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How The DnD Party Survived A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE In The City Of Undead

April 27, 2020 All Things DnD
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How The DnD Party Survived A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE In The City Of Undead
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All Things DnD's Story Dungeon
How The DnD Party Survived A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE In The City Of Undead
Apr 27, 2020
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A city of undead, a player set on revenge and a BBEG going down before the DM even finished their plot arc. Perfect.

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A city of undead, a player set on revenge and a BBEG going down before the DM even finished their plot arc. Perfect.

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Welcome to all things D and D Story Dungeon, where we share amazing Dungeons and Dragons stories with you every two days. Now heading inside the dungeon we have how the party survived a city of death and despair. This story was submitted by reviewer Brian. The campaign took place in a 3.5 slash pathfinder homebrew. This story takes place roughly 10 years ago. I had joined a friend's 3.5 slash Pathfinder campaign. Being a fan of Ember on myself, I chose to play a war forged artifice. Er name McCann ISS. My friend, the D M was running a zombie Apocalypse game Homebrew. The game starts in some large port city. The party consisted of a known source, er slash fighter whose favorite weapon was an iron ball. He would enchant in use a human Paladin, an elven ranger. Ah, half elf, Rogue. All of us started at level three. Most of the party were given a magic weapon to start out with. My character, being a war forged had decided to have a modified arm that contained a crossbow within the forearm and shot bolts out of the palm of the hand. Like most campaigns. We started out in a local tavern. While everyone's getting know each other. Screams erupt from outside. We rush out of the tavern. Define that zombies have started attacking the town in horror. We watched as the group of town watch guards defending the gate get overrun by zombies and ripped apart. More undead started pouring out of the sewers, as well as homes and businesses that, unbeknownst to us, had access to the sewer tunnels below our feet. Role initiative. The Paladin starts slicing through undead with his mighty long sword while bashing others with his shield. The sorcerer lets loose with burning hands and torches. A small group of undead, the Ranger and Ro ger back to back, fending off their own undead mechanics is heavy. Mace glowed brightly with the power of Bain undead, smashing any rotting skill I can reach. Before long, we were forced back into the tavern and had to barricade the doors and windows, knowing it was only a short time before the undead horde broke through our meager blockade. The party and I retreat to the upper floors of the tavern, blocking the stairs with any large, heavy objects. We could find. Once we felt somewhat safe, we decided to make a plan of how to get out of the town alive. That first day was truly horrible. Screams cut through the air. Wails of pain and terror pierced our ears as the undead proceeded to wipe out the inhabitants of the town. It was times like this. I was thankful. I did not sleep. The rest of the party tossed and turned. It was shortly before dawn, when the screams faded to silence with the rising of the sun. The rest of the party that was able to sleep awoke from their restless slumber. I stepped out onto the balcony to check out bad. Our situation had become. Scores of mindless undead roam the street, searching for any survivors they may have missed. The day before, looking across the street, I found a group of frightened people huddled on top of the roof of a nearby establishment. I turned to run back inside when I was thrown off balance and undead had figured out how to climb and jumped onto my back, clawing and biting at May teeth and ragged nails scraping uselessly at my stone and metal body. The rest of the party was standing in shock, unable to help for fear of hurting May. After a moment, I was able to grab ahold of the zombies, tattered clothing and toss it against the wall. Now that I could see my attacker, rage filled my soul. Before me was a young human girl no more than nine or 10 years old. Her once bright blue dress now torn and covered in dried blood, a large chunk of flesh torn from her small neck eyes, now yellowed and putrid, stared back. At May, she charged it May. I was able to grab her by the face that she lunched. It may, with the thought. The crossbows arm snapped open for my forearm, and I released a both her body flew back and hit the wall with a sickening thud. It was then that I made a vow I would end whoever whatever caused this after it was evident the small and dead child was truly no more, we removed her body from where it hung place here inside the fireplace in the room and burned her. Just because she was a zombie didn't mean she deserved a hang like some macabre trophy. Once the grim business of Langer, the rest was done. I in for my fellow party members. The diet spied a group of survivors atop the roof. Across the way, we quickly improvised a plan. We would toss a rope across and make our way to the survivors. After the rogue rolled poorly on their use rope repeatedly the palate and took it upon himself. And with a mighty heave, the grappling hooks sailed through the air and clattered onto the ledge of the roof. The people on the other roof quickly figured out our plan and helped its eye off the robe. Once our end was secure, the party proceeded to make their way across. The nimble Newme ran across the taut line with ease. Next came the rogue. She may not have been able to get the road to the other building on her own, but she nimbly walked it like it was second nature. Up next was the Ranger. Slowly, he walked across, losing his footing and barely catching himself before falling to what surely would have been a horrible death. Then, on our palette in Stern, he elected to hang below by his knee and pull himself across. Finally, it was my turn. Following the Paladins example, I also hooked my knees over the rope