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Subterraneum Monasterium

A Night at Morag's - by Fug

Us three sat in the witch's hovel as we sup'ed on stew. Smelt like rabbit, and tasted like it too, but I wouldn't be surprised if a local farmer's kid found it's way into this stew. If so, he was a tasty wee bastard he was. We told Ol' Morag about Pete's little goody trove, and she told us of it was a monastery from way back when she was a little lass. Back when fire was the talk of the village. Says it was picked a part by the time she was little. Farmers scavenging stones from the place to put up a fence to keep the neighbours cows away from there cows grass. But them farmers only took the top layer and didn't realize there were twice as many more stones down below in the cellar. The more we spoke of the place the more the little ol' woman would light up with excitement. Once Tarre mentioned there was some words written on paper she nearly shat herself with glee. Then he showed her the map and the old bird just about gave up the ghost there and then. She said she would teach young Tarre some of the language and give him a copy of one of them language books with an English cipher if he gives her two weeks to do so. Also told us her final wish for this world is to see the library of Lord Orm, which Tarre pretty much told her she could just waltz right in there. Silly twit. Morag was generous for a witch. She gave us a bunch of knickknacks to protect us from the beasties of the old monastery all in return for some promises in the future. Also gave us a charm to protect against the black death that's sweeping across the country. I agreed and the old bat pulls a knife on me and cuts me hand to make the charm. Tarre and Bruce agreed to take the ward too, but the bastards refused her knife. I swear if that knife was just used to pop a wart on her nose before cutting my hand... Anyways, says the charm will last a full rotation of the moon. Also said she's done it for them Cromley boys, and they seem to have been missed by the reapers blade so far. Everything seemed to be on the up and up. All until that night. At the middle of the night I woke up to the old bat missing from the hut. The front door was left open a crack so I took a peek outside. That's when I saw the old witch doing her magics to the moon. Chanting to herself and some god that aint Christ. Weird shit, when I turned to go back to bed the creepy child that Morag kept around was sitting up looking at me through her hood with them icy blue eyes. I nearly pissed my britches. But she just gave a yawn and went right back to bed. We tried to leave in the morning but the witch wasnt done with us yet and asked for some free labour from us. Bruce and Tarre just agreed. Silly twats. While they was chopping wood, I was clearing the brush. That's when I found a the bones of a person, or persons just scattered around. I didnt say nothin. We were just about home free and I didnt want to be turned into the next pie that old witch made. No I kept my mouth shut and hustled along with the work while that old bat just watched on smoking her pipe. Next thing I know we are leaving. The boys are waving so long to the old bat like they was leaving their own granny's house. But when I looked back and saw that... that...thing with the icy blue eyes waving back at me, there was something unnatural about it. That aint no little girl. On the way back we stopped by Mr. Gareth's, who invited us in for a quick nip. I asked bout the kid and he had no idea who that would be. No missing kids in town, no orphans, no relatives of hers... What was that old hag up to?

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