Miller

"Blight had struck the harvest again that year and the Miller was despite. He came to me, hat clutched tightly in filthy fingers, stinking of sweat and manure. Seated comfortably in observatory, surrounded by telescopes and other delicate apparatus, I recognized his misfortune as an opportunity, and I agreed to lend him my... expertise."

The Miller was once a normal human being and the owner of the Old Windmill and its surrounding acres. He, his Family and his group of loyal Farmhands worked the fields, providing grain, flour and other kinds of produce for the Hamlet. However after blight had stuck that year’s harvest for second time, in desperation the Miller went to the Lord of the Estate and pleaded for help. At that same moment in time, the Ancestor was delving deep into Darker Side of Astrology, in his quest for forbidden knowledge he was studying of the movements and relative positions of celestial objects as a means for divining more information about the supernatural and otherworldly events. While he was first disgusted by disheveled appearance of the Miller, the Ancestor saw an opportunity to use his new acquired knowledge to "help" the poor farmer.

However, all that came to an end when an eerie glowing comet came from the darkest reaches of space, screaming out of the sky and striking the Windmill with terrible force.

By all rights, the Windmill should've collapsed entirely, but the parts that were not destroyed by the impact remained floating in the air nearly in the exact places when the mill was whole. An otherworldly glow shone from the half-destroyed building as eerie turquoise mist flowed from its ruined side like vaporous blood. Strange crystals started to grow on everything the mist touched - rocks, buildings, trees and crops - a mysterious mineral plague slowly corrupting and consuming any plant that dared grow near the Old Windmill.

The Miller and his Farmhands went to investigate, but they never returned. There has been no word from the farm in a fortnight, save for the unearthly groaning that echoes from the ruin of the mill…