Darkest Dungeon - Town in Chaos part 1

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The brigands are swarming everywhere, looting every house, barrel, and building they come across.
The townspeople have fled over the hills, praying that they will have a home to come back to once the smoke abides.
The brigands are cheerful, thinking that they are wolves descending on lambs. But suddenly, the cheers turn into shouts of confusion and pain. Out of an alley steps a masked man, with a fools hat and garbs, his bells jingling as he walks. He stares down the overwhelmed brigands. One of them dash towards the man, swinging his sword. The masked figure deftly leaps to the side, and from his garbs comes a viciously curved sickle - he swings it at blinding speed, gashing the brigand, causing blood to sputter over the street. The screams of pain induces a soft chuckle behind his mask.

The brigands, too shocked by what they just saw to move, finally attacks, but suddenly, a dagger whizzes through the air from the shadows - lodging itself into a musketeer, the brigand slumps over with gargling sounds. Two more daggers finds two more throats, as a pale lady in a long hat and blue, simple robes steps out of the dark. She easily side steps a sword thrusting for her, then draws a pickaxe from her back - she steps away from another swing, then brings the pickaxe around to bury it in the heart of her attacker.

The brigands are rallying to meet the counterattack, but without warning, tentacles appear seemingly out of nowhere, gripping the legs of several bandits. As they struggle to get free, a globe of glass whizzes through the air and shatters next to them, spreading a corrosive acid. Their screams die on their lips as their expressions of fear melts away with the rest of their bodies.

The bandits are converging. In a corner of the street, they see a woman in an armored nun's robe, holding her battle mace high - flares of light seems to focus and shift as injuries on the towns defenders close themselves. She is cornered by the brigands and their bloodhounds, but from an alleyway, a massive man in full armor emerges, wielding a terrifying mace and a broad shield.
They break off to attack him, but he blocks their every attack and forces his way through them to their quarry. As a lumbering taskmaster swings his whip, it is met b the thud of metal - before he can recuperate, the man in armor swings his mace and it meets his head with terrifying force - THE GROUND QUAKES! As the bandit tries to recover, a figure taps his shoulder from behind, and the smell of gunpowder and the sound of a burning fuse is the last thing he hears as a pistol fires straight into his brain. The highwayman have joined the fray.

The brigands realize that they cannot win, and are retreating in force - but their retreat is cut off by a terrifying sight. A man clad entirely in metal, with a terrifying mask, red with brigand blood. He swings a massive greatsword, easily cleaving two brigands in twain with force of impact that sends the brigands reeling - A DEVASTATING BLOW!

They have nowhere to run now. The defenders encircle them, and as the swordsmen form up to defend their musketeers, they suddenly start falling. The bandits spin around to see a barbaric-looking woman in a long fur coat, moving at impossible speed, cutting them up with a long, terrifying glaive - she spins around, faces the bandits, and lets lose a battlecry so terrible that it completely dazes the brigands - AAAHKLORAAAH!!! As she cuts into them together with the other defenders, a terrible voice bellows, commanding the bandits to stand their ground. The bandits leader have entered the scene, bringing with him a great shield and a gigantic barrel of bombs. As the brigands form up behind him, the town defenders does the same, both sides preparing for a final battle...

"many fall in the face of chaos, but not this one, not today"
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A smile spreads across the bandit leader's face as he lights his first bomb. Throwing it, the infernal weapon detonates upon impact, shuddering the few buildings that are still standing, throwing up a cloud of earth, broken wood, and the blood of the fallen that momentarily obscures the vision of all on the battlefield. The defenders of the town scatter as more bombs rain upon them, the brigand leader letting loose a deep, sadistic laugh.

Under the cover of his fire, the brigands under his command renew their assault. Among the defenders, the man with the shield and mace takes point, defending against the barrage of incendiary destruction. The highwayman and the woman with the daggers stand back to back, knife-fighting the brigands who dare to get too close. The fool and the barbarian team together, their blades parting flesh from bone and drawing inordinate levels of blood with every strike. The greatsword wielder cleaves brigands from side to side and up to down, the one with the plague mask lobbing globes of infectious gases that burn the skin and melt the bones of her enemies. However, the brigands are many and the defenders are few, and though the priestess and the occultist use their magicks to cure even the most grievous of wounds, they cannot staunch the flow of their allies' blood forever. As wounds mount, the brigands, like wolves after their prey, sense fear in their enemies and press their advantage.

As all seems lost and the brigand leader readies another bomb, the cry of a hound echoes through the shattered remains of the Hamlet. As all turn their heads to see what the source of this noise is, they see on the far side of the town square a man clad in a gendarme's uniform and holding the leash of a snarling wolfhound. Next to him is a man in leather and scale armour, in one hand a hatchet, a grappling hook in the other, and stun grenades attached to his belt. On his left is a woman of African descent, clad in metal armour and holding a loaded crossbow before her. Closer to the heroes appears a man in crusader's armour. He produces a long piece of parchment and, calling out the brigand leader's name of Vvulf, reads his many crimes aloud before rolling up the parchment, unsheathing a great broadsword, and holding it in a ready position. Seeing this, Vvulf laughs long and richly, followed by a mocking question of if this is all the defenders have.

As he says this, the sound of rattling chains is heard in the square. On the right of the square is a sickly man with an "A" branded on his forehead and heavy iron manacles wrapped across his body. Vvulf and is brigands are incredulous upon seeing this. Vvulf demands to know if they have gone mad thinking that this pathetic excuse of a man is going to save them. Suddenly, the veins on the sickly man's wrists glow with a poisoned green colour. It spreads to his arms and legs, then his neck, then his head.

His pupils obtain the same colour, the rest of the eye turning black as coal with lightning-streaks of bright red shooting in every direction. The manacles that once weighed the man down now clatter, strain, and shatter. His skin turns a dark burgundy and spiraling black goat-horns, immense demonic claws, and long sword-esque teeth sprout from his head, fingertips, and mouth, and his size and bodily mass increases to thrice its normality. The brigands are now staring at a monster, an abomination, poison dripping from its elongated jaws and murder in its soulless eyes.

Vvulf, now more satisfied with the sight before his eyes, lets loose a mighty battle cry before lighting the bomb in his hand. The abomination responds with an animalistic roar the likes of which only a monster of his ferocity and lethality could produce. Vvulf lobbs his bomb at the abomination, who merely swats it aside. Lettling loose another roar, the abomination opens into a gallop, poison sliding off his bladelike teeth, massive claws throwing up dirt with each stride, and his soulless eyes locking on Vvulf. As this happened, the bounty hunter throws his grenades at the brigands, which detonate with a blinding flash. With their enemies momentarily disoriented, all the defenders present launch a counter-offensive, striking at the brigands with renewed vigor.

The battle has begun once more.