the conversations around them.
-You know, said another man two rows down, a man from Ost Guruth that I saw today at the Prancing Pony said that there is a strange storm in the Lone-Lands too. I have never heard it rains there! It’s strange!
-Don’t be ridiculous! Said an older man. It doesn’t rain there.
-Now it did they say!
-It doesn’t, shut your mouth and work if you want to leave here anytime soon.
-Of course it’s raining there! How do the trees stay alive then? Called another man next to them and once more they started arguing.
Two hours later
Small rivers of water ran down the streets of Bree and everyone was locked in their homes or at the inn. Only a few guards walked about, dressed with two or three cloaks to protect them against such a rain. Smoke was coming out of all the chimneys and the windows and doors were barred shut. It was all unnatural for everyone. And at midnight it started.
One by one the lamps in the streets started dying out, first at the North and West Gate, then all the rest up to the South Gate. The few guards who saw some of them go out blamed the strong winds that shook the lamps, no one saw that it all happened in an order. A young guard who was at the moment walking up an alley next to the Scholar’s Stair saw the lights of the houses go out one by one, that occurrence reached him and went past him, leaving the young man in total darkness, shivering.
A lightning in the distance revealed hooded figures around him that disappeared as soon as the light died down and the man pulled his club out of his belt and stuck against a wall. Fifteen heartbeats after the thunder reached Bree and his heart shook. The constant water blinded him and he walked along the wall trying to find the post of a door in a desperate attempt to find some cover from the rain.
At the moment of the lightning the watchman outside of the Vault that was under repairs saw a figure run past him but he couldn’t tell if it disappeared or not, if it was due to the darkness or not, or due to his uneasiness. He saw it run towards the alleys and even before he could think about it he heard a scream coming from the Alley parallel to the road he was at. The man threw down one of the cloaks and ran towards the alley he heard it only to see a broken window and a woman who screamed again when she saw him.
-Someone broke my window, help! She shouted and the watchman ran at the door to investigate it.
Two watchers that were standing outside the Prancing Pony saw a figure down the path, at first it was standing under the arch of a house over the street. The Watchmen were on either side of the road, one of them squinted, trying to see better. The figure disappeared and appeared some feet closer but on the other man’s side and the Watcher put his hand on the club, the figure disappeared again. Not it was even closer and on his side. When the Watcher pulled out his club he heard some noises and when he turned right he saw his companion on the ground, he didn’t have time to get surprised. A punch in the stomach made him fold over, then an elbow at the back of his head darkened his eyes.
The patrons of the inn were oblivious of what was happening outside but their uneasiness was equal to those that were outside or alone in their houses. There was no music and the few candles that they had to help them see their tankards were blown over some moments before. A second lightning revealed two figures in front of the door, that disappeared as soon as it became dark again. The thunder that came eleven heartbeats after it found Barliman’s right elbow burning and one of the patron’s head was met with the table. The men at the other tables got up and moved towards the counter where a Dwarf shouted.
-Come and ye’ll taste my steel!
-Ghost! The Inn is haunted! Shouted a Hobbit and made for the door but he couldn’t open it.
A third lightning revealed nothing and for a moment everyone was relieved but just when the thunder died down, nine heartbeats after, one of the beams in front of the counter cracked as if an invisible axe hit it. Three men and the Hobbit hid behind the counter where Barliman retreated in the corner and the Dwarf brought his axe up.
-Come to me if ye are a man ghost! I felled many like you in my d-.
A thump was heard and nothing more. A fourth lightning revealed his dead body in front of the fireplace and bloody footsteps that stopped in the middle of the inn. Seven heartbeats later they heard the thunder after after it a scream.
At the Boar Fountain a merchant was dead, she had two wounds at her stomach and one open where her heart once was. The young watchman found her after he managed to run away from the alleys, what he saw cut made him kneel. Soon his eyes darkened when something heavy landed on the back of his head.
The Watchers on duty at the Jailhouse saw cell doors open, the door opening and closing with awful creaks and saw a figure with long hair that reached its waist walk around.
-Who goes there? Reveal yourself? Shouted the chief watcher but no reply came.
The figure wasn’t there. They saw it again next to the dummies, it looked as if it was touching one. A tall, half-transparent figure with a curved sword. It disappeared from sight with the next lightning and as it did one of the men in the cells choked to death.
The South Gate opened wide and fell and the Watchers guarding it heard countless pairs of hooves pass through it. The lightnings were revealing riders with black armour with bloodstained chain mails. Some of them didn’t have eyes, others didn’t have faces. When the last one passed the hooting of an howl brought a strange peace to the Watchers’ hearts and the rest of the residents of Bree. But the storm had left three dead bodies, many scared, many beaten up and many many damages.
This is an occurrence that happens in Bree for the purposes of our current event. Should anyone want they can RP it happened to their characters too and if they come upon one of our members it can create some RP as it happened to us as well.
