village-capture (May-2025)

Midnight’s Approach

The dawn was silent, calm, even serene Happy songs from a village carried by the breeze Until a distant stampede broke the townsfolk’s routines They watched as abominations emerged from the tainted trees

Men atop wolves with frost for fur Dark figures with twisted, knifelike claws They moved one with the shadows, almost a blur A towering beast in the distance released a spine-chilling roar

The sky erupted with screams, pleas, and cries of despair Those maddened cultists chanted promises of power The townsfolk fought with all they could fare Alas, they all became dragon chowder