93. The Hound of Hircine

93. The Hound of Hircine

For I am a hound of Hircine, scourge of the mortal plane,
I breathe to hunt and ravage; the warm blooded are my prey.
I hide amidst your flock and herd, live beside you through your day,
Till the horn calls out the beast within, and I suffer Hircine’s change.

I endure my each bone snapping, before setting shaped anew,
My skin ripping as it stretches over fresh tendon and raw sinew.
My blood curdles into syrup, and my hair thickens into fur,
My teeth swell into glorious fangs, and nails flourish into claw.

Once final pain doth taper, and my shriek turns into howl,
A perpetual hunger rise within, and I’ll soon begin my prowl.
My tongue shall be painted crimson, and claret mat my fur,
I crave only now the hunt begin, for man meat and blood of mer.

I’ll hunt for you up mountainside, cross crag and rocky bluff,
I’ll achieve every peak and summit; your fear shall raise me up.
I’ll hunt for you down valleys deep, and across greenest glen and vale,
Cross ravine, and barren desert, I’ll pursue your dusty trail.

I’ll hunt for you across heath and moor, wade deep through every fen,
I’ll hunt you through the polar freeze, my pursuit will never end.
I’ll hunt you though sweltering tropics, suffering jungles humid flush,
O’er creeping vine and tangled root, clambering nature’s underbrush.

I’ll be just like your shadow, haunting every step you take,
There’s no escape when the hunters mark is the fear that you secrete.
For whether rich or poor, king or peasant, you are nought to me but prey,
For I am a hound of Hircine, the scourge of the mortal plane.


92. A little guile of our own

92. A little guile of our own

Aldcroft is a town under siege from within, as well as without.  These werewolves, far from a feral pack of animals overwhelming the province by sheer savagery and number, appear to be coordinated, cunning, and following a premeditated plan.  

Together with Gloria Fausta, and the Lion’s Guard, we are able to prevent the same fate for Aldcroft as has befallen Camlorn.  With the immediate threats at an end, we must not hesitate.  The moment to push back is almost upon us, but first a little guile of our own, and for that we need capture a beast.


91. Farewell now forbearance

91. Farewell now forbearance

I hear a gentle sobbing coming from what I had previously thought to be an abandoned house.  Inside I discover a distraught young woman hiding from the world; her father killed by cultists during the Bloodthorn insurgence, now she is lost, adrift in sorrow.

If I have found her, then it is but a matter of time before the cultists find her too.  She cannot remain here, but she will not leave without a remembrance of her dead father.  

There is no cause great enough to justify the murder of innocents. It is a loathsome and repugnant act wrought only by the craven.  No more… no more shall I believe these cultists to be misguided, or just deluded; for even delusion bridles barbarity.  Farewell now forbearance, clemency and restraint… Sword I name thee retribution tonight.


90. Initiative

We seem ever to be a step behind our enemies.  I arrive in Aldcroft on the heels of the Lion Guard, who themselves had arrived too late to prevent the Bloodthorn from kidnapping a Camlorn dignitary and usurping the lighthouse area.  If we are to win this battle for Glenumbra then we need first wrest the initiative from our enemies. 

To achieve this, we must counter-attack the cultists and force them into reacting to us; only then may we saddle momentum and override their advantage.


89. Aldcroft

89. Aldcroft

The road leading to Aldcroft is as bleak and dispiriting as any I have travelled.  The town itself seems besieged by a gloom that sits heavily upon its rooftops, such as I doubt even Arkay’s breath could raise.  Under laden gait its denizens scurry, finding what comfort they can in dogged routine, whilst even the birds seem reluctant to take wing into the smothering dusk.

Yet within this endless murk, blushes of hope can still be found.  Refugees from neighbouring Camlorn have been granted provision and shelter, the Wyress Gwen and Ileana have arrived, laying aside age old mistrust to offer their aid to the displaced, and the local militia stand united at Aldcroft’s gates, holding back the wild without.

Although I fear the blighted skies above Aldcroft will darken further before a dawn is seen again, it is here where we must make a stand and begin to push back the night.