Saint Patrick's day

Last night, after midnight, this little fellow knocked the door of the small house. He came riding a big black-faced sheep towing a big barrel of beer. When our hostess saw him a radiant smile of happines was drawn on her face and she let him in.

Before putting the barrel in the kitchen and driving the sheep to the barn we joined them. It seems this little leprechaun was an old friend of the hermit and every year he visits her bringing with him a lot of beer, which also shared with us this year.

For some reason we fail to gasp the barrel seemed to never empty, and after several pints we decided to retreat, having lost the hope of initiating a lucid conversation with the leprechaun. Yet he gave us a bag of gold nto each before we left. Then he and the old woman continued drinking, laughing and remembering te past non-stop until the morrow.

When we got up this morning the only trace that remained of the leprechaun were to bags filled with leaves and a terrible hangover.

The Hermit

Before being attacked by the shape-shifters few weeks ago, we walked through the moors until an old hermit brought us to her cabin, where we’ve been staying since then.

 She is an eccentric woman with odd habits. For some unknown reason she refuses telling us her name, but from the first moment she offered us a shelter and welcomed us as guests. She has provided us with clothes and food and a roof to sleep under. In return, we help her in anything she needs and have fixed some damage in her ramshackle hut.

 Her hospitability is being helpful as we explore new areas of the moors and try to find out how to get our Notebook back.

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.