Where: On a rise beside the road west, at the end of the second day’s travel from Tser Pool Encampment — roughly two days short of Vallaki.
Status: 🔴 Theirs — for now. We fought the coven, lost, and fled with Vasha. Radu is still chained inside; Vasha watches the mill from the treeline; and we gave our word: we come back.
First seen: Session 6, at dusk, with a full moon somewhere above the clouds. Fled: Session 7, at speed.
The place
A windmill leaning on its rise like a thing trying to turn its face away — onion-domed, sails in tatters, windows dark with grime, vanes turning without wind. And rolling off the whole place, warm and sweet and wrong: the smell of herbs and freshly baked pies.
Mark this well: behind the mill, at the forest’s edge, stands a henge of old standing stones. Nobody has had a chance to look at them closely — there was screaming — but the menhir on the road is fresh in everyone’s mind.
What happened here (so far)
We fell back to the road so Fëanor could get his magic eyes on — and five minutes into the ritual, Granny came down the road with her cart. The pleasantries lasted exactly as long as it took Sirius to hear the muffled screaming from inside the cart. Then:
- Granny ran — faster than any old woman has ever run — shrieking at the mill: “Bella! Ophelia!”
- The cart held a woman bound and gagged in a net of silver, who begged us not to cut her free: “I am cursed. The net is silver. It’s stopping me turning.” She was bitten; the moon above the clouds is full; the net stays on at her own insistence until dawn.
- Her partner — a werewolf born, not bitten — is captive inside the mill. “If you can save him…”
- The mill door burst open on three hags, Granny’s own warped purple face among them — the thing called Morgantha: “You shouldn’t have poked your nose in, dearies.”
How it ended (Session 7)
With two of us as frogs, one invention as scrap, and all of us running. Bella frogged Sirius (“you, winged one”), Morgantha frogged Osric, Lily sprinted into the coven to pocket both frogs and took claws across the back for it, and Morgantha smashed Clover — “and take your toy, too.” We fled downhill dragging Vasha’s silver net. The hags stood in their doorway, laughed, and went back inside. Full accounting on Granny the Pie-Seller’s page — including the one weakness we now know: break the coven of three, and the rest weaken.
At dawn, by our fire, Vasha told us what the pies are made of — see Vasha and Radu; we cremated every pie we carried — and stayed behind to scout the mill against our return. Radu is still in there, being harvested.
The standing debts of this place
- Radu, chained beside the millstone. Our word is given.
- The coven, intact and smug. See above re: our word.
- The henge of old standing stones behind the mill — still unexamined. There was never a quiet moment. The stones bear the same winged, three-eyed woman as the road menhir; whatever they are, they were there before the hags, and they’ll be there when the hags are dealt with.
Open questions
- Can we split one hag off before the full moon comes back around for Vasha?
- What does the henge want — and is it connected to the lady of ravens on Sirius’s card?
The full record: S6 field notes · S7 field notes.