Dance Of The Dead (Ravenloft)
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When the riverboat on which she works as a dancer docks at a zombie-plagued island known as Sourange, Larissa Snowmane must rely on the help of the swamp creatures to save her soul. Original.
board was on the main deck, waving farewell to the hosting town. Slowly but surely, the dock fell away. Larissa always used to enjoy it when the big boat was on the move. The splashing of the paddlewheel, the gentle hum that continually vibrated through the boat—these things had always marked new beginnings for her. Now they heralded only fear. She had only one day left on the elegant vessel; she planned to escape tonight. The trees seemed to hunch over La Demoiselle as the boat steamed its way
Confused, Larissa opened her mouth to ask a question, but the woman impatiently seized her and pulled her beneath the surface. Muddy water filled her open mouth and she coughed, only to have more water pour down her throat. Panic shuddered through her, and she struggled against this mysterious girl who was obviously trying to drown her. The girl did not loosen her hold, only pulled the frantic Larissa down deeper. The dancer's heart thudded and her lungs cried out for oxygen. At last her lungs
emptied of their own accord, and water surged into DANCE OF THE DEAD 143 them. To her absolute shock, Larissa found that she could breathe easily. Utterly baffled, she ceased her struggles, inhaling the water as naturally as a fish would. They were moving at an astonishing speed. She turned to face her rescuer, but could see nothing in the liquid darkness beside her. She could still hear the woman, however, "i am Flowswift," the nereid explained. "Your wicked Dumont has my shawl, and he
to be enough to free her. She glanced up and saw that the hole in the trunk was now moving, like some kind of giant mouth. Trees can't move! Larissa screamed to herself, recalling the foliage that had seemed to close in on the boat's path. But they did, or this one did, and all at once Larissa was filled with a terrible, irrational certainty that she was about to be eaten by a plant. Then there came a noise that was becoming very familiar to the terrified dancer. .. the beating of drums. She
the large blossoms, lowered its slim head, and began to drink. With a suddenness that Larissa wouldn't have thought possible, the blossom snapped closed around the doe. The beast was caught up to its hindquarters. Although it thrashed and kicked, it could not extricate itself from the carnivorous plant. The doe emitted muffled bleating sounds, and Larissa, filled with horror. winced and turned away from the frightful spectacle. Soon, the doe ceased to flail. The plant opened and closed, adjusting