Part One of
Warm Ale and Mud is up on my site.
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“Come Grimes don’t dally, tis a fine morn and most certainly I am not to be held up simply as you can not handle your wine as well as I”.
“Must I sound the horn though my Lord?”Ballard Weller, the marshal of The Auld Ryding, a stern glance to Grimes, making it very clear that this is not up for debate, and so with some reluctance, Grimes blasts on the horn.
It is nothing short of a miracle that the effort does not make him vomit, nor the resulting sound split his very tender head.
“Excellent Grimes, Onward!!!”As they gallop off, Grimes feeling the worst he has felt in many a morn comes to the mistaken conclusion that the day could not possibly get any worse.
From within the depths of the barrow mounds, the sound of a hunting horn cuts through the chill morning mist.
The wretched abhumans that feast on sweet pork pause for a moment from their searching and look to their Vampire mistress for guidance.
“Keep searching, I never said to stop” Geneive orders and after a heartbeat of consideration for her simple minded thralls,
“there is nothing to fear”.Reassured the ghouls carry on sniffing and clawing at the burial mounds, trying to locate one particular tomb.
Geneive however is not so sure, who could be out at such a time, on such a dismal day, and be this near to the barrows the simple locals fear to be haunted.
