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    This roleplay is rated M for the following: Possible Violence, Possible Language, Possible Blood and Gore, Possible Alcohol Usage, Potential Sexual or Suggestive Themes





    The Crafters
    and
    the Black Veil

    {IC}






    The Land of Valmaperä







    Just as the sand made everything round.

    Just as the tar seeps up from the ground.

    Bitter dancer

    Ever turning

    So was the day that you came to town.







    Spruce
    Spruce
    Fir
    Pine

    Spruce
    Spruce
    Fir
    Pine

    All sick.

    She knew the pattern well. She could see it without even looking. But then, she ought to know it she supposed, for she did plant it after all. Sabyne and Pascha Bader waded through the woods that bordered the village of Bebouwen to the east. The place was dark and gloomy, unlike its usual green and fertile self. This was meant to be their turf, their land. And yet Sabyne couldn't help but feel like a stranger within her own forrest. Their strides squelched through what was either thick black mud or some strange sticky sort of tar, she couldn't quite tell which. And a foul rotting sort of smell lingered and hovered uncomfortably in the air.

    They were looking for healthy trees. A increasingly difficult task these days. In a last ditch attempt, Sab and Pas were hoping to find any signs of life in their once thriving forrest. For despite all their begging and pleading, Mother and Father Bader had finally decided it would be best to leave Bebouwen. For once, Sabyne and her older brother were united in a opinion, that opinion being that leaving Bebouwen would be an awful, awful thing. She didn't know why he was similarly passionate about staying, and truthfully she didn't care that much to know, but Sab appreciated the camaraderie that had formed between the two during what seemed would be these final days.

    They walked mostly in silence, despite his efforts.

    Pas continued to try sparking a conversation, but Sabyne wasn't particularly in the mood for talking. Nonetheless however, he went ahead and spoke for the both of them anyway.

    "... Honestly Bean, dead sturdy they are. And as thick as anything, with these big big round boughs. And they..."

    He was talking about trees. Or was he describing women? She couldn't really tell, she'd tuned him mostly out in all honesty. In an attempt to evade his ventures into the lands of discussion, Sabyne had kept her eyes to the ground, furiously trying to interest herself in the rotted leaves instead of his similarly feeble chattering. Goodness, that leaf looked funny. It was covered in a weird-

    Wait a minute.

    Her arm shot out faster than her thoughts, stopping Pas dead in his tracks. For the two were suddenly immersed from the knee down within a thick inky black fog. And it was creeping and growing ever closer. Sabyne could swear it was hissing, she just didn't hope it was at them. Pascha let out an audible shout of horror.

    "AUGH!! OH FUCK THIS. I CAN TAKE SOME FUNNY LOOKING TREES. BUT THIS? FUCK THIS, C'MON BEAN."

    He grabbed her arm roughly and began to haul her back towards the village. But Sabyne pulled herself free of his grasp, a considerable achievement considering both Pas's height and weight.

    "NO. NOT HERE. NOT HERE TOO."

    Eyes darted hither and dither frantically, until she spotted a Pine that still looked healthy and sturdy enough. Practically throwing herself at the thing, Sab began frenziedly climbing. Whatever Pascha called out after her went unheard. Chunks of dead and decayed bark fell to the ground below as she ascended upwards, higher and higher, bursting through the canopy. It had only taken her about a minute to climb the Pine, but she was rather well practiced she supposed.

    It felt like the wind nearly scalped her when she finally emerged through the canopy it was so strong. It roared in her ears and sent her hair cascading around her wildly. She could have sworn even her bones chattered with the chill it sent through them. Gritting her teeth she persevered, squinting against the gale as best she could. Despite the wind, the fog stretched out all the way to Lake Nådig, which she knew for a fact was at least twelve miles away from where she stood at that very moment.

    Sabyne's heart sank faster than the tree she stood atop.




    By the time the girl reached her home she was coughing quite a bit, and a nasty grey looking rash covered her hands and lower legs. Her Mother was ever despondent as she cleaned the infected skin. Pascha stood leaning against the hearth, giving her an annoyingly smug 'I-told-you-so' sort of look that she wanted to smack right off of him. Huldra sat whittling, neither disapproving of her younger sisters actions nor defending them either. Nisser was, as he always and would forever remain, as gormless and tactless as ever. And Father was predictably annoyed. He was giving her his fifth lecture of the day now, and she had a feeling it wouldn't be the last.

