Muttering something about how allocating sufficient parking for every member is just as important as knowing the ancient mysteries of the ancients, you turn your car towards the lawn.
Although most of the manor’s lawns seem to be immaculately cut and filled with all manner of beautiful flowers and ornate hedgerows, you spot an overgrown patch of grass that both time and the groundskeeper seem to have forgotten.
It isn’t an ideal parking space, but at least the members of the Order won’t be able to moan at you for ruining their perfect lawn. Smiling to yourself, you ease the car onto the overgrown grass and slowly come to a halt. Obviously the seventh curse moon of Garlach Koch isn’t quite the fearsome thing that the astrological charts made it out to be.
Still, as you step out of the car into the pouring rain, you look up at the moon and smirk at it – it glowers back at you. As you squelch your way towards the edge of the overgrown lawn, you hear something crack loudly under your feet. For a second, you think that it’s a twig – but there don’t seem to be any trees around. Nervously, you look down. It’s a skeleton! Well, most of a skeleton.
Looking around, you see another skeleton on the ground a few feet away from you. This one looks more gnarled and wizened than the one you’re currently standing on. You’re sure that there has to be a logical explanation for this. After all, they’re probably just old Halloween decorations that the groundskeeper forgot to throw away, right?
Before you can think about this much more, you hear a quiet rattling sound behind you. You turn around and see yet another skeleton resting on the ground behind you. A skeleton that wasn’t there before!
Fun fact: Skeletons are nowhere near as evil or fierce as horror movies often make them out to be. In fact, they’re actually rather hospitable to anyone who happens to stray upon their ancient ground. But, well, what kind of host would leave their guest standing on the roof in the middle of a thunderstorm, when there’s warm tea and crumpets waiting in the coffins below?
In fact, skeletal hospitality is so well renowned that one hundred percent of their guests quickly end up becoming skeletons themselves. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, I guess.
Still, if being a skeleton isn’t your cup of tea, you might want to…..