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 striking a deal with the devil disguised in human skin, the Miller and Farmhands began to construction of Stone Slabs around the Farmstead and it’s acres of land. Under watchful eye and instructions of the Ancestor, each slab was adored with elaborate carvings of arcane texts, blasphemous equations and unknowable constellations. While the Miller believed that enchanted slabs would help his farm, unbeknownst to the him and the rest of Farmstead’s inhabits the Ancestor had turned their farms and surrounding farmland into a giant Celestial Array designed to search the infinite blackness of space and to draw in a unnameable cosmic terror to our world. The Ancestor was planning to capture the cosmic entity and harvest it for all it’s knowledge and parts. While it would take many years about he would see any results he quietly imagined with sadistic glee when unnameable thing came fallen from the sky it would destroy that ugly windmill that was in the center of his Celestial Array.

Many years passed and things have gone worse for the Miller and his family, when the Miller made a deal with the Ancestor he did not know that he would be effectively giving over all land he owned to his "benefactor". While the Ancestor allowed the Miller and his family to live on their ancestral farm, they were basically forced to work the fields and give large amount of what they grow to their new land lord, leaving them with not much to sell at Hamlet. And make things even worse the Ancestor hired a group of sadistic Foremen that more akin to slave drivers to keep the Farmhands in check.

Not long after the Ancestor died, 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....

And so the poor Miller became thrice the Victim; first the seasons took is livelihood, than the Ancestor took his land, and as the finally insult, the Comet to his humanity. Even now he still wanders the Farmstead, frozen in time with no memory, yet unable to forget and have become the Overlord of the crystalline corpses that infest the countryside. His sad wails maddingly echoing through space and time as he commanded his army of Husks to search for his family and his beloved wife, but they are unable to find them and ended up themselves lost within distortions caused by Comet.

Begin so close to crash site of Comet, the distortions are so strong that time itself starts to slowdown or accelerated, and time starts to flow back and forward that people creatures and objects are displaced through space and time. It unknown how long the Miller has been trapped within those distortions but it could be more than an eternity.

End his suffering so that may find peace in death.