Capítulo 157: 157- Heads Will Roll

Good child, good child, you better hide;

The monster's on its way;

Your mother's wails is all you hear;

As they take her away.

Good child, good child you better hide;

The monster's here to get you;

You better hide tight neath your bed;

And pray you'll not be dead.

-an excerpt from a Vridian rhyme.

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Maraus, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 57th day of Fall, Arenfall

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Lord Prestonheim was in disbelief as the grisly scene slowly unfolded before him on his way to the hole. The ground was slick and slippery with some foul substance he was yet to know what and the baffled knights surrounding the area made it look like a scene of massacre.

As he approached it, the heads began to show popping out from the thick mud covering it. The heads looked fresh…newly dead that is.