Whispers of the Crimson Fields

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In the dim recesses of the villages and towns surrounding Arabel's capital, fearful whispers and hushed voices intertwine among the common folk, perpetuating tales of grotesque rites that have begun to fester across the countryside. A brutally murdered bandit here, a gory human sacrifice there, each more harrowing and sanguine than its predecessor, all converging upon the same accursed fields, leaving the earth steeped in crimson.

Most farmers are loath to venture into the bloodied soil, yet those who are either desperate or foolish enough to undertake such a task speak of an unearthly fertility that surpasses the last. Whether there is veracity in these claims, or if they are but heretical mutterings born of madness, remains obscured in the fog of dread that cloaks the land.

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Blood stains the fields around Arabel, with human corpses and horrific humanoid remains scattered across the countryside. The common folk tread cautiously, while others have started to view the grim scenery as a twisted blessing.

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Farmers to the West of Arabel who ventured out to tend to their crops early one morning were met with a shocking scene: entire fields had been overturned as if a violent struggle had taken place. However, it wasn’t just the trampled earth and their crops that sent shivers down their spines; a strange mixture of blood soaked into the soil, mingling with what appeared to be remnants of charred remains scattered throughout the fields.

As rumours spread, farmers described a heavy, acrid stench that lingered in the air, reminiscent of burnt flesh. Theories are running rampant, from wild animal attacks to dark rituals conducted by secretive cults, but no one can explain how such a gruesome scene had unfolded so close to home. Some favour purging the fields, fearing diseases. Whilst others dare not anger whatever it may have been that brought such amounts of blood and death.