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The scratch-thud-scratch-thud of Renata’s spade-work broke Gauth from his distance. He looked round to see the paladin in her silent work.

Putting him underground like a low-lander thought Gauth. The Auranthanati left their dead on the sacred cliffs until they were picked clear and their bones could be interred with the rest of the tribe. He looked around, there were no mountains in this wet and dismal land, he could not carry Arun-Tho back to the Auranthanati. He stood and quietly joined Renata.


The goliath took his crowbar as a makeshift spade and begun digging in silence with Renata. ”You honour your tribe” he said giving a short bow, before gathering rocks to place on the boy’s body. Then, placing weaved tokens of a spear and a bear in the grave, Gauth began to scoop the dirt back on the boy.


”We burn the place.” he said finally to Renata, when they were done ”Burn it to the ground so no other children can fall foul of these hags.” The goliath hugged his sodden cloak around his shoulders and approached the mill, looking for dry wood that might be used to encourage a fire.


”We must burn this place” he said again to Gareth who was still inside the building. The others must be upstairs he thought as he gathered anything flammable and began stacking them as chimneyed pyres against the joists that ran up the walls. When he was done with the free-standing material, he started on the tables and chairs, lifting them and smashing them against the floor to make more firewood.


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After ten minutes, Maja let go of the rusty cage and stood up. The world around her was still spinning as she tried to separate the past from the present, the impressions of the cage from her own senses.

The mystic's heart was still throbbing from the terror the cackling voice of Offalia had instilled in her. Her greatest fear, however, hadn't become true, and for that, she was endlessly grateful. She had feared that the hag had killed Aron-Tho and had cut him open to bleed white while Maja and the rest of the party had been chatting with Bella downstairs. That they had had the chance to free Gauth-Touri's charge before it had been too late and that they had wasted that opportunity.

But from what she had learned by reading the psychic imprint of what had happened around the cage during the last hour, she understood that the boy had already been dead when they had come to windmill's door. She would have to tell the goliath. And then, they had to investigate the trapdoor that led upstairs, either onto the roof or into another chamber.

As she turned around to walk back down the stairs, the discarded clothing and the tattered bag came into her view. Hadn't she had a faint vision about a portly boy as she had been concentrating on the surroundings of the cage during the last hour? Almost like an automaton, the girl moved forward to the clothing. It was all too familiar from her vision.

With shaky heads, she began to unbind the bag.

"Gareth!" she called the young human downstairs. Suddenly, she felt overwhelming forlorn on her own in this chamber. "Can you help me, please?"
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After a time Gareth pushes himself to his feet, his melancholy turning to frustration and anger. The scarred rogue vents his emotions like a bratty child: by breaking things. The man kicks in a cupboard door and flings a rolling pin across the room, and by the time he stops, doubled over and breathing heavily, several chairs lay in splinters around the small room.

As he looks about the room sickly green energy begins to crackle in his palm, but before things can escalate he hears Maja shout from upstairs. The young man races up the steps and bursts into the room, spellfire in one hand, rapier in the other, his eyes wild. When he sees Maja inspecting a bag and some cages, though, he curses....and relaxes.

"I thought you were in trouble. Next time call Renata if you need something."

Gareth can immediately see the hurt in Maja's eyes and shuffles over to her side, scuffing at the ground and too ashamed to hold Maja's gaze.

"But...I'm already here. How can I help?"

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Maja's face was white as chalk as she turned around to Gareth, the tattered bag in her hand. Her relief that he was here to stand by her outweighed any anger about the rogue's next attempt to make fun of her and her anxieties.

"Bones, meatless bones," she said voicelessly as she held out the bag to her comrade. "The small bones of a child. Held in one of these cages."

Tears ran down her pretty face. "The pies. The meat," she stammered.

The bones hadn't been ground as in her book and her fear that she had kneaded dough made with bone flour hadn't come true, but the reality wasn't any better.
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At first Gareth doesn't seem to understand what Maja is saying. The rogue glances at the bones, anger in his eyes, furious at the horrors this corrupted land seems to hide around every corner and behind every door. But then Maja connects the final dots for him.

"The pies. The meat," she stammered.

