Very,
very few people are yammering on about a peculiar occurence which took place in the cemetery behind the Sanctuary yesterday evening. We're talking
very few...two peasants, three...maybe four at the most. Anyone else either didn't see it or just plain couldn't give half a damn about it.
According to the rumors, a young beetle-helmed gnome believed to be the last surviving member of the Okie tribe was poking around in the cemetery, plucking earthworms out of the ground and eating them, when he suddenly...exploded.
Yep. Spontaneously exploded. Boom. It was a rather messy explosion, too. Adventurer's gear flying everywhere, little gnome bones charred to a crisp...messy.
Several Vallakian witch hunters may or may not have assured the townsfolk that reports of a Forfarian-like redheaded witch and a badly wounded wolf (a
normal, regular, ordinary wolf,
not a dog and
not the
dire kind of wolf that's so trendy among animal-consorting witches...) leaving the cemetery around that time were likely the products of a trick of the light, or drunken hallucinations or whatnot. As Petre the Vistani may or may not have assured us, the nearest witch-and-wolf duo was off in the nearby caves killing a metric ton of bakhna rakhna, who as everyone knows deserve a monumental rash of hot and bloody witchcraft-induced death for being the absolute most incredibly annoying magic-arrow-nocking archers this side of the Shadow Rift.
So clearly Okie the Gnome (one of many) ate a bad batch of earthworms and exploded from highly flammable intestinal gas or somesuch. The people of Barovia would surely offer their sincerest mourning and heartfelt condolences to the Okie tribe during this time of grief, sorrow, exploding bowels and apparent extinction if only the Barovians could be bothered to feel pity for those filthy fey bastards....
( // ...and that's our story and we're sticking to it. Right, Bud?
)