Finally, a rather broad, though not truly tall creature, barely human in appearance with a ridiculous amount of muscles lifted itself out of the fountain, the faint light of torches giving its skinless flesh a wet appearance, while golden grafts in the naked meat shimmered. After it followed more, all savage, skinless with golden grafts, all with insanity alight in their eyes, some with randomly enlarged arms or fleshy nodules, some even with additional heads, eyes, fanged maws strewn across their mutated bodies.<br/><br/>Only few of them actually carried weapons, shoddy to mediocre swords, axes and maces grabbed in the hands that yet resembled those of a human being.<br/><br/>More and more were crawling out of the well, soon numbering in the dozens, yet silent they kept themselves for now, as twenty of them ran straight to the stables, the whines of horses and other beasts of burden being butchered the first and only warning the guards heard before dozens of aberrations overwhelmed them from behind.<br/><br/>However, they were Hellguards and for hundreds of years those before them had fought these creatures. When the first fell, they screamed and shouted, even as they were being torn apart by ripping claws and teeth they tried to fight back. Less than eight of the guards managed to band together, trying to defend themselves in a quickly-assembled formation on the wall, though their resistance was shortlived, it allowed another to run to the bell, grab the hammer and lift it to strike-<br/><br/>Only for a massively muscled arm, clad in broken, rusted chainmail, which itself was covered in ashes, to effortlessly wrench the man's back, twisting the bone at an unnatural angle, tearing flesh and sundering bone, before another took up the hammer and bashed in the Hellguard's skull, gooey brainmatter and pieces of the bone flying everywhere, much to the delight in the madman's golden eyeballs.<br/><br/>Grinning, strands of ash clinging to the madman, he looked at his work, then the hammer, then the bell. Cackling madly, he slammed the weapon against the latter, again and again with all the might the grotesque muscles could muster, resulting in an ear-shattering alarm that was certain to wake everyone in the outpost from their slumber, yet even this volume incapable of drowning out the madman's thundering laughter.<br/><br/>Finally, with the bell's metal visibly dented, the madman raised the hammer into the night-sky, ash falling from him with every movement as he shouted "BROTHERS! REJOICE! FOR TODAY, WE SHALL FREE YOU FROM YOUR FALSE SANITY!"<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Having not really slept, Morr was the first to rise at the thunderous alert. Grabbing his sword's hilt, he shouted at the others "HELLGUARDS! ASSEMBLE! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!"<br/><br/>Soon, the barracks were filled with the sounds of quickly-thrown-on armor and hastily grabbed weapons.