and attempted to pull myself across in a similar fashion. About 1/3 of the way across, a loud crack sent a tremor through the rope, and the rope went slack as the wood railing of the balcony, which it was tied off to you gave way. I dropped like a stone into the undead masses. My phone was broken with a sickening cracking of bones as my large metal stone and wooden body came crashing down, now covered in the putrid gore of some freshly crushed undead. Cautiously, I rose to my feet, my hand reaching for my mace, ready to fight. Though the fight never came being covered in the viscera of their crush brethren, the massive undead surrounding me paid me no heed, I guess without a heartbeat and now, smelling of things undead, they either thought I was one of them, or just a gore encrusted statue. Slowly, I made my way to the other building, shouldering my way past the undead. I eventually made it to the building. My little sorcerer friend noticed. I was not being attacked and had the party lower me the rope and helped to pull me up to safety. The small group of survivors consisted of the building's owner, a door vin, blacksmith and merchant, a pair of elderly humans, a rather young Elvin female still decades away from being mature and a couple of town guards. They were clearly scared, tired and hungry. But it's luck would have it. The building we were currently seeking refuge on top of was one of the town's largest general stores. The low our very feet was a veritable cache of supplies and equipment. I, of course, volunteer to go retrieve what I could. And, of course, I agreed to go. Seeing how successful I wasn't making it past the shuffling undead. Just a few minutes prior, before heading down, I quickly infused my trusty mace with another Beynon dead, just in case there was a zombie that decided to see what medal in stone tasted like down the stairs. I went old wood creaking under the weight of my body. If I had needed to breathe, I'm sure I would have been holding my breath after what felt like hours. Even Though it was a span of just a few seconds, I made it down to the second level of the building. Thankfully, this is where the door stored all his extra wears as quietly as a £300 walking statue could. I quickly rummaged through the store of goods, grabbing a few sacks from a nearby shelf. I quickly loaded one with rations and found a couple of kegs filled with water. Then I made my way back to the roof. After depositing my first load on the roof, I went back to see what else I could find. During my second search, I located a small locked chest, giving it a quick shake. I was able to make out the tail tail sounds of glass. Using the butt of my mace, I smashed open the lock. Upon opening the chest, I found a stash of various potions. That was when I heard it, a low half growl, followed by the dragging of a foot on the wooden floor. Before I could react, the undead abomination was on top of May, eyes blank, broken teeth snapping in the air, fingers raking at my face while I held it back with one hand as my other felt about for my mace that had gone skittering across the floor. When the zombie lunch it may left with no choice. I balled up my left hand and hit it with all the strength I could muster. Metal and stone met decaying flesh and bone. The first punch left a large dent on the side of its head. A second blow made it even deeper. By the third, the undead corpse was no longer moving. After shoving it off, May I retrieve my trusty maize and stowed in my belt, Grabbing the chest in both hands, I ran back up the stairs and barricaded the door. In my absence, my party had learned some things from the survivors. For weeks now, prisoners had been taken to the town, keep on Lee to never return rumors of evil rituals and other unholy things that made its way throughout the city. Some say the Lord of the town made a deal with a demon or some other worldly being. One of the two surviving guards confirmed that prisoners had been taken up to the Lord's keep, which is unusual because all executions were performed in the center of town. He spoke of how the Lord and shut himself in his keepers of late. At first, he thought it was due to the unfortunate passing of the Lord's only child. He was murdered by would be cut throats when the Lord refused to pay a ransom. Then the prisoners started being taken there, never to be seen again. Once the town's prison was virtually empty, travelers would go missing in the dead of night from the ends. Near is the key, their belongings left in their rooms, never to be reclaimed. Slowly, the citizens themselves would disappear with wracking sobs. The guard told of his own beloved wife's disappearance a few days prior, his worst fears confirmed. When she reappeared in the basement of their home, she was his wife. No longer but an undead monstrosity. He recounted how he was forced to cut her down with the sword she had gifted him the winter prior. Now, with some semblance of a clue as to where to go next, we started moving from rooftop to rooftop. Sometimes the buildings were close enough together to stepper jump to the next. For others, we had to create bridges using loose planks of wouldn't ropes. By the end of the second day, we had made it roughly halfway to the keep. When the sunset, we decided to camp out for the evening. No sense in risking our lives when we couldn't see in the dark because I didn't need to sleep, I would take most of the watch. It was unsettling to be sitting in the heart of a bustling city as night fell. Normally, the watch would be moving throughout the city torches with spring to life as those responsible would remove their covers, allowing the magical flames to illuminate the encroaching darkness. Not on this night, though. Occasionally I would spy fires come to life on the roofs of buildings in the distance as survivors would make their beds for the night. While my companions slept, I pulled a small block of wood from pouch of my belt. As the undead shuffle in the streets below, I carved a small statue from that block as the morning sun rose. I finished my carving in my three fingered hands to the small girl I had laid to rest the prior day after stealing it away in another pouch I rouse my comrades from their slumber and proceeded to prepare myself and my mind for the coming day. Once the sun and fully risen I was ready. We