There is a true evil spawning...
Someplace. However, I can not figure out where it's coming from.
As of late I’ve been smelling something... off... someplace around the woods of my home. The morning air is so pure and clean... but something is clearly wrong within in. Like a poisonous flower that only blooms at night... or under a full moon. The magic of Christmas faded away along with the joy starting a new year with wishes of hope and progress. Whatever it is in the air, it makes the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up and a special kind of worry sets in. Not a powerful worry, mind. A worry as if you are being watched, but somehow different... and should be aware at the same time.
The next day... I discovered that the front garden of the Red & Purple Mini Mall had suddenly died and become nothing more than sand and the last few plants. What was left was simply struggling to stay alive. As skilled in the horticultural arts, there doesn’t seem a cure for whatever this sudden plague is. I’ve tried watering that section of the garden. I’ve tried pouring different potions all over the plants and sand that used to be a lush green field of grass. I’ve tried screaming at it! Nothing.
I sent a dispatch to a group of specially trained pixie scouts to go out to the woods around the Red & Purple Pixies of the Yew Wood. Once they arrived, nothing could be found around the wood... however they too could smell something was just not right. In asking a few others if they noticed anything in the air... no one seems to be able to see anything out of place. Perhaps it's something in the sensitive nose of the pixie kind. As the pixie scouts started widening the search area, they started to notice small signs of death and decay at the base of the trees. So much like what happened to the mall garden. They figure it has to be something small. Something smaller than us pixies. Something we pixies may find long before anyone else. “What do they look like?” I asked the scout leader. She told me it was far too soon to even speculate such a thing. No tracks in the traces of mud from all the winter rain and snow. No rubbish as if something had camped. No droppings. Nothing to suggest any clues... other than... this, whatever it is, could have come by the way of Cove. Picked up in the winds and raining down from the clouds.
Within a few short days, other pixie kind started to notice the same thing throughout the entirety of the lands, however in small concentrated areas. The bulk of the infestation seems strongest around Cove itself. This could be a clue, but again... it's too soon to really know what’s happening. There is just not enough evidence as the first reports indicated. Nothing TRUE can be found or gleaned... no samples can be collected or studied. Once the pixie scouts visited some of these other minor infestations... it was discovered they are growing. Growing with every passing day. Spring is so close... this should be a joyous time awaiting the end of snow and a return of flowers of all kinds and colors, an endless blue sky, and a sun that can warm your skin and bring back health. Not this. Not this growing... horror, for lack of a better word.
I’ve contacted a squadron of special pixie hunters to be on standby if an invasion starts. An invasion that the lands of Trammel haven’t seen since the other horror of Malas became known and colonized in mass. This was before the Mini Mall became the mall it is today. So many long years ago. Within the very small space of a Small Marble Shop with open walls and a great deal of traffic, the likes of the Juka came... and the giant ants... and then the swamp monsters. Three massive invasions... over almost every part of the land at the time. In that time, because of such poor defenses... the only way to protect the people was to set up armed guards to keep the spawn away. Each time these invasions came... it had that same trace of... pure concentrated evil in the air. That same something that I’m picking up in the air, however so small.
Beware of movement in the shadows, my friend. Beware of anything out of the normal wondering around... it could be a growing horror.
Something is coming.
I have to put my quill down for now... however I’m watching this very closely...
Someplace. However, I can not figure out where it's coming from.
As of late I’ve been smelling something... off... someplace around the woods of my home. The morning air is so pure and clean... but something is clearly wrong within in. Like a poisonous flower that only blooms at night... or under a full moon. The magic of Christmas faded away along with the joy starting a new year with wishes of hope and progress. Whatever it is in the air, it makes the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up and a special kind of worry sets in. Not a powerful worry, mind. A worry as if you are being watched, but somehow different... and should be aware at the same time.
The next day... I discovered that the front garden of the Red & Purple Mini Mall had suddenly died and become nothing more than sand and the last few plants. What was left was simply struggling to stay alive. As skilled in the horticultural arts, there doesn’t seem a cure for whatever this sudden plague is. I’ve tried watering that section of the garden. I’ve tried pouring different potions all over the plants and sand that used to be a lush green field of grass. I’ve tried screaming at it! Nothing.
I sent a dispatch to a group of specially trained pixie scouts to go out to the woods around the Red & Purple Pixies of the Yew Wood. Once they arrived, nothing could be found around the wood... however they too could smell something was just not right. In asking a few others if they noticed anything in the air... no one seems to be able to see anything out of place. Perhaps it's something in the sensitive nose of the pixie kind. As the pixie scouts started widening the search area, they started to notice small signs of death and decay at the base of the trees. So much like what happened to the mall garden. They figure it has to be something small. Something smaller than us pixies. Something we pixies may find long before anyone else. “What do they look like?” I asked the scout leader. She told me it was far too soon to even speculate such a thing. No tracks in the traces of mud from all the winter rain and snow. No rubbish as if something had camped. No droppings. Nothing to suggest any clues... other than... this, whatever it is, could have come by the way of Cove. Picked up in the winds and raining down from the clouds.
Within a few short days, other pixie kind started to notice the same thing throughout the entirety of the lands, however in small concentrated areas. The bulk of the infestation seems strongest around Cove itself. This could be a clue, but again... it's too soon to really know what’s happening. There is just not enough evidence as the first reports indicated. Nothing TRUE can be found or gleaned... no samples can be collected or studied. Once the pixie scouts visited some of these other minor infestations... it was discovered they are growing. Growing with every passing day. Spring is so close... this should be a joyous time awaiting the end of snow and a return of flowers of all kinds and colors, an endless blue sky, and a sun that can warm your skin and bring back health. Not this. Not this growing... horror, for lack of a better word.
I’ve contacted a squadron of special pixie hunters to be on standby if an invasion starts. An invasion that the lands of Trammel haven’t seen since the other horror of Malas became known and colonized in mass. This was before the Mini Mall became the mall it is today. So many long years ago. Within the very small space of a Small Marble Shop with open walls and a great deal of traffic, the likes of the Juka came... and the giant ants... and then the swamp monsters. Three massive invasions... over almost every part of the land at the time. In that time, because of such poor defenses... the only way to protect the people was to set up armed guards to keep the spawn away. Each time these invasions came... it had that same trace of... pure concentrated evil in the air. That same something that I’m picking up in the air, however so small.
Beware of movement in the shadows, my friend. Beware of anything out of the normal wondering around... it could be a growing horror.
Something is coming.
I have to put my quill down for now... however I’m watching this very closely...