The colour slowly drains from Gareth's face as he stares at the bones, thinking of the massive bin downstairs, and of the cartload of pies the mother hag must have sold. And he had eaten...had had those dreams...felt odd...

Suddenly Gareth staggers aside and retches onto the floor, bringing up bile and little else. The man retches until tears stream down his face, until mucous runs from his nose, and keeps retching until he physically can't anymore. The harrowing sound gives way to violent coughing and at some point the coughing turns to sobs. Finally the rogue falls silent, his shoulders shuddering one last time. Gareth's eyes are bloodshot when they finally meet Maja's once more.

"Do they know? What they're eating? Do they know what happens to these kids...?"

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The ground level of the wretched windmill... the horrid bonegrinder is torn apart by Gauth and Gareth. Their twin anguish and grief coalesce into an orgy of destruction that does nothing to satisfy their desperate need for retribution or salvation.

In their zeal to burn the unholy edifice to the ground, the pair inadvertently uncover the coven of hag's meager belongings. Gauth finds that the cabinet contains wooden bowls full of herbs and baking ingredients, including flour, sugar, and several gourds of white powder. Hanging on the inside of the cabinet doors are a dozen of locks of hair.

Amid various concoctions are three small, labeled containers that hold elixirs. The first elixir, labeled Youth, is a golden syrup. The second elixir, is labeled Laughter, and looks to be a red tea. The third elixir, is a greenish milky liquid labeled Mother's Milk.

Anyone who climbs through the trapdoor will have reached the windmill's peak-a domed chamber filled with old machinery. There's not much room to move around and light slips into this attic through small holes in the walls. The attic is empty save for old abandoned bird nests.

The raven from earlier has vanished.

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Maja had taken Gareth in her arms. She pressed him against her body, trying to comfort him. "It is so disgusting that we could have never guessed. If you ask me the parents will have been tricked as well," she said in a sad tone. "And I helped them bake their pies!"

Again, that memory made her shudder. She looked gravely into his face. "I have thought that we should find out which children are missing and find their parents to tell them, but now I know better. I also shouldn't have told my findings to you, Gareth. I'm sorry."

She took his hands in hers. "Learning the truth doesn't make that unspeakable crime unhappen."

The 18-year old girl, much too young for the horrors of Ravenloft, had learned a bitter lesson today. And her next nightmare was inevitable.

Once she had taken a look at the room on the other side of the trapdoor and checked the rest of the furniture in the upper levels of the windmill, she returned with Gareth to the ground floor.

Silently, she watched Gauth and Gareth preparing the fire that would set the windmill aflame so that it would burn to its foundation walls.
That was a certainly a good idea. No longer would the hags be able to bake children into pies.

Was it?

Maja remembered how the hags had suddenly vanished from sight. They hadn't dissolved. They were still lurking. She had to immediately warn her friends!

I have to tell you something, everyone suddenly heard Maja's telepathic voice in their minds. Do you remember when I told you that Strahd's domain is on a demi-plane that is not directly connected to the Prime Material? But it is not that this plane of existence is not adjacent to any other plane. There are a few omnipresent planes like the Shadowfell, which also wrap Ravenloft's plane. The plane that should concern us is the Ethereal Plane. When Bella and Offalia vanished from sight, they didn't turn invisible, nor did they teleport away. No, they escaped into the Ethereal Plane, which is also the home of the ghosts. You can think of the Ethereal Plane as a ghostly version of our material world. When you are on that plane, you can see into the Material. You can be sure that the hags have been observing us all the time. Now you know why I am using telepathy. And I don't know how they will react if we burn down their home.

But the greatest danger is that they are able to go through walls and closed doors in their ethereal form, Maja continued to narrate what she had learned from her private studies. As long as they know where we are, we will never be safe again. They will strike and get their revenge when we are most vulnerable. When someone of us has separated from the rest or when we are sleeping.

Do you understand? There was panic in Maja's eyes as she proceeded with her silent communication. We either have to find a way to corner them or we will have to flee in a way so that they cannot follow our tracks while traveling on the ethereal plane.
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Renata, now helping to complete the pyre construction, winces from Maja's disconcerting transmission. Unable to respond in kind, the paladin lifts a chair, then holds Maja's eyes as she breaks off the legs and adds them to the pile.

