Late in the night, under the light of the full Blood Moon, those called by the urge to hunt the Bugge may find themselves at the edge of the woods surrounding Trenchwood, close by the fields, where they find something else awaiting them,
Disappearances among the shopkeepers and some of their clerks have occurred, but the Bugge's pursuers may find them out here: some wedged in the forks of trees several feet off the ground. Others cry out in pain, dangling from the jagged tops of crudely hewn fenceposts or the broken ends of branches thrust through their shoulders. They might even stumble upon a skinny, dark-haired, pale-faced girl, bruised about her throat and stuffed between the roots of a tree, whimpering in pain. If they examine these unfortunates, they may spy a dark form watching from a short distance, a robed figure wearing a strange corvid mask, a glimmer of reddish eyeshine showing through the eyepieces.
Something growls behind the Sleeper. The masked figure darts away, too fast to be seen, one moment there, and in the next vanished.
The pinned-down victim stirs, looking past the Sleeper, their eyes widening. Should the Sleeper attempt to assist them - taking them down from the posts or branches, healing them - the dark figure suddenly appears at their side. "That bait wasn't for you," the interloper says, before shoving the Sleeper away from the victim.
The Bugge's roar splits the night. The Sleeper may recoil in panic as the scent of the Bugge fills the air. Something dark darts from the side, too fast to be seen. The Bugge's roar turns into a pained howl. If the Sleeper looks behind them, they may spy the dark figure vaulting onto the Bugge's back, landing behind its head. The moonlight glints on a blade which the dark figure draws. Blood splats from the back of the Beast's back as the Bugge tries to rear up in a clear bid to shake off the Hunter on its back.
On the land & on the sea/Lurks the fearsome hunter/The creature must be Slaughtered - The Great Hunt
Disappearances among the shopkeepers and some of their clerks have occurred, but the Bugge's pursuers may find them out here: some wedged in the forks of trees several feet off the ground. Others cry out in pain, dangling from the jagged tops of crudely hewn fenceposts or the broken ends of branches thrust through their shoulders. They might even stumble upon a skinny, dark-haired, pale-faced girl, bruised about her throat and stuffed between the roots of a tree, whimpering in pain. If they examine these unfortunates, they may spy a dark form watching from a short distance, a robed figure wearing a strange corvid mask, a glimmer of reddish eyeshine showing through the eyepieces.
Something growls behind the Sleeper. The masked figure darts away, too fast to be seen, one moment there, and in the next vanished.
The pinned-down victim stirs, looking past the Sleeper, their eyes widening. Should the Sleeper attempt to assist them - taking them down from the posts or branches, healing them - the dark figure suddenly appears at their side. "That bait wasn't for you," the interloper says, before shoving the Sleeper away from the victim.
The Bugge's roar splits the night. The Sleeper may recoil in panic as the scent of the Bugge fills the air. Something dark darts from the side, too fast to be seen. The Bugge's roar turns into a pained howl. If the Sleeper looks behind them, they may spy the dark figure vaulting onto the Bugge's back, landing behind its head. The moonlight glints on a blade which the dark figure draws. Blood splats from the back of the Beast's back as the Bugge tries to rear up in a clear bid to shake off the Hunter on its back.