The Creed

Ostiarium Forest - secluded glade

"Like I said, four people were there yesterday. They stayed until nightfall and then left." said the man in the black hood. "One of the city guards, Henrik or Hendrik. He was there with that red hair hunter and one of the soldiers. Gin or something." he looked at the other two people in the the shadows nearby. The woman grunted and looked at their leaver from under her shawl.

The tattooed man with a boar's head hiding his features spoke, his voice muffled and distorted by the head gear. "And the fourth?" he asked the shadows of the forests playing across the grey skin and dead eyes of the boar's end.
"That young noble that is setting shop in Lowood." he answered.
"And did you follow them?" the woman asked.
The man nodded. "For a while. But I lost them during then night. As if they dissapereaed into thin air..."
"You lost them? In the forest?" Boar Head asked.
"Yes, as if something shielded them from me." he paused. "I heard some drumming last night. Echoing through the trees..."

The three looked at one another. Their leader spoke again.
"The ritual is almost complete. Next full moon and he will stalk these new lands."
"More will come now that the bodies were found." the woman warned.
"Time to go to ground again?" the black hood suggested.
Boar Head grunted, displeased.

"We are too close. The luck of the tribe; black pine pitch and gouts of blood, darkness and bonfires that cast long shadows. He is coming. Among the trees to bless us. To help us survive another winter. As it has always been." he preached.

The two bowed their heads to their priest. "May His tusks drink deep..." they murmured and left the glade. They knew what had to be done...