Gathering Mists

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There was a strange...commotion in the forest when I awoke this day. It seemed to be centered around the hill of the Twin Gods statues. Curiosity took the better of, as I found myself making my way over to see what the matter could be.
Odd... Fog seemed to appear out of nowhere. And it only became thicker as I approached my destination, with wolves making themselves known through their distant howls. At least they
stayed distant...
Many deer were gathered at the hill, and the reason for this...
...a behemoth of a deer, with rotten hide and skull for face! And those antlers...
...they were like my own!
What was this?? Are my antlers of darkness then?
I did not know what to make of this, but could not contemplate it at the time, for something else caught my eye.
I had not noticed right away, but the deer here...they were all as miniature versions of the giant one they danced around! Had he done this to them?
As I watched, my question was answered. The light of spells being cast on this creature. Instead of affecting this beast, they would reflect back on the caster, giving the equivalent "zombie" appearance of what I assume had been cast.
...was there a reason they all wished to look undead?
I know that mask of bone changes one's voice, and....wait a moment. I had never gotten to enjoy voice-changing masks much before, thanks to my past muteness.
I found myself tempted to join the fun of these other deer.
If only for today...

Even the music one hears while dancing seemed to fit with the occasion.
I wonder if this all is related to All Hallow's Eve. Is it that time of year already?
There is also talk of whether this..Big Zombie Deer, as he is called, would awaken again.
I am...somewhat intrigued, but also apprehensive of this.
But I should like to see this for myself some time.

I remain,

Bastilion