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Tarton poked his head back in the door and saw the hags had vanished. He was confused and slunk about the outside of the mill, looking for a trap door or secret escape, something that may explain their disappearance besides magic. While he was skulking about, he heard some of the goings on inside and around the mill.

He returned to the front of the mill to see Renata digging a small grave and he turned away. Tarton had buried so many young ones on the road. It was a tough life, that of a gypsy, and it was particularly hard for the young. A tear slipped down his cheek and he slowly walked over. He put one hand on the giant's hip, "I'm sorry for this," he said solemnly. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, taking a moment to say goodbye to the youngster that he had never met, and lament the loss of one with so much life left to live.

Knowing that he had nothing to contribute to the physical endeavor, he sat down next to the door and slipped in Kiki's mind. He flew, first around the mill, looking for the raven, then farther afield, looking for any sign of the hags, or anything else.

The halfling left the bird with instructions to keep an eye out and let him know if she saw anything. When his pupils returned, he saw some of the others building pyres. He understood immediately and called forth a small flame in the palm of his hand. "Would you like to light it Gauth-Tori? I have a torch you can use, if you'd like." His head cocked to the side at Maja's voice in his thoughts and his eyes flicked to those around him. He shrugged, "Facking hags can come and reclaim the rubble if they want. Or they can go find something else to poison with their mundane tricks. They are useless leeches, and they've sullied this place now. It should be cleansed, their offensive stink should be purged. Let them watch if they like."

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For several long moments Gareth just wanted and against Maja, staring at the cages and imaging the children who have passed through them. Eventually the man's face hardens and he rises, drawing Maja with to her feet.

"Let's be done with this and get back to the others."

As the group coalesces on the main floor, Gareth joins Gauth in destroying the interior of the windmill, and the rogue evens cracks a smile when Renata pitches in. The smile slowly fades as Maja's voice floats into their minds and after a moment Gareth points a finger at the psychic.

We'll deal with them. We can plan an ambush with this knowledge. But I won't leave this slaughter house standing.

Aloud Gareth says, "Do you have the deed, Maja? We are the rightful owners of this place, and the hags have no right to it."

The rogue nods at Gauth and tosses some more kindling on the pile before he steps back to let Tarton present the Goliath with a torch.

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Maja’s voice was in his head as he worked breaking the table on his knee. It talked of the planes and the shadowfell, placing the hags in those domains. He paused two shattered planks in his hand and looked at her as she ‘spoke’. They will strike and get their revenge … the voice said we have to find a way to corner them or we will have to flee …

”Let them come and try” Gauth said out loud to the whole group gathered in the base of the mill. ”Hear me?” he called upwards into the mill’s space ”You want to stop this? You want revenge? Then show yourself you murderous hags!” and he placed the final planks in place.


The pyre was set … they’d all helped build it save Maja, who’d spoke her reservations in his head. ”Maja, we cannot let this place stand. It is a place of evil – it is soaked in evil deeds. If we leave it standing they will return and prey on other children, others’ blood will be on our hand.” his eyes bored into hers ”It has to stop, now”

Tarton handed him a flaming brand. ”I am indebted” he said formally with a slight bow.


Then flaming torch in hand he spoke to the group ”Tonight we light a candle for Arun-Tho” and he thrust the torch into the first wood pile, letting the kindling take and begin to burn ”We’ll take this cursed place from those Hags … let them find us if they can… if they do so they will find their doom” and he lit the second pyre ”And we shall raise such a candle that Strahd himself will see the light from his castle yonder and know that these visitors to his tribe are no easy fodder for his campaign of dominion.” and he lit the final pyre.


The three wood piles were taking fast, filling the mill with heat and smoke. ”Come. Let us not be slaves to evil whose foul hand strangles this land, just because it does deeds that chill our bones and tear at our souls. Let us show them we are not to be cowed. Let us take arms against them.”


Then shouting up into the conflagration ”Hear me you evil hags, I dare you to show yourself!”


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Ireena silently helps build the pyre, breaking small pieces of furniture as she drifts through the windmill, a ghost of herself. She hadn’t known… not really… not the whole truth. She works silently, her eyes rimmed with tears, her shoulders cowed to the truth that burns her already tattered soul.