    "You're foolish Sabyne. Stubborn and stupid! Honestly! what good did you even possibly think could come of such a thing?!"

    Sabyne didn't look at him when she spoke, didn't look at any of them. Why should she. Instead she spoke to the fire, quiet and un-feelingly.

    "I wanted to look because I didn't want it to be true."

    "OH WELL THEN. THAT MAKES IT PERFECTLY ALRIGHT DOESN'T IT? CLEARLY, I'M BEING THE IGNORANT ONE HERE!"

    Sabyne frowned into the fire. Her Father just sighed.

    "Fuck it... We'll be off tomorrow anyway. No more arguments! We can reach Fredlig by first snow and be in time for the Solstice."

    Pascha pushed himself off from the wall with a start, and he stormed off into the room he shared with Nisser. The slamming of the door cracked the plaster around the doorframe as he went. Father just growled.

    "SABYNE. GO AND SEE THAT BLOODY WITCH. I SAW HER GATHERING LEMON THYME YESTERDAY AND ONE OF HER LOT SHOULD SELL IT CHEAP IF SHE'S ANY SENSE. THOSE LEGS NEED TO BE HEALED BY TOMORROW GIRL BECAUSE I TELL YOU NOW, I'M NOT BLOODY CARRYING YOU!"


    She stood then, swiftly. The bowl of water her mother had been using to cleanse her skin fell to the floor with a clatter, the contents spilling and dampening the woollen rugs. Her Mother frowned silently at the action. Sabyne was apparently near tipping point,

    "OH! So she's not good enough to eat at our table with us, but we can buy her cheap herbs anytime can we?!"

    She would have said more it seemed, but her Father proceeded to push her out of the door and into the cold evening air before she could even further open her mouth.




    It was dusk. The Sun should have just been about to disappear behind the horizon, however it was hard to tell that particular evening. Despite its attempts to occasionally peek and poke through the thick blanket of grey-blue clouds, the effort was mostly in vain. Sabyne had a feeling it would rain soon, the sky just had that sort of look about it. She walked on a little bit faster.

    The Witch- Ruvsa, lived right on the opposite side of the village to the Bader cabin. Sabyne wasn't too annoyed at that though, she figured the walk would give her time to clear her head. As one might imagine, the aura and general atmosphere of a soon to be ghost town isn't really the most positive one. And all of the few remaining villagers of Bebouwen seemed to be accurately depressed and generically miserable. However, every person Sab passed, few that there were, seemed to send her a particularly disapproving frown in terms of greeting. She knew exactly why they were all doing this of course.

    The gloom had first appeared in Valmaperä on the day of her twenty second birthday. And some of the more exceptionally superstitious members of the village (a.k.a. everyone) had formulated that obviously, that must make her the direct and singular cause for all of this misery. Honestly, what nonsense. She was nearing the outskirts of the village now, and more specifically Sabyne was strolling past the Odlare farm. Mrs. O was out digging in the garden now. Never one to break the mould, she too purposefully stopped what she was doing just to shoot a resentful glare Sabynes way.

    She stared right back,

    "WHAT DORIS? LOOK, I DIDN'T RUIN YOUR CABBAGES ALRIGHT. YOUR HUSBAND'S PISS POOR FARMING MANAGED THAT ONE,"

    She scarpered away around the corner before the trowel actually managed to hit her on the head.

    The Soma's residence was in sight now. Just a few steps away even. Sabyne wasn't too sure if the walk had in fact calmed her down all that much. But she was certain of one thing. There now rested a uneasy nervous sort of feeling in her stomach. For it had only just dawned upon her that she had actually never talked to this so called Witch on her own. It'd always been her Mother throwing curses over her shoulder or Huldra buying obscure herbs in quick almost silent exchanges. But her, little old bean? Never spoken to the woman.

    Oh well, there's a first time for everything she supposed.

    I wonder if she could actually turn people into frogs and stuff.

    Cautiously, Sabyne knocked upon the door.

