The Stone Circle

Ok guys lets kickstart this little adventure we have embarked on. First things first. A battle-map for you. 

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Your party travels along the simple dirt track you have followed for the last hour. 

This can't be the way can it?  The merchant you met on the road said the next village was only a mile down the track. Did she play you false?

You taste the tang of salt on the air, you must be near the coast. 

Rounding a bend your party are confronted with a small hill that ends in the steep cliff. You hear the crash and rumble of waves far beneath. Yes, the coast, this can't be right.

Atop the hill stands a number of stone monoliths, crudely carved from rough stone.

You resolve to climb the hill, perhaps you will see the village from its heights. 

Walking up the winding path you traverse worn stone steps embedded into the ground, they clearly saw a lot of use at some time in the past.

After a few hundred heartbeats your party gains the peak and are presented with a stone circle surrounding a large round stone table in the centre. Lichen and moss peppering the ancient stones.

Scanning the horizon you trace the dirt track back to where you left the main road, your eye travels west until it falls upon a small village nestled between a copse of trees.

Curse that merchant, you were on the right track before she sent you astray, not a mile distant. What a damn fool...what game was she playing....

Your right hand suddenly goes cold, pulling your focus from cursing the merchant.

You glance down. Your hand rests upon the surface of the stone table. 

How did you get here? You were standing at the edge of the circle weren't you? Why are you touching the stone?

You tilt your head around to look at your companions. They stand a dozen feet from you concern plastered on their faces. One begins to advance towards you, his hand fixed on the hilt of his sword.

What's got into them? Have they gone mad!? You try to call out but no sound escapes your lips.
You try to pull your hand from the stone but it is stuck fast. By the gods what is happening?

You turn back to the table just in time to see faint blue runes etch themselves around the centre of the stone. What are they!? They were not there before!

The sound of the waves grows in your ears, building to a cacophonous roar threatening to deafen you. Oh gods, please help me, PLEASE! SAVE ME! 

Silence.... a silence like all the world had been snuffed out in an instant.

From your back soft hiss of steel being drawn behind you.

A soft voice whispers in your mind, more beautiful and comforting than any you have heard in your life 
"Kill....them"

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