Ossinett

Eight flayed men were strung up in the forest, their bodies equidistant in a circle clearing. At their centre, a great pile of bloody flesh and was carefully laid out in spiral. The sight was hideous but what truly stuck out was the smell, the smell of death so cruel lingered in Ser Don's nose as a unsettlingly familiar guest. The sooner they moved on from Stormberg's vicious forests the better, even war in the south was favourable to whatever horror this was. The Cornayan Fa