“ The PCs have travelled long and far. As nightfall approaches a mighty storm is unleashed. Luckily there is a lush wood nearby the path.
A good shelter for the rage of the unnamed weather gods it seams at first. As the PCs enter under the roof of this dense wood, they are welcomed by only a few drops wich is allowed trough the thick forest crown. A fire is offcourse required to warm the weary bones of the travellers. As one of the party is set to the task of collecting firewood the others settle down at a suitable location. But alas, they did not know the perils of this forest. But it seems clear to the rest of the party that something ill is at work as the woodcutters scream echo from afar.”
“ When people die of "natural causes" they are not really dead even if you see them in the casket they are still alive in a certain state that they find pleasurable so they pretend to be dead and are laid to rest and rest they do for they are vampires and they will wait in their resting place until the time of their returning to us a pledge has been made with them that if they wait until Christopher Ryan Garrison is one of them for he will not die of natural causes like them they will be nice to them.”