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    The Soma ghettos of Bebouwen consisted mainly of the abandoned homes and buildings left behind by those who had either left town or died out from the ravages of the Gloom, which as of now was more than enough to shelter all of the refugees thus far. The peaceful coexistence between the Soma and the townsfolk largely depended on the former not being a burden on the latter, especially now that Bebouwen was falling into utter ruin as it was. Consequently, the Soma refugees hadn't fully integrated into Bebouwen just yet, but their general willingness to keep the peace and be helpful neighbors in these troubled times made them at least tolerable in the eyes of the locals, despite the occasional culture clash. Perhaps the two groups might even migrate together when survival in Bebouwen was no longer possible, which at this rate was sure to happen any day now.

    Such was the mood when Sabyne approached. The refugees she passed by were very careful to avoid saying or doing anything that could potentially provoke hostility on either side, but offered welcoming gestures to Sabyne nonetheless. Ruvsa, upon opening the door, was more or less the same, nodding politely to Sabyne and taking care not to do anything that might scare the older girl away.

    "Good evening. How can I help you?" Ruvsa said a bit awkwardly. She was more or less adjusting to interacting with Valmaperän visitors on a semi-regular basis following her arrival here, though her knowledge of the Valmaperän language was not quite fluent. However, the sickly rashes on Sabyne's skin quickly answered Ruvsa's question for her.

    "Would you like to come in?" Ruvsa asked, stepping aside for Sabyne to enter if she so chose.
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    Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock…

    Fwoosh...crackle…

    His eyes were so intent on his project. He had spent days working on just this. His master had granted him some free time but he knew if results did not produce soon they would need to bench it. They had more important things to do at this point then experiment. He just could not bring himself to abandon this project though…

    Tick...Tock...and…?

    Pop, pop, pop, pop…

    He sat back in his chair...he looked dumbfounded…

    As he turned he looked towards the door and saw his master grinning. “You finally got it to work? Did you…?” The boy or man depending on who you were gave him a smile. He nodded and slowly a laugh started to go out. They both started to chuckle a bit. “I’ll need to mess with the timing of it...but roughly speaking it works. If people cannot afford a clock or pocket watch and need to tell time in places hidden from the sun this should work out well.” He smiled and licked his fingers and quickly snuffed out the candle flames.

    He blinked and suddenly pulled his head backwards. He rubbed his eyes at the stinging. How long had it been since he last blinked. “His master came up and put a hand on his shoulder. “Alright boy now it’s time to make some deliveries. You need some fresh air…” He looked sullen but then perked right up.

    He got up and went to grab the packages. He noticed there were three or four and he looked confused. The old man shrugged and said, “Three of these are going away presents and the last is for the herb lady on the other side of town.” He gave a sad smile. People really were leaving this area and he did not bother to ask what they were going to do with the store. He was too scared to ask the bigger questions...like he always was. Keep moving and keep working never deal with your baggage right young Sivil, he thought to himself.

    -------------------------------------------

    Three packages down and one to go. As he went through the town he waved occasionally. Most people just nodded but it was rare he would get a smile back. People were so downtrodden that he felt a need to be a happy light for these people. Maybe it was stupid but just getting one small smile made the world just a little better. Hence why before he left he had made some treats. He always walked around with some free sweets. To call them sweets was an overstatement but still it took him a long time to make something that cause people to grin happily as they ate them. Soft bakery goods were hard to make and took skill. He thought back to the children at the church where he grew up...those smiles…

    He seemed to be in a better mood then Mrs. O. This lady always seemed to be in a bad mood but today she seemed exceptionally mad. As he walked by he tried to smile and tip his hat and say, “Evenin Mrs. O, Lovely d…” She gave him a look that quickly told him to shut his mouth and quickly moved out of her way.

    Ahh...yes quite…

    She was immune to any charms it made him wonder how anyone got to marrin her. Had this women ever been happy?

    Either way as he made his way to Soma’s house he was two people in the doorway. One he recognized immediately and the girl he had to pause and think...he felt like he should know...damn it all.

    As he walked up he sort of waited and then moved towards the doorstep. He knew it might be rude but he smiled his usual smile and said, “Top o the evenin to yea ladies!” He had no idea why he talked so seriously and formally to his master and then so much...less so in public. He figured it had something to do with getting chastised as a kid for talking like a smart...well.

    “I hav a delivery for yea.” He looked between then and noticed a pause and then he forgot that he was supposed to actually give the delivery.

