Utterly Mad

Huehuehue. So, this odd sequence of events inspired some silliness from me. Basically, bandit camp had travel blips spread out already, as if something spooked them before I arrived. First thing I encounter is a bunch of zombie turkeys. I make mincemeat of them, while my crippled ally manages to catch up and...bop one with his crutch, before I pulp it. Then the first bandit I see apparently has finally heard about me, and unlike the last bandits I've encountered immediately fires on me. So I kinda just run straight at him and fuck him up.

"Fan out, hold the perimeter! Stink of death's in the air, revenants are afoot!" The bandits scattered, roaming the area around the camp, patrolling for signs of undead wildlife. The first to see anything was a crossbowman, spotting a small number of animals, flesh rotten and torn, seeming to take no notice of the human just within the treeline.

"Found 'em. Naught but some game that's gone bad." called the brigand, knowing at least one other archer was following just within earshot. No danger to them unless they wandered close enough for failing eyes to spot them.

But his attention was soon drawn to something that burst out of the woods, spotting three figures approaching fast. Two he could tell were shorter than a man, vaguely frog-like. Creatures from one of the nearby villages. One had little more that a makeshift crutch in hand, the other wielded what seemed to be a blowgun.

But the third was human in size, appearance obscured by all manner of carved bones, chitin of some sort worked into crude leggings, helm carved from what looked like the skull of a large avian, covering a reptilian snout. With a simple stone spear, this figure rushed in, effortlessly carving a swath through the undead wildlife. The crutch-bearing amphibian was the only other to even reach the fray before the whole flock was put down, impaling some overgrown bird through its nearly skeletal torso, fixing it in place for the reptile to finish it.

"We got savages! Three of them, one of them's...no. It can't be..." The bandit panicked. He'd heard about the two of that went south, stirring up trouble in one of the primitive villages. They never returned. Word went around of someone from a faraway land, clad in the bones and hide of legendary beasts, having swept the whole south of the continent in his hunt.

First sign of civilization the lizardman found in miles, and it had to be on the day a few humans were harassing them. He loosed a quarrel to no effect, the reptilian effortlessly closing the distance, blocking the only other shot he'd manage before he was bowled over. His attempt to raise hue and cry was quickly silenced, run through by a knapped shard of flint on a stick, a primitive weapon that had killed beasts far larger and tougher than him.

The hunt was on.