Wednesday, February 18
And Madness Followed: Prologue
The village of Hallowfeld was cradled in a rustic stretch of farmland, where the rolling hills and tall grasses occasionally gave way to a small hamlet or village.
“You know, we could get there a lot faster if you didn’t have such a problem with horses,” Kham grumbled.
“It’s the other way around,” Sebastian said morosely. “They have a problem with me.”
“Well, whatever. My feet hurt.”
As they entered town, none of the usual sounds associated with a village greeted them. All that remained were a few buildings around what used to be the community center. Many buildings were burnt partially or completely, and terrific bloodstains marred the streets and remaining facades.
Beldin took out his axe and shield. “This looks familiar.”
Kham drew his pistols. “No, THAT looks familiar.” He pointed with one pistol.
A strange and unsettling mark was on one wall of the town’s general store. It was made in yellow paint and depicted a strange rune of three hooked arms around a circle. [MORE]
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