Our purpose was to desecrate their animalistic shrines and thus disperse the swine-folk.īut soon we came across an artifact.This was far beyond the crude fetishes crafted by the pig men. I tried to play hero, to buy them a few moments.blew away one of the smaller monsters.last shot.then smashed into the wall.the big one.maybe they made it out. Poor Moira was crushed into a pulp as Therion defended her - he soon lost his arm and his wits left him, “Shambler! Shambler!” he kept shrieking as Raeven yanked him to flee. We were ambushed by strange undulating shapes, 2 small entities that I cannot hope to describe and a third, much larger beast. My fingers are cold… It was no trap, nor raving cultist that sealed my fate. My End - I scrawl this, victim of cruel Fortune, who took me up on my wager for I have lost my lucky coin and I now lie helpless as my blood flows swiftly from my ruined body. The most devout of us, Therion, prayed softly for our safety, superstitious but well intentioned I suppose.ĭay 7 - We tangled with some unruly louts.ĭay 8 - Moira has been afflicted with sickness, it must have been some rotting air from a coffin she insisted on piercing with her spade.Īs terrible as this place is, I know I will not fall for any trap nor crazed idiot. Sleep was difficult until Raeven, one of my companions, passed me a bitter concoction. We all felt it but did our best to shrug it off. I went swiftly to the tavern - others with similar interests had gathered there and I was assembled into an expedition.ĭay 6 - As we travelled from the hamlet, an eerie dread grew. When it revealed its ruined face, I swore had never seen such neglect, some buildings collapsed, and uncaring residents fidgeting uselessly. Ravens carried cryptic notes that there was a person, or persons who was pledging coin for services best left unmentioned in a hamlet I had never heard of.ĭay 4 - The road to this damned hamlet was a tricky one, both to find and to travel. Day 1 - Rare are travellers on the roads this autumn, and rather than starve I pressed my last coin into the hand of one who dealt in rumours and shadows.
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