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  The Dunwich site was kind of strange. I didn’t just mean that the air felt off, which it certainly did, but there was a sehat everything was just a little too... light. I bounced on the spot a few times and tried to pinpoint the feeling, but it wasn’t easy.

  Once, when I was a much smaller Broccoli, my parents and I had gone camping near a mountain. We went hiking one day and spent the whole afternoon climbing towards the peak. It was a big slopey mountain, so the climb wasn’t th, and there were well-trodden paths leading all the . As we got closer to the top the air felt harder to breath, lighter. The air around Dunwich felt the same, but without the altitude to expin it.

  That, and there was a stench to the air, as if someone had farted nearby and I was only catg stinky whiffs of it when the wind shifted.

  I sched up my nose and started looking around. The Two-Lipped Tulips might be hard to find. I hoped they weren't. It had taken a few hours to arrive, and I suspected that it would take a couple more to get back to Rockstack. I didn’t want to be stu the woods at night.

  The path ahead turned one final time and the ground evened out onto a pteau. To my left I had a spectacur view of the Darkwoods, a sea of trees stretg out to the distance, with marshes to the East and mountains stretg out to the North. I even caught a glimpse of what might have been a huge ke way off in the distao the South.

  Those things were all far away though. I focused on what was to my right.

  There were a few buildings still standing even against the test of time. The pair were wooden shacks with tiled roofs, just like the buildings in Threewells. The final building, this one further oeau, was a huge struct of cated tin, with a rusty metal roof and huge streaks of mu its sides.

  The tin building looked like an abandoned warehouse from bae, strangely out of p a world where I expected everything to be made of wood and brick. It just made me want to explore it even more!

  e jumped off my shoulder and started walking in the air before me as I made my way towards the first little shack. There were big windows on the front of it, windows that had been broken inwards some time ago. The door was a few meters away, left to rot ooney ground.

  “Yikes,” I said as I moved into the darkened interior and took it all in. There were chairs and a table and a couple of bunk beds at the back. A small cast iron firepce sat to one side and there was a tiny little closet against one wall. Not even a bathroom.

  The pce had seeer days. No chests, no floorboards to hide anything under, and a tug at the creaky door of the firepce just revealed a coal sitting on a pile of brownish ash.

  “A bunk house then,” I muttered. “Probably for the adventurers ing to the dungeon.”

  e ran bae and I picked her up to set her on my shoulder. I poked my head out of the front door to make sure there wasn’t anything mean around, thehe bunk house and headed for the .

  This one was in worse dition thahe bunkhouse had been. It was a small home, with two floors and a tower built into the side that rose up even higher. A guard station, maybe? Or a more perma residence?

  Either way, I found the door smashed in and moved into the darkened interior. The pce had a pair of offices at the front and, as I moved towards the back, I found a small ic with a tall bed and some rusty tools left on the floor. There had been tables and desks and chairs and other things here, but most had been broken or kicked aside. Footprints on the dusty flgested that it hadn’t happened all that long ago.

  The adventurers from Rockstack? That was a distinct possibility.

  The sed floor had a few small bedrooms and access to the tower proper. It was oop floor that I got my first glimpse of what had to be the Dunwich dungeon itself, or the pce it had been.

  The Dungeorance was shaped a little like a mining shaft, a deep dark hole in the walls of a rocky outcropping. Wooden beams formed a rough archway around the entrance, all of them scorched bck as if something had exploded out of the hole.

  The ground around the dungeon was bed by fire and the few bits of vegetation around it were all skeletal and dead.

  “I am not going in there,” I said te. I had seen horror movies before, I knew what happeo cute girls going down dark shafts.

  I was on my way dowower when I heard a strange sound, a sort of yowling roar as if someoepped oail of a giant cat.

  You have heard the screech of a creature of madness! Your mind is shaken.

  I stumbled down the few steps and had to hang onto the creaky rails to prevent myself from falling even further. The world swayed.

  I giggled, because it had been such a funny noise.

  I was smiling so hard it hurt when I made my way to the first floor and stepped out without so much as looking around. I didn’t o look around because looking too much was just silly.

  e moved ahead of me and blocked my path, so I stepped around her.

  She floated before me and blocked my path again. “Get out of my way, you stupid cat,” I said.

  I blinked.

  e gave me a kitty gre.

  Shaking my head I tried to refocus and found my mind all fuzzy and strange. My step had me stumbling sideways until I bumped into the house and just g to the wall for bance. “What?” I wondered.

  The he screech. It had to have done something. I re-read the warning mister Menu had giveh mounting horror.