    “Ahh...Sorry Ruvsa. I have the candles you asked for and I also…” He put the basket of candles on the floor near her and then a smaller package. “A bit a sweets for your tooth.” He often used baked goods to pass over any negativity and it worked a hell of a lot better on lasses than lads. He passed for a moment and said, “The candles you already paid for but the baked goods are on the house. Me and my master wanted to make sure you knew we appreciated the business.”

    He broke out into a nervous and smile and made sure to look at the girl and give her a nod. Sivil was nice to everyone no matter where they came from. He had a small reputation as being the man who always smiled. Some found it creepy but he always stopped to talk to anyone willing. Sometimes that was abused but he would do it all the time. Nothing brought him more joy than seein people slightly better off after meetin him.
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    He remembered how Bebouwen was before the Gloom started to bring upon the destruction of the once thriving society of the settlement. Men, women and children were across the streets, going by their daily as if nothing have happened - as if the gods are protecting them from the darkness beyond. By the time the news of the Gloom reached Bebouwen, the rest of Ragnvald's family decided to leave with the rest of those who are marching outside of the small town.

    As he arrived in Bebouwen, there was nothing but the silence that greeted him. The sound of rustling leaves were almost like ghosts that whispered of their past and the fog obscured much of his vision. He didn't bring much with him, save for the little food he had for his journey to the town. A foul stench lingered in the air, one that smell of rotting flesh and mixed with others that only made it worse. He covered his nose, though he wanted to vomit due to the damnable smell as he tread through the abandoned streets of Bebouwen. Nevertheless, he made his way through the streets and attempted to head towards the Soma residence.

    Ragnvald looked around and finds the witch's house. He somehow remembered her during his time staying in the capital with his master. Perhaps she have forgotten him as it has been a while since he had met Ruvsa. Well, if he wished to find some ailments for any future diseases that would make him go through hell, it's probably the best place to find one. He knocked on the door and entered, "Greetings," he greeted, keeping his voice as he heard others inside and dared not to interrupt their conversation.
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    Sabyne wasn't expecting her to open the door as quickly as she did. The girl jumped ever so slightly, mind too far gone in daydreams of magic and witches. Speaking of which...

    She couldn't stop her eyes from wandering, she didn't even dare try truth be told. Her curiosity was too great a match for her. Sabyne tried to take in all that she could through the small gap in the open doorway. For she still wasn't completely sure what to expect from a Soma house, never-mind a Soma Witches house. Maybe if she looked hard enough, she'd spot a familiar, or a black cauldron, or a disembodied hand or something.

    Oh. Everything looked pretty plain really.
    Well. That certainly wasn't hat she expected.

    What technically defined a witch anyway? The term felt a little overused these days in her personal opinion. For to her, a witch implied magic and sorcery and all of that fun stuff. But from what she could see of Ruvsa's cabin, everything looked completely averagely normal (Save for the odd exotic plant here and there maybe). Now that she thought about it, if Ruvsa maybe perhaps wasn't a witch after all, then what did she do?

    Sabyne had seen and heard enough of the Soma around town to know her name. But in consideration, she didn't really know that much else about her after all. Gosh. That made her feel a little bad now actually. She supposed she hadn't really put any effort in to make herself appear friendly to the woman. She went to rub at her arm in awkward anxiety, but her hand instinctively flinched back and recoiled from the reddened skin.

    "Ow,"

    Oh yeah, that's why she was here. Sab cleared her throat and sort of thrust her arm out a little toward the woman (which in hindsight was a strange and ultimately even more awkward thing to do but it was too late now I suppose).

    "I got this from the fogs in the wood. Mum's cleaned it as best she can, but Dad said I should come and see you to double check it's ok,"

    She decided to tell a small fib instead of explain why her Dad actually wanted her out of the house.

    A thought suddenly crossed her mind.

    "I can pay you, of course."

    Before a response could be delivered, a man approached their little encounter and only proceeded to add to Sabyne's discomfort by apparently having a pre-existing and relatively friendly relationship with the Soma. Sab took a small step back from the conversation. She couldn't help but feel like she was intruding. Despite her increasing embarrassment however, Sabyne did stay, somewhat due to the fact that something, or someone, in the near vicinity smelt absolutely divine. And after the stench of the forrest, the sweet sugary scents of a bakery were a welcome respite.

