The Warrens
Apr 3, 2019 13:50:45 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2019 13:50:45 GMT -7
The Warrens
The path to the Warrens from the hamlet was a long one. On foot, it would take the party eight hours of walking along the winding roads to the villages farmlands. Mounted it would take half the time. The trip out would be a rough one, what little sleep you wished to grab was not found this evening except for a short nap that Ranzu had happened to find in the ground. As you walked across the warrens you'd see carts that once carried produce destroyed and raided along the roads. Their goods pillaged and some fewer amounts lay scattered on the floor in different stages of freshness and rot. The road was well traveled by all manner of beast and man. Strange hooved tracks seem to cover the areas off the side of the road. Too large to be livestock.
The wind shifted as you got within a few miles of the Warrens, the breeze brought the putrid scent of rotting meat and pig wastes to your attention. In the air, you could hear the guttural screeches of some screaming, braying animals and beasts from deep within the tunnels. As you near, you'd feel the veil shift once more. Your vision would blur and you would hear the voice once again speak.
"The ways and rituals of blood sacrifice are difficult to master. Those from beyond require a physical vessel if they are to make the crossing into our reality. The timing of the chants is imperative - without the proper utterances at precise intervals, the process can fail spectacularly.
My first attempts at summoning were crude and the results, disappointing. I soon found, however, that the type and condition of the host's meat was a critical factor. The best results came from pigs, whose flesh is most like that of man."
Despite the vast flatlands that stretched towards the horizon, there was one large collapsed ruin towards the center of all these farms. Evidence of the ruin approaching could be seen an hours walking distance away from the Warren's entrance. A stone construction that seemed to clash strangely against the green farmland backdrop. The structure was some form of a white stone that seemed nonnative to this area. The style of building was nothing like the manner or the hamlet. It seemed much older, ancient. From where you could see it would appear there was only one way in, and one way out. The animals below choosing to burrow under the farms should the main entrance collapse. A deep dark tunnel that seemed to lead into an underground aqueduct system. There was nothing but darkness ahead of you. You traveled here without purpose for your incursion. But you quickly remembered the captured produce carts. Perhaps stealing them back would help sustain efforts against the darkness?