🧹 The Troubles of a Bog Witch

There was trouble brewing in the bog. Drella stood over her cauldron and admired the boiling broth within. A bog witch is well accustomed to trouble. From curious young ravens who practice their ominous foreshadowing by lingering in the corners of a witch’s vision, to foolish young townsfolk who march off into the wilds to … Continue reading 🧹 The Troubles of a Bog Witch →

Up Round the Chamber of Damned Souls

‘There are snakes in his blood my dear!’ Miska the alchemist danced through the room with a flurry of unexpected jerks and shudders. ‘I see them under the skin, twisting in the veins of this poor lad; Kara om shi-la-la, they simply must be removed’ Her wild eyes widened with unfocused intensity, looking to almost … Continue reading Up Round the Chamber of Damned Souls →

Look o’yer the hill ye’ fool!

The beautiful rolling grass fields of Myrtleford were dappled with an extra lushness after the morning rain. Clouds, still grey overhead, ambled through the sky above the quiet village nestled within the grasslands of Western Stallinger. Waking to the dew of a typical Autumn morning, Captain Roland Longsmithe let out a satisfied yawn and resolved … Continue reading Look o’yer the hill ye’ fool! →