decided to continue making our way to the key p of the rooftops. Occasionally we would come across another survivor to huddled together, fearing for their lives. We help those we could and send them back the way we had come. More than once. We had to deal with a zombie that was either a survivor that made it to the roof before succumbing to the dreadful disease, or had been stuck up there searching for more victims. We would quickly dispatch them and move on. Seriously, we noticed the closer we got to the keep, the less undead would be seen. By the evening of the third night, we had made it most of the way to the keep. My comrades and I proceed to make camp once again. While they slept, I maintained watch. The roof we were currently making camp on was on a hillside, offering us an elevated view of the town. From my position, I could see more of the city than the night before, though the amount of fires that could be seen didn't come close to the count I had made the previous night. About half past midnight, while the moon was I, I felt it waves of pure evil emanating out from the direction of the keep. With each wave, the undead that were wandering the street below would stir there, moaning, growing louder there, aimless wandering, more purposeful. Before dawn, screams could be heard from where we had been just days before, the rising sun did little to make any of us feel better. Screams, battle cries and the clanging of weapons could be heard in the distance as survivors barely fought off the zombie hordes. How many more the undead claimed? We would never know that we did find that there were no longer any undead in our immediate area, without anymore rooftops Between us and the keep, we decided now was as good a time as any to get back on the ground. As soon as the last member of the party got their feet on the ground, we started to sprint for the keep seriously. Not a single undead was to be found between us and our destination. Once at the gates of the keep. We knew we found what we were looking for. The drawbridge was down, and the port Kelis raised the most that used to be filled with water was now thick and red with blood. Cautiously, we made our way inside party all at the ready. Once inside the main courtyard of the keep, the port colors drops into position. From a balcony, we hear a maniacal laugh. Sound out, fools. You come here seeking salvation, but here you will only find death set a figure clothed in dark robes before any of us could say anything. Doors burst open. Undead strode through. Not the same mindless zombies that we had seen in the town. No, these were more akin to undead champions. Suits of plate filled with the bones of their former owners, now stripped of flesh, an unholy green light emitting from their eyes, swords raised and mocking. Laughter rasped out of their flesh. Lis faces first to make an attack was the little known. His iron sphere, glowing bright, flew from his hands and into the face of the closest on dead night iron met bone with a cracking sound. The Palin was next, laying into his adversary with a mighty swing of his sword while praying to his god with the blinding flashes. Foe was smite it both. Ranger in Rogue engaged their foes in a battle to the death one night, advanced on May, swinging its blade in a wide arc. Raising my off hand, I deflected the blow, leaving a sizable debt in my arms metal and attacked with my own maze, glowing a bright gold with the energy of Beynon debt. The head came crashing down into the night skill, causing the suit of armor to topple into a heap of my feet. Beaten and battered but still alive, we proceeded to make our way inside and up. It was on the top of that keeps tower that we found the so called Lord of the Town. Waiting for us is we came rushing up. He cast hold person on our little group of heroes. Somehow I had managed to make my saving throw while my fellow party members did not recognizing what he was doing. As we came through the doorway, I decided to play along and came to a home with my compatriots. So now what do we have here? The Lord barked out a laugh. A group of heroes here to save the day. I think not. You will not make it out of here alive. I will take my time and make each of you a new undead champion for my army. I plan on cleansing this world of the filth of the living. Not long ago, I was like you ready to help those I need. But as I rose in power, I realized something. Life is meaningless. A virus that seeks to destroy everything. I will remake the world, he cried out, turning his back to us, believing our group to be helpless. He continued to drone on about how many evils he's tried to correct but always failed how the only way to save the world was to destroy it and start a new. It was then, while his back was turned to us, that I made my move. Using the rage I felt for that little girl whose life was stolen from her. I charged and tackled the undead Lord and carried him over the side of the tower with May I bellowed with pure rage and the Lord screamed like a wounded beast. Down we fell me, holding him with one hand as my other continued to pummel his face. The shock of hitting the moat surface briefly separated him for my grip. Half blind and sinking, I was able to grab onto his robes as he tried to escape. From my righteous fury down, I dragged him with May until my feet hit the bottom of the moat with both hands. I pulled them to May. As he struggled to escape. He would not see the light of day. Once my three fingered hands found his neck, I proceeded to ensure this would be his crimson grave. As the last bubble escaped his lips, My rage set, I let go. His body sank further down into the muck. I slowly made my way out. Screams of joy rang out as my head breached the surface. My party members, cheering from the balcony above my D. M. Sat there, speechless. The next words from him or you killed the big, bad evil guy he was supposed to escape, and you were supposed to battle him again. The D M. Then said the undead that he had created stop functioning and all fall to the ground where they were linked to the big bad. As long as he lived, so did they. But with his death there on life had ended. Thanks for listening, Teoh Things D and D Story dungeon. We'd love to have you subscribe and review us on iTunes and Spotify catch our new episode exactly after two days until next time.