October Nights

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October Nights

The moon is full and golden

Spirits awake, become emboldened

Leaves and mists swirl about

Autumn is here, without a doubt.

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Foot steps echo down the street

It’s not someone you’d want to meet.

Something fluttering round your ears

Black and sharp, awakes your fears.

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Keep your eyes straight ahead

Keep your nerve don’t wind up dead.

There are more things to this season

Than can be explained by human reason.

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Rites of Passage: Last rites II

A journey of fear? A journey of knowledge?

The Silent Eye

We began our walk by once again drawing a sphere of Light around our party. As we walked along Cressbrook Dale, we were careful not to colour any impressions our companions might pick up about the place. We shared a little history and geology, but it was not until we stopped by the mouth of a small cave that we began to speak of its ‘alternative’ history. Even so, it seemed that they were already tasting the atmosphere for themselves and their reactions could be read on their faces, from what looked like disgust through to delight.

The cave is a low, two-pronged shaft at the base of a cliff. It is an uncomfortable crawl to get inside, as years of fallen stones line the passageways that disappear into the darkness; we would not ask them to enter.

Instead, we gathered at the mouth of the cave for a guided…

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