Threats in the light of a fire

Every night turns colder than the last one here on the moors and more and more unknown creatures are coming by. We know they are there and, even if we can't see most of them, they do can see us.

Last night we were peacefully camping next to an improvised fire when the shapeshifters finally turned up. We believe they were a phooka and a puck. With some mixed feelings of excitement and growing fright we managed to talk to them for a while. That was our first "conversation" with supernatural creatures: an unfriendly conversation full of threats.

Fortunately we were wearing our iron amulets so they could not do us any harm. However they took everything else: our provisions, backpacks... and the Notebook.

Merry Christmas!!

Merry Christmas to everyone from Raul Guerra and Alvaro Herranz!!

Followed by shape-shifters?

As we learned last week, the moor is a place where one can easely get lost due to the presence of many stray sods during the day and will-o'-the-wisps at night. Also, we've seen animals with strange behaviour and a suspicios horse and a goat that have been appearing and desappearing during the last days.

We think that we are being folowed by some kind of shape-shipters...

Walking on circles

It's been a week sice we left the village to the moors and, after months of journey studying different kind of magical creatures, we don't understand how possibly we have been fooled by stray sods.

Remember watching where you step in and, if you feel disoriented, don't forget to turn your clothes inside out!

The Lord of the Hill

Thanks to the help of our new gnome friends, we were able to know in which hill the faeries were supposed to keep the kidnapped baby.

According to our sources, the burning of thorns on top of a faerie hill obligues the faeries to release captive children, so having studied the area during last week, and equiped with different means of protection against faeries, last night we went back to the hill.

At the very moment the smoke started to ascend to the sky, a group of creatures of different shape and size appeared right in front of us, leaded by who might be the Lord of the Hill, who after staring at us with a look of disdain, disappeared again followed by his crew, leaving after them a small nosy bale wrapped in fabrics. Hoping not to raise the wrath of the faeries towards the village, we left an offering of milk, honey and bread in its place.

Now the baby is in the village, safe with his mother . The only problem is how to make him eat human food again.

Help from below

The child is still missing. Everyone in the village have been searching for more than a week already, but no trace of the baby at all, and the bad weather doesn't help.

Today we've been searching in the moors again and, while the mother prays for help from above, we might have found it from below...

The Changeling

We have spent more than two weeks stuck in the village hadrly able to leave the inn due to the bad weather. With the exception of the household brownie who lives in the tavern and steals cookies every night, we've not been able to study other cases of paranormal activity... until today's afternoon.

A weeping woman has entered the inn desesperately asking for us. She was carrying what seemed to be a baby wrapped in a blanket. But it was not.

Faeries have stolen her child.