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 Farmstead and the surrounding lands. He, his family and his group of loyal and swarthy Farmhands worked the fields day in, day out, providing grain, flour, livestock feed, and other kinds of agricultural goods for the Hamlet. However, after losing a substantial portion his crops to a blight for the second time in a year, the Miller went to the Ancestor and desperately pleaded for help to save his farm. Though at first, he was repulsed by the Miller's disheveled and ragged appearance he soon accepted his request. However, his acceptance was not out of altruistic intent, but rather because it afforded him an opportunity to use his newly acquired knowledge. For by that time the Ancestor, in his quest for forbidden knowledge, had begun to delve into the darker side of astrology, studying the movement and relative positions of the heavens to glean information about the supernatural and otherworldly events.

Not long after the Ancestor rendered his assistance, an eerie glowing comet came screaming from beyond the darkest reaches of the cosmos and struck the Windmill with terrible force.

By all rights, the Windmill should have collapsed entirely, but the parts that were not outright destroyed in the impact seemed to remain floating in the air in nearly the exact same places they were when the Windmill was whole. From within the Windmill, an eerie, otherworldly glow shone from the half-ruined building and an equally eerie pale blue mist flowed forth from the wreckage like vaporous blood. Everywhere this mist went and on everything it touched, mysterious crystals began to grow like a mysterious fungus. Soon the entire area around the Windmill was covered by this strange plague.

The Miller, his family and Farmhands went to investigate, but 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....