BNN: Crops Rot, Mysterious Magicks Blamed
Malakin Flann Apr 2 2001 1:00PM
I strolled past the Mint of Vesper this evening to see what all the commotion was about. The town crier was spouting out some of the recent news : apparently a farmer from Skara Brae had found his wheat crop rotting in the early morning. Undead creatures, giant serpents and giant spiders were coming through what appeared to be a magic passage in the middle of the field.
I quickly looked for my rune to Skara Brae and chanted “Kal Ort Por”. As I arrived at the farm, I began to see the horror of which the criers spoke. Though we were outnumbered six to one, we began to push back the onslaught. As the hour began to draw late, dread spiders and giant black widows began to pour through this magical passage.
A gathering of warriors and mages caught my attention, and as I walked over to them it appeared the owner of the farm, a simple man by the name of Fremont, was discussing with another man, Patterson, who seemed to be an alchemist. They were discussing the odd formation that the rotting sheaves of wheat made. As Patterson walked close to the center of the field in order to examine the odd magicks at work, he was struck with a heavy dose of poison and died instantly.
I noticed Fremont was most stressed from the events occurring on his farm, and though some of our number tried to placate him, t’was to no avail. Fremont took off sobbing as he saw Patterson’s corpse. A few men followed, but could not keep up with his pace. As I looked around I saw a rather odd dragon flying in from the north - it looked much younger than the dragons I have seen in Destard. However when I ran towards it, what was there was no more.
“Perhaps t’was my mind playing tricks on me.” I thought, and returned to Vesper so I could write down what had transpired. As I write this, the rotten wheat still grows in Patterson’s farm, and the vile magicks are still at work. What could all this mean? Only time will tell.