Bonegrinder

''The windmill is a black shape against the gray sky. Its vanes turn—slowly, slowly, steadily. Like an old woman, hunched and broken, it creaks and groans. The scrubby bushes and small trees that surround it shield it some from the wind. As you approach, you see shimmering fruits on the branches, silhouetted against unexpectedly dark trunks. The smell of fresh pastry drifts down on the wind, and light streams from an open window.''

Old Bonegrinder was home to the three hags of Vallaki. Granny, Bella, and Offalia. In this windmill, they baked their Dream Pastries and ground up the bones of children they had traded for. The hags planted a variety of strange trees with black, slightly squishy skin, and bright fruit. The three megaliths hidden behind the windmill feature poems carved in druidic, splashed with blood of varying freshness.

The Poems:

The Ladies Three of Barovia

Here you find the standing stones/ The marker of the fanes/ Where the wind through menhir moans/ A fading spirit wanes

The ladies three fought zealously/ To hold fast to this land/ But devil dark did jealously/ Strip it from their hand

With darkest rite in darkest night/ With profane deed and thought/ The devil dark did strip the light/ From this sacred plot

A Lady stands before, behind/ A lady stands beside/ The Ladies three you will not find/ Their spirits now preside.

Megalith 1:

A Lady stands before you soon/ Her eyes are turned ahead/ In a temple made of gold/ She sleeps entombed in dread

Megalith 2:

A Lady stands behind you, then/ Her gaze is caught in thread/ In a ruined village cold/ She chokes on dreams of red

Megalith 3:

A lady races past you now/ Her eyes on where she's led/ Beneath a tree eternity old/ She mingles with the dead.