  “Oh, that’s bad,” I said. I k was bad, a I wao either start ughing or curl up in a ball and scream and I couldn’t decide which to do.

  e pushed herself against my ned I felt her entire body rumbling with a gentle purr. Had she been trying to stop me? But stop me from what? The madness had only sted a little bit, but it had been pulliowards something, making everything but the idea of walking over to it seem like a distra at best.

  Very spooky.

  I took a deep breath to resettle myself, then fired a small bust of ing magic aimed at myself just to freshen up.

  It was like wiping away the fog on a window. As my ing magic moved through me I felt it pushing into my head and the cobwebs cleared up. It wasn’t as if my thoughts returo me so much as the strangeness receded.

  Had I just ed away insanity?

  A g my status had me wing.

  Health 111/115Stamina 84/125Mana 76/105

  I had lost health to that scream, not to mention the heavy cost to my mana reserves to wipe the insanity away. A I still didn’t have the slightest clue what the thing screeg at me had been.

  The options I had were pretty simple. I could return to Rockstack right away. The few silvers I’d get from finding the Tulips might not be worth all the trouble. Or I could look for the thing making the noise and at least see what it was.

  The third option, and the one I chose, was to push off the wall and head over to the building.

  I did so slowly, cautious of the world around me and wary of anything that made any noise. I was going to snoop around that final building and at least try to get an idea of what had happened here.

  The Dunwich site was kind of creepy, but in the full light of day there wasn’t anything to worry about.

  Something scuffed against a rod I turned around towards the dungeorao see a monster waddling out from behind a rock. It was about the size of a big dog, with, at a gnce, seve and three arms that ended in long-fingered hands. Its mouth reached from just below the hole where a nose should have been to its upper chest, a gaping pit in its front that dribbled with saliva.

  Pale skin chafed against a rock as it wiggled against it, the stone digging into flesh that peeled off in lumps. It opes mouth wider and a pair of loacles slid out of it to rub at its side.

  “Nope,” I muttered.

  A hungry Dunwich Abomination, level 8.

  “Nopity, nope, nope nope.”

  The abomination must have heard me because it turs strangely dog-like head my way and locked eyes with me. Muy growing horror, the monster’s skin began to shift and aween one moment and the it turhe same colour as the stones behind it and became nearly impossible to see from afar. That was, until it started wobbling towards me.

  “Oh shoot!” I said as I turned and started running away.

  The abomination screamed. It sounded human.

  You have heard the screech of a creature of madness! Your mind is shaken.

  I stumbled forwards, then came to a slow stop. Why had I been running? It robably a nice monsty. And it was hungry. I could feed it!

  ing magic burst through me and my mind cleared in fits and starts.

  The abomination was closer.

  I ran, putting every effort into outpag and out-distang the monster on my tail. There were some rocks ahead which I thought to weave through, until they started to wiggle and move my way.

  “Oh no. No no,” I said between pants.

  A leap brought me over the line of abominations a me shoot past them, but I could tell that they were still right on my heels.

  The cliffs were ahead, a dip in the ground that would lead me to the forests below. I didn’t have time for the normal path, not when it meant looping bad forth a few times.

  This bun was not going to get caught by any number of tentacle monsters.

  I shot off the side of the cliff with a squeak, my stamina reserves dipping down as I tried to make get as far from the cliff’s edge as I could.

  I crashed into a tree.

  Something screeched behind me before a siing spt sounded out across the region.

  gratutions! You have caused Dunwich Abomination, Level 7, to drop dead! Bonus Exp was granted for spttering a monster above your level!

  Luckily for me, I had aimed at a rge pine, so other than a body-full of sharp needles, I was mostly okay as the tree bent back with the impact then swayed to return to its inal position.

  Turning, I looked at the top of the hill to see six abominations all standing in a row and gring at me. “Hah, Made it!” I called back.

  They sprouted rge, deformed wings.

  “Oh, that’s not cool,” I said as I started to scramble dowree. Fet the flowers and fet Dunwich. It was a silly pce for silly people and I didn’t want to be anywhere near it. It would suck to tell Dyn that I had failed, but better to fail a small quest thaentacle monstered.

  The abominations nded in the woods just as I hit the ground and the chase tinued.

  Trees blurred past as I ran deeper and deeper into the forest, my path hampered every few meters by fallen trees and thick brush. The abominations weren’t as fast, but they just barreled through the bushes in their way, not even breaking their filing stride.

  And that’s when I ran face first into a very angry tree.

  RavensDagger