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Rites of Weeping PDF (151 213mm)
Rites of Weeping PDF (151 213mm)
Rites of Weeping PDF (151 213mm)
referee's introduction
In the deep woods, where the pines grow
tall as churches and the mist hangs
thick like a shroud, what was once a
temple has become a tomb.
the servant
Hunched, yellow-eyed embodiment of a dying
god-thing's will. Consumed by virulant
plague. Stinks like a leper colony and
screams with a voice like tearing paper
and gushing boils. Wants to take people
and cage them above the Weeping Lake as
sustenance for its god.
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gotmar, the headman’s son
starting the adventure A young man in a stained smock.
Thin-faced, nervous. Eyes dark
with broken sleep.
The boat is leaking. Two days
upriver from the last real
Knows: people from his village
town; too far to turn back. A
are being taken by a yellow-eyed
soft, cold rain turns the
horror from the deep woods. The
ground to dark, peaty soup and
thing has taken many villagers
sucks the light from the edges
including his father, Ostmek the
of the sky.
Headman, and one of the river
the village traders staying in town, Ivan
Karnizy.
Around the next crook in the
river, a small, nameless
Pretends: the attacks are the
village — little more than a
work of a large wolf from the
few thatched cabins with leaky
deep woods, that he will pay
roofs and grubby, solemn
handsomely (100 gp per party
occupants — slouches into
member) for its pelt.
view. A long, low river barge
is lashed to a rotten dock.
Offers: a place to stay in a
Goats, chickens, and muck-
crooked, leaky hut currently
smeared children run up and
also occupied by the two river
down what passes for a street.
trader girls whose father was
the fisherwomen taken the night before. At night,
he will extinguish all lamps in
Three sullen, cock-eyed
the village but those that burn
fisherwomen sit smoking pipes
above its door and that
and drinking coarse
bramblewine outside their
huts, watching the river pass
the karnizy sisters
by. Their boats lie upturned, Bella and Sophia. Dark-haired
half inside-half outside of young women with wary eyes and
crude wooden shacks. They do thin, angular features.
not care to share their names. Sitting, dressed in the wet
weather gear — waxed cotton
They know: the leaking boat cloaks and broad-brimmed hats
will take time to fix. The over bright patterned homespun
wood needs to dry ‘afore it clothes, the long knives
can be tarred, and the boat strapped to their boots that
house is full, so you’ll have mark them as river folk.
to wait for the rain to let Traders.
up.
They know: their riverboat put
in here two days earlier — for
supplies and to trade.
Their father, Ivan, was taken
in the night. Sophia saw what
took him: something big and
fast with yellow eyes that
stank like a leper colony. Its
tracks lead away into the
forest. None of the villagers
are willing to help, let alone
lead them into the deep woods.