A Dark Wood

Red Harvest

The blood of our ancestors ran heavy on this soil. Now its time to reap what has been sown.

Red harvest

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The land it did swallow upon itself in mourning and the sky keened. Surrounding farms refused their harvest and the workers of the land lay in misery of what befell the awesome fate of her gracious bounty. Without warning struck down and befouled, without reprise torn asunder.
I hastily write these words in remembrance to the hideous sights beheld. I hope that if any come across this parchment, that signs be posted forevermore warning others of the dangers. Lest I be too late, the Gods pity thy soul!

Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate.
Wilted scenes for us who couldn’t wait.
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead.
Halo of death, all i see is departure.
Mourner’s lament but it’s me who’s to martyr.

Pledge yourself to me,
Never leave me be,
Honor only me,
Given time ends now.

Spirit painted sin,
Embers neath my skin,
Veiled in pale embrace,
Forever my subject shall be your fate.

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Humanoids harry the trade routes, serving a mysterious master known only as “The Lady of the Oak Tree that Burns ”. Plagued by a series of animal mutilations, attacks on farm animals, and herds. A herd guard has disappeared, and a merchant wagon was found abandoned, no trace of either horse or driver. There’s chicken’s, goats, shoats, and a milk cow or two missing. And just recently a couple of farm lads have turned up missing! Something must be done!
The locals are being terrorized and turn to our adventurers to help them where hunters, vigilantes, and soldiers could not. Someone or something is sending the locals a message, and all fear the inevitable — when the gruesome murderer turns on them…


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