A host of bizarre creatures dwell in the hilly frontier between Gore and Thring. Knights who must quest through these lands pray for the sight of a farmstead or cottage over the next hill. Some of these weary knights become prey to the hunting huts.
The hunting huts are three very large mimics that have moved above ground to find bigger prey.
They lurk in the center of an abandoned farmstead and adopt the appearance of a stone barn, a cottage and an outhouse, all meticulously rustic and weather-beaten. When travelers approach any of them, they spring to life. The doors and windows erupt with slobbering mouths and tendrils. The hunting huts are hungry but far from mindless. If they are being bested by their prey, they will offer some treasure from their gullets or information about the region in exchange for their lives.
The mimic that poses as the cottage is the chattiest and most erudite of the trio. It prefers highly intelligent victims because it enjoys debating and bantering with them as they are slowly digested in its inner gullet. It finds its more vulgar companions tedious, creating a tension that may someday drive them apart.
Hooks
- Who are the huts digesting right now?
- What kind of treasure have they accumulated over their career?
- What happened to the real farmstead?
- Where did these mimics come from?
- What insight can the huts give about the frontier?
