Friday, March 14
Herald of the Yellow King - Part 2b: The Village of Dunover
As they approached the village, it was clear that all was not well long before they arrived.
A murder or ravens circled overhead in the distance. Strange shapes littered the fields and roadside nearer the village. The ravens were gathered around some of the shapes, working hard to remove strips of flesh.
“Don’t tell me…” said Kham.
Ilmarė blanched. “More dead villagers.”
The villagers all lay dead, each as naked as the day they were born. The bodies were filthy, with mouths, hands, and feet caked with dirt.
Dril hopped down off of his horse. “Strange.”
“Could this get any stranger?” asked Kham. [MORE]
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