Chapter 1: New Prospects

[Hungry Xenomorph]

Jimmy takes a deep breath, "When we stepped into the cave, i had a vision." Jimmy rubs the sweat from his brow, "of these things dancing in and out of the stone, and the ravines, but more importantly they had blood on their hands. I have to say, i don't like this."

[RorytheRomulan]

Delton bites the corner of his mouth. "I'd like to come back later, but I don't know if I'll work up the nerve to do so."

He shrugs and relents. "Fine, then. Let's leave this mole tunnel. The tribe might know more anyway. They were both killed by a stab to the heart. My gut says tells me that they were ritual killings in both cases."

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Outvoted! Let's get out of here.

[Hungry Xenomorph]

"Before we go, i think i should leave this here." Says Jimmy as he pulls out the cursed coin, "It's only right that I returned it." He carefully places it by the corpses, and moves towards the cave's opening.

[Vardaen]

There is a scream outside, the scream that sends a chill down your spine. It sounds like someone murdering a cat, or maybe a goat. The ripple effect of that shout and the corpses here are enough to talk you into leaving. Jimmy holds up the strange coin and goes to leave it on the corpse, like an offering, and that's when he notices it. One of corpses has one of these strange coins on its belly button, set there, like one might put on the eyes of a man to pay his fare across the River Styx. So he adds it to the other's belly button.

There is a shout at the entrance tunnel, it is a familiar voice this time, human in nature, "White Man! Time to go!" It would appear your Injun friend is back and calling for you. You don't argue, and make for the tunnel out seeing the back lit form of the Indian from yesterday, in one hand he holds a tomahawk, in the other he's waving you forward to hurry up.

[ManWithDoor]

Tobias isn't one to hesitate when action is needed. He gets back down on his knees and starts shuffling out the wall tunnel, moving as fast as he can to get he hell out.

[RorytheRomulan]

Delton follows quickly behind, rushing in spite of his intrigue over the macabre. He has some questions for their guide.

[Hungry Xenomorph]

Jimmy quickly follows suit, heading towards the tunnel, upon reaching the opening and seeing the Indian speaking Jimmy looks at the man in disbelief. "Are you fucking kidding me? This whole fucking time you spoke english and decided instead to just shout at us in whatever it is that your people speak. I'm done, fuck that coin and fuck this guy, I'm going back to town getting a drink and possibly killed by those god damn brothers we pissed off for this."

[Vardaen]

As you crawl to the exit, the Indian grabs your hands one by one and pulls you out of the entrance. As the last of you clears the exit you hear a terrible noise, a bleating of a goat, but it is terrible and so loud you wonder what sort of beast could call out like that. "What did you do in there?" the red faced man asks as he ushers you toward camp on hurried feet. His eyes scan the horizon and the sky, for the storm that started to roll is has just not arrived.

Its dark out, and you don't know any more if its day or night, but the flash of a bolt of lightning strikes a nearby tree cracking it in half and setting it ablaze. There is a scream from the camp not far, the terrible painful mortal scream of one of the horses. "Too late," curses your Indian companion. He white-knuckles his tomahawk as he slows his approach to the camp.

[ManWithDoor]

"I didn't do anything! We looked around, then returned the Coin back to where it belonged. We tried to put back the evil where it should never have left." Now that they're back in the open, Tobias draws his saber in a sweeping move, then drawing it in tightly in a defensive stance. It looks like their attempts to right the world didn't work.

[Vardaen]

"You did more than that. You disturbed the bodies, yes? Yes?"

His head turns on a swivel looking through the darkness as the rain opens up and begins to pour down into the dry rocky terrain. "Come! Hurry." He leads you back toward the camp, and as another lightning bolt cracks in the distance you swear you see some dark shape on the ridge line hopping and moving toward the group.

The Indian looks terrified, he tries to hide it, but its clear in his eyes that he is scared.

Another cry, an echo this time, two, no three times. Whatever is out there is calling to others, and they are answering. You race into camp to find it trashed, the fire is out from the rain, your tents are slashed and knocked over, and all your supplies are scattered about!