Re: [1.10] The Forgotten Cache
Erlin returned to the camp, but sat quietly while the others talked about Cheliax and devils and human sacrifice. She shivered in spite of the warm fire, and for a second she was transported back to her original home when she was a child, only 5 or 6, when she used to sneak away into the wooded glen near the lake where the forbidden crone was exiled. Everyone said she was crazy, and Erlin certainly thought she was, and terrifying too, but the crone told the best stories in return for food. One day Erlin had snuck away to her hut with a bag of potatoes, but found the crone murdered, lying in a pool of blood. The body had been there a few days, at least, and was starting to discolor - even so, she could clearly make out the bluish black tattoo on the woman's skin just beneath the nape of her neck that said "Tusen år av mörker".
Whatever demon-oriented cult the crone had belonged to earlier in life had finally caught up with her; at least that is what adult Erlin now thought. At the time, she just wanted to run away, although she did toy with the idea of taking a trinket first. But ultimately, she just went back, leaving the small bag of potatoes as a final gesture, certain that whatever weird object she might have stolen would have carried the crone's taint, and her curse, back with her, the last thing Erlin wanted.
And in the end, Erlin wasn't sure she hadn't brought the crone's curse back to her village that day after all. All that talk of demons and devils sometimes unnerved her.
(OOC: "Tusen år av mörker"[Language unknown: M Traoun'starat Oneamesom u Stweomof])