Haunting Outside the Second Wind

[wangxiuming]

A rumor spreads that the campfire outside the Second Wind Inn has become haunted, which is why ALL THE FREAKING BENCHES HAVE BEEN DESTROYED.

Why a ghost would wreak terrible havoc on helpless wooden patio furniture is beyond even the wisest of sages to guess.

[[DM] Grinning Death]

The campfire crackles sadly, alone.

[BattlePixie]

As the sun began to set on the second wind, a piercing scream shattered its lonely tranquility. In the twilight glow stood a small Hin, beads of sweat ran down her face having just raced the setting sun to perceived safety. Her little fists were clenched into balls and stuffed in front of her eyes, hiding the look of sheer terror on her face. Little Rose looked around nervously, her little fists trembling. The campfire was devoid of a safe crowd of people, and now her favorite hiding spot, a bench that had saved her skittish life more than once, was gone.

"Villains! Specters! vile evil... ooh... of... of... evilness! That's the dastardly menace that murdered my bench!" Rose screamed. "Oh gods! if they got my hiding bench then they can get me! its not safe here anymore!"

With another piercing scream she dashes off down the road, chased by the shadows of evening. Somewhere in the distance a wolf howls.

[wangxiuming]

Some might claim as they pass by the Second Wind camp that they hear whispers of a phantom presence, muttering about the existence of benches. This so-called ghost can also be heard to claim that benches are the bane of all living things, that they use their splinters to infect and corrupt their victims, and that the ghost itself fell prey to their vile trap.

Each time the benches are replaced, they are destroyed.

Other signs of a haunting begin to make themselves clear. The statue outside the inn shows dried bloodstains that seem to leak from the eyes, and someone - or something - has dug words that read: "Benches of Sundren Beware ... Oblivion Awaits" in the dirt around the campfire.

[wangxiuming]

The ghost has not relented in his quest (\\ despite a certain player's inactivity over the last week), continuing to destroy benches with a zealous fervor, sometimes leaving benches smashed in half, other times leaving only ash.

[BattlePixie]

Rose gasps as she runs past the second wind inn "No one is safe! run for your lives!"

[Nyssis]

Something less ethereal seems to have targeted the furniture outside of the Second Wind Inn of late. While people learned in the ghost's rumor expect mysterious shambles and soot, they might be surprised to find that seats have been beaten and battered to bits, and tables are toppled over in rage.

Whoever this vandal is, they are either poorly attempting to mimic the haunting, or these benches are just victims of circumstance as they always have been.

[wangxiuming]

While no one is looking, someone or something has dug words surrounding the campfire that read: "The Benchpocalypse is nigh ... tremble and repent, splintery ones, for your time is coming to an end ..."

[MotherHydra]

Moraelin stands next to the door of the second wind inn, the pyre behind her sizzling in the night, the horses her only witnesses.
She grins.
She hates benches.

[Nyssis]

A similar strain to what recently happened at the Second Wind --- the mimicry of the spectre --- occurred at the campfire a stone's throw inside Aquor's gate just after dawn when Blackwood guards were swapping shifts. The white-and-grey garbed elf that typically stands watch during the eve had since departed, and the gates themselves were left wide ajar with tipped tables and splintered bench fragments everywhere.

Perhaps the vandal is moving on to fresh bench blood after that warning was placed at the inn?