    The smile ultimately surprised her. So much so in fact that it took her a moment or so to react. While Sabyne wasn't exactly an anti-social girl, her friends were few in the village, and fewer still when you weren't counting her siblings in that list. So a smile from a complete stranger took her aback a little. However, after a delayed second, she managed to send him a smile back. Albeit a small and rather subdued one, but a smile nonetheless.

    Oh good lord. Now there was another man approaching their ever growing party. At this rate the mayor would raise up out of his (freshly dug) grave and tell them to disband immediately in fear of disturbing the peace, rebellious youths that they all clearly were. Still, Ruvsa must have been a lot more popular than she thought after all, if she was drawing in this many people at this late an hur her medicines must be really good.


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    The one visitor was soon joined by another: a delivery boy bringing the candles Ruvsa had purchased shortly after her arrival here, and then another whose face seemed vaguely familiar. Had he also come here all the way from Stor Ort? That was surprising, since Valmaperäns usually preferred the larger cities and towns, especially after the Gloom began eating away at what little livelihood there was to be had in places like Bebouwen.

    But that was a story for another time. Right now the Valmaperän girl needed treatment for her rashes, and everyone else was just standing out here in the evening cold.

    “Don’t worry about payment; I know how hard things have been for you here. Come inside and I’ll see what I can do.” Ruvsa said to Sabyne, nodding with a quick but heartfelt “thank you” to Sivil for the candles and the sweets, an idea forming in her mind as she held the latter.

    “Actually, why don’t the two of you come inside as well? Get away from the cold for a while, and we can all share these together?” Ruvsa said, indicating the sweets with a bright smile. She had mostly stayed reserved until now out of a rigid politeness, but Sivil’s cheer and the generally friendly attitudes of these Valmaperäns was more than enough to start bringing out Ruvsa’s own hidden cheerfulness, which they all undoubtedly needed in times like these.
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    Everything seemed to have smoothed over for his entrance. The candles were all but taken of once he dropped them off inside, the girls and now gentleman all seemed interested in the baked goods he brought, and his smiles had not been taken as weird or creepy. In all respects things were going much better then he thought they would. The girl was injured at least in some degree and the kindness that was showed made him happy. Don’t worry about payment, good thing he offered the deserts for free or he would look like a huge jerk. He and the other gentleman were allowed into the building as well and while he felt a need to go back to his master, he opted instead to come inside. After all how often was hospitality offered in these hard times?

    “Thank you…”

    He made his way into the building only to discover that it was fairly normal. Sure a weird interesting drum or such other over here and there but overall it was rather homie. He moved over to the table to set out some of the basic baked goods. He moved and smiled and informed them, “I made them myself, they should be okay. My name is Sehler Sivil, I work at the Candle, Clock, Bake shop.” He was really quite good at cooking after the many years of practice. His master told him that each thing he taught was a gateway to more skills but he never really understood how.

    Since the food was open to everyone Sehler started to walk around, take things in. He honestly thought about the designs on the drums and attempt to memorize them. It gave him an idea for a grandfather clock base…maybe they would like one?
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    Sabyne entered the house quietly, head held politely down but eyes going wild.Yes, she'd never seen seen a Soma house before, but now she found herself actually inside one. The experience was somehow exciting for her, childishly so perhaps but thrilling all the same. Just seeing how a different culture perceived and presented something as simple as a home intrigued her. Maybe that reflected the mundanity of her own life, to find something this simple this interesting, but she'd ponder that thought more another day.

    The Soma's house seemed more cared for than her own homestead, more looked after she thought. The baker, tinkerer and candlestick maker introduced himself, and Sabyne presented her name in turn.

    "I'm Sab, Sabyne. From the Bader's. We look after the trees and such,"

    Despite her interest in how the other half lived so to speak, the fact that this had now turned into a little social gathering of sorts couldn't help but put the Bader girl on edge slightly. She didn't really know these people very well, save for the odd run in here and there throughout the village goings on. They all seemed to be getting along rather splendidly though. The man she was assuming was a smithy of sorts apparently already knew Rusva from the way he addressed her, and the Baker's demeanour was already instinctively friendly by habit. So that just left her, and her rash. Wonderful.

    Her feet took her elsewhere as if by instinct. Sabyne wandered over to a quiet looking corner next to a window. There she waited while Rusva busied herself with various apparent medicines. Hopefully this whole process wouldn't sting too much, she ended up being a bit of a baby with things that stung. Oh gosh. Was it hot in here? Her hands felt clammy. Leaning over, Sabyne pushed open the window shutters ever so slightly.

