![]() Dismas cursed.Ī farm hand, or what remained of one, moved next. ![]() It grazed the husk’s skin like a lover’s caress, not enough to do damage. He leapt forward, advancing upon their new foes with a deft slice of his dirk, which did not quite hit its mark. Emerging not quite from anywhere at all - just appearing.ĭismas was quick on his feet. It was as though the entire place was being seen through a crystal, the light being filtered through it and the images being distorted. Looking at something from a different angle seemed to change it. Stronger, and as though something was very much not how it should be. The air was different, still unnerving but in a different way now. The others followed shortly after - Reynauld, Junia, and Bigby.īigby passed through the entryway, and it felt like pushing through a veil, something shifting. ![]() “In we go, then.” He said, crouching down and stepping through. If he didn’t think about it too hard.ĭismas was the one to bite the bullet, unsurprisingly. Peering inside the circle, it showed something that was not there, not from any other angle - like a portal. They stood at the entryway, looking into the circular hole in the largest tablet like a window. Candles blazed beside them, and Bigby wondered who had lit them and how long ago. ![]() Jutting out from the ground all along the edge of the farmstead were stone tablets, wards against what had made its home in the farmland. All around them, birch trees twisted upwards, not a leaf on their wiry branches. It was hard to think this was ever, in any way, a prosperous farmstead. The dirt was gray and ashen, with the consistency of particularly thick dust. ![]()
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