“Who do you blame,” she whispers, “Did they have a choice?”

The burgomaster’s daughter turns to Renata. “Who do you blame?” she asks again, this time a bit more forcefully.

“We knew the pies… we knew they held something… extra. Those that ate them… continued to eat them… seemed to need to eat them. And we didn’t care.” Ireena throws up her hands and spins around. “Look around you!”

“Didn’t the people deserve their escape? An escape from the living hell that is this land?” Ireena shakes her head as the tears fall harder. “We didn’t know about the children… never… but now we know why she came at night… selling and collecting payment.”

Ireena looks at each of you. “They sold their children.” She looks to the floor and asks once again. “Who do you blame? Did they even have a choice or were they a prisoner to their horrible addiction?”

She walks to the doorway, looking in the direction of Strahd’s castle as flames begin to crawl up the windmill walls, shooting high into the dark grey mid-day sky. “Does it even matter?”



 
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Maja hadn't had any plans to discourage her friends from burning the windmill.

"I have no better idea," she whispered. "We cannot allow the hags to use their bakery anymore."

She had been a bit startled by Tarton's reaction. Hadn't he understood her? He shouldn't be so casual about it! If the hags crept up on the unprepared party, none of them would have a chance.

Maja, however, regained parts of her optimism when Gareth was addressing her. Planning an ambush would be a much better option than trying to run away from creatures that could travel like ghosts through walls and doors. Thanks to Gareth's magical whisper trick, she was able to communicate silently with him, allowing them to make plans that the hags wouldn't be able to overhear.

If someone is able to make up a plan to trick the hags into an ambush, it will be Gareth. She nodded at him. She had plenty of trust in his abilities to dupe people. We'll do that, she whispered telepathically back to him.

As they sifted through the rooms one last time before the pyre would be set aflame, Maja asked Gareth whether he had secured the rusty old sword. "I would like to take a closer look at it when we have the time. It may tell us some story."

Once they were outside and the windmill was burning, Maja stared into the fire for a long time. Ireena's words had silenced her. There was no easy answer to Ireena's question.

She turned away from the mill that would soon collapse and looked over the rainy landscape. What had their confinement in Strahd's lands done to its people's souls? Can they be measured by the same standards as those grown in Waterdeep or Silverymoon?

Maja looked at Lady Renata. What would the paladin answer?
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Gauth could feel the heat of the fire on his face as he watched the building burn. He felt no satisfaction.


Ireena was talking behind him. He took no notice of her, but he heard every word.


”You have choice, Ireena, always.” he said flatly, not even turning to her. ”We all do, every day, every moment. Whether we take a step here or there; pull our hood against the rain, or let it fall on our heads; whether we bring down the devils’ house or let them continue to terrorise the land. We have choice.”


He turned and stepped towards her, using his staff as a stick ”Our past should not cloud our choice, the devils should not cloud our choice. We are free – in every instance – to take our choice.” he slammed his staff into the mud for effect ”You are free Ireena, free to make your own choice.
But you bear responsibility for that choice too. So, make it well. There are no excuses – the devils, Strahd, this land – they cannot be blamed for your choice, it is yours.”


He reached and put a hand on her shoulder ”Do not allow your past choices to persecute you Ireena. You may regret them now, but it was you, then, that made them; not you, now. You, now, are a fresh soul with a new choice. A choice that can define you. Make it well Ireena.”


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Gareth nods at Maja, a wicked smile on his face. Once again he causally points a finger at the psychic.

This is their place of power. Without it, they're just a bunch of ugly....

"Sure, here, take it. Keep it if you want, it's not much use to me."

Gareth pulls the rusted blade from his belt and hands it over willingly, familiar now with Maja's ability to see an item's history. As he does so he overhears Ireena's conversation with Renata. The rogue listens, stunned by what he hears, and shakes his head as Gauth tries to console and encourage their charge.
Gareth was all for making a quick coin off the back of a sucker, but this was....evil. plain and simple.

For once the scarred man keeps his opinion to himself and simply walks away from the group, spitting into the mud as he goes.

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