    Almost as soon as those window shutters were opened something rather extraordinary happened.

    For the moon went out, and darkness sputtered across and throughout Bebouwen. The ground turned dark, grew cold. A wind whined into the cabin the group lay within, choking out the fire and rattling the bones that sat within their bodies. It set hair on edge and froze the very air around them. It was as if the night itself had entered the room, seizing all joy and life the remained. The feeling was immense, and Sabyne could scarcely draw breath. She slouched down and fell to the floor, legs splayed before her. Her chest began to ache.

    Eyes darted upwards, and from her hidden corner, she saw something. Someone outside, something, a figure. It was cast in shadow, as if a walking silhouette. They stood about two heads taller than Pas, and he was bloody tall to begin with, so whatever in the gods name this creature was, it was big. Something caught her eye by its side. Was that... a dog? No. In appearance, maybe? But certainly not in spirit. There was quite a few of them, all trailing by what must have been their masters side. What looked like black dust or sand was constantly seeping from the dog things bodies, particles being constantly blown away in a unseen-unfelt breeze. The beings were so black in shadow no distinction could be made in their features, just their general shape. One thing shone clearly in the dark-light of the night though.

    It was almost like cloth, or at least some sort of fabric, that covered the Masters head. A veil of dark, hiding its face. The fabric moved as if in water, floating upon the air, dancing around the head of its bearer. The master and its pet walked past Rusvas cabin slowly, giving it no attention whatsoever. Sabyne guessed the being were either not aware of the groups presence, or simply didn't care about them if it was aware. The Master and its hounds moved as the veil did, float-ily and with what looked like no real physical connection. Their pace was hideously slow, and time pushed pins into her fingertips as it dragged itself on.

    It moved slowly, and though it was hard to tell with both the movement of the veil and the eerie roaming of the Master, Sabyne could have sworn it looked like they were, cautious, perhaps. Or maybe more unsure. As if they were looking for something. They advanced forwards a ways, stopped, and seemingly just absorbed the place around them, taking in all aspects of the nearly empty quarter of the village. The hounds followed their master. Standing and sitting respectively each time they moved.

    Then, they saw it. Whatever it was they must have been looking for. The Veil froze completely in the air, wafting tendrils stiffened in the cold air. Hound stood tall, eyes open and alert. Though difficult and tricky to determine, Sab forced her gaze to follow that of the creatures. After a moment or so of guesswork, she assumed they were intent upon the old Black Alder tree that sat rotted and broken between a crossroad. Sab and her sister had been asked to look at the tree once before, she knew it must have been very very old, but now maybe more so than she could have ever possibly imagined.

    The Master moved once more. This time its hounds paced ahead, as if eager. They curled themselves up amidst the knotted bark of the roots, nestled themselves amidst the dying branches. Content they were in the decay, at peace with it. The Master remained standing, or... floating, whatever. Slowly, it reached out its hand. It was horrifically human like. As if emerging from beneath a cloak, a pale thin hand pushed outwards and towards the splintered trunk of the tree.As it approached, the fingers upon the hand seemed to extend. They grew, cracked and morphed into the very being of the tree itself. Seeping their demeanour too into rotted wood, merging with the corpse of the Alder. Knuckles clenched, and the hand wrapped itself gently around something.

    Steadily, the hand began to retract. It retook its former shape as it did, and Sabyne could see through the cracks in his fingers what lay in the masters grasp. It was a very small skull, belonging to what couldn't have been anything more than a sparrow or robin or something. A hound whined, and to Sabyne uttermost horror, the Master actually hushed his pets. Soothed them a unheard sweet nothing. Sabyne shivered. She felt sick. Another hand revealed itself, and in its grasp it held the missing parts to the other. The Master tipped the small skull into the pile of bones that lay within the palm. She could only just hear the dull little thuds and patters the bones made.

    And then, it spoke. The Master's language was indecipherable, yet she knew every word of what was spoken.

    "Wake up Tait. I must make use of you,"


    And before her very own eyes, the Skeleton came to life. There was no flesh or feather upon its body, but the bird was pulled into living by the Master. The Skeleton now a re-animated fowl atop him palm. It moved somewhat like a real bird, twittering and fittering here and there, but Sab could see the knowing in its gestures. Twas no normal creature. In fact she could have sworn it was trying not to yawn when it spoke.

