The first thing the group will see within the hovel is a dim and flickering light coming from a fat, greasy candle near the centre of the room, just enough to suggest the horrors within.
Of course, the light is immediately overshadowed by the smell; a bright metallic tang that wafts out like some spectre, coiling around them. Bodies in various states of freeze and thaw, of decay and disassembly fill the edges of the room, the edges of the light, the floor and walls painted with strings of gore and horror.
Then the voice comes, thin and soft, winds creeping in through a crack. ”Guests, guests?” A hand reaches out into the light, no more than skin wrapped through around bones, with black nails and blood coating the pale skin. ”Come come.” As it gestures for them to approach, the owner of the hand leans closer into the light, revealing a trembling, shaking body, and eyes that are so sunken into the skull the light doesn’t seem to reach them, save for brief flashes.
Of course, the light is immediately overshadowed by the smell; a bright metallic tang that wafts out like some spectre, coiling around them. Bodies in various states of freeze and thaw, of decay and disassembly fill the edges of the room, the edges of the light, the floor and walls painted with strings of gore and horror.
Then the voice comes, thin and soft, winds creeping in through a crack. ”Guests, guests?” A hand reaches out into the light, no more than skin wrapped through around bones, with black nails and blood coating the pale skin. ”Come come.” As it gestures for them to approach, the owner of the hand leans closer into the light, revealing a trembling, shaking body, and eyes that are so sunken into the skull the light doesn’t seem to reach them, save for brief flashes.
