from Wigwam

[lokilani]

Hello everybody!
Wigwam don’t usually write things to people. Wigwam saw this story left about here and there. Wigwam thought you should see it. Wigwam has been seeing people prepare for this lately everywhere in Ravenholt. Wigwam seeing people make skulls out of paper or wood or even stone, and then paint them so pretty. Some wild men take old skulls of their ancestors or their enemies and paint those too. Lots of painting going on. Yup. Anyway, Wigwam thinks if you want, you should paint some skulls pretty, around the eyes and on the forehead. Wigwam will bring some old painted skulls to town too. Then Wigwam thinks you leave them outside your home to keep you safe when old Dark Things come out.
Bye!
-Wigwam

~Lullaby~

The Darkness comes
The Madness hums
Barriers, they are a’failing
The fog creeps through
Old Evil seeks you
It feasts upon the wailing

In Ancient days
‘fore Wards were made
By magics of Elven Kings
No place was safe
From words It spake
Or the wicked touch o’ such things.

Yet born from pain
A doll-maker came
With tricks and tales of wives
Papa, some called Him
With a visage most grim
But he saved them all their lives.

Old Darkness comes
And the Madness hums
And the wards they will be broken
So place His Charm
And keep safe from harm
Lullaby’s precious Token

Old Wives knew well
The tricks and spells
To banish the foul and rotten
But ages passed
New Magics cast
And such has been forgotten

But with old Evil
There comes retrieval
Of Papa’s ancient warding
To stay safe at night
From monstrous sights
Place down ol’ Papa’s Warning.
Hello everybody! Wigwam don’t usually write things to people. Wigwam saw this story left about here and there. Wigwam thought you should see it. Wigwam has been seeing people prepare for this lately everywhere in Ravenholt. Wigwam seeing people make skulls out of paper or wood or even stone, and then paint them so pretty. Some wild men take old skulls of their ancestors or their enemies and paint those too. Lots of painting going on. Yup. Anyway, Wigwam thinks if you want, you should paint some skulls pretty, around the eyes and on the forehead. Wigwam will bring some old painted skulls to town too. Then Wigwam thinks you leave them outside your home to keep you safe when old Dark Things come out. Bye! -Wigwam ~Lullaby~ The Darkness comes The Madness hums Barriers, they are a’failing The fog creeps through Old Evil seeks you It feasts upon the wailing In Ancient days ‘fore Wards were made By magics of Elven Kings No place was safe From words It spake Or the wicked touch o’ such things. Yet born from pain A doll-maker came With tricks and tales of wives Papa, some called Him With a visage most grim But he saved them all their lives. Old Darkness comes And the Madness hums And the wards they will be broken So place His Charm And keep safe from harm Lullaby’s precious Token Old Wives knew well The tricks and spells To banish the foul and rotten But ages passed New Magics cast And such has been forgotten But with old Evil There comes retrieval Of Papa’s ancient warding To stay safe at night From monstrous sights Place down ol’ Papa’s Warning.