    "How long, has the slumber been? Is this the beginning?"


    Its voice was small, as you might expect, and it trilled and sang out with every other note of speech. A Hound approached the Masters side.


    "Later Tait. Go hence, find the Lake and apprise the sleepers,"


    The little Skeleton Sparrow took a few deep breaths. Bones creaked a little as they stretched out their featherless wings, but after a moment of contemplation, they took flight. The bird dodged and danced through the Night air, up up and away it went. Until at last, the small flicker disappeared into the horizon, on its way to the gods know where. That left the Master once again alone with its Hounds. One of those pale unearthly hands silently caressed the head of a dog, stroking away the strange malting black matter as it did so.


    "This place is ended friends. We persist,"


    Then the earth shook, and that was all that it took for the dream to break. The Master and its Hounds disappeared within the blink of a eye. The moon returned to the night sky and Bebouwen re-awoke to its shattered dying state.
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    Frost gripped the air itself and he froze as if he was standing on the cold mountains during the harsh winters. Ragnvald could feel the coldness that surrounds the area as the hair stands on its while the Master does his work, his hands warped and twisted before pulling out from the tree, with a skull in his grasp. The bones rattled and flesh gathered around it, from death comes life. Ragnvald watches him in silence, he held his breath as he watched such an unnerving sight unfolds before him. Is he a god? Ragnvald ask of himself, as to him only the gods they worshipped may resurrect the fallen to the world of the living once more - either as mindless monsters or something with sentience.

    A cloud of darkness surrounds the man, his wounds radiated with a sense of terror as it follows the Master everywhere he goes. Ragnvald heard of rumors that there are warlocks and shamans who practiced the dark arts - from summoning beasts from beyond the mortal plane or simply, bringing someone from the dead. Is this man one of them? How is he resurrecting that dead thing? Questions flooded into his mind as his eyes remained upon the Master. He heard them speak of a language that seems to have an ancient origin and yet, he was sure that what they were discussing is not for those who wished to stay alive.

    "Bloody hell," he mumbled. As the Master vanished into the shadows of the night, the coldness that gripped his heart and soul vanished in an instant. He realized that he was no longer staring at a man that was essentially the darkness made flesh, but of the terrible emptiness that Bebouwen is in - a desolate place that reeks of loneliness and death.
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    While the baker himself was not too quick to dismiss the random gathering it came to attention that something truly fascinating…and terrifying happened just as the girl opened the shutters to the house.

    The whole world seem to dull down as if everything was in darker tones of color…the wind slowly picked up in the cabin as if life itself was being drained from everything. He could feel the cold entering his body like an icy claw around his heart. He gasped for a moment when it first took hold of him. It caused a cramp in his side almost as if his lung was suffering frost bite.

    He looked to the fire only to find that it had left them…ran away so to speak. The girl before him slumped down but he felt a need to reach out to her. As if his body reacted to reaching out to the only other living thing in his focus. He watched in shock as he looked to see where her head was pointed. He only caught a brief glimpse…shadow, serenity, divinity…

    He felt as if life was a struggle…life was hard…a peaceful existence in the stillness of cold death almost seemed inviting. He felt lulled into this being the right decision. He felt satisfaction in giving up and as he leaned on the wall his eyes began to close. Just to let everything slip away…

    He felt himself jolt when he thought about his master and the other orphans at the church. His hands felt heavy and numb bit he started to rub them, he needed to make sure this was not a place to suddenly lose hope. He slowly looked around the room. Whatever visage he had seen was gone…the chill felt like a dream if not for it still lingered on his thawing heart. He felt both calm and a need to move…as if his body’s fight of flight response finally kicked in.

    He moved out of himself first. Moving towards the girl named Sabyne. It hurt to move so quickly and he asked in a serious tone. “Is…e-e-e-everyone…alright?” He felt like he needed to cough out the cold but he moved to make sure the girl who had slumped over was alright. He was nervous and scared but he held his hands firm that only years of delicate clockwork gave him. He was steady in a pinch.

    “We should move about…make sure your body is working…” He hoped his voice could pull everyone back to reality and away from the peaceful chill of the moonless. At least what he decided to call it.
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