The Pallid Husk giggles to himself through the burlap tatters of his True Face.

So much excitement these past few weeks! Sure there were setbacks, that pesky Rat-Thing had proven to be a greater threat than previously expected, but it was nothing a little singing couldn't solve!

The Pallid Husk crawled from the rotting tree stump where he made his home, and examined the forest. Its warmth was fading, Winter's fingers were sliding through the dirt. Time to relocate, someplace a little warmer, someplace where prey might be more likely to turn up.

He begins to sing a song, nasal and circular in nature. He doesn't even understand most of the words coming out of his mouth, but that's ok, The Pallid Husk is but a vessel, he gave up his True Name many moons ago.

He spins in circles as he sings, letting his arms flail like ribbons in the breeze. His rotting teeth sting in the cold air, but The Pallid Husk keeps singing, once it has begun, to stop is sacrilege.

The Pallid Husk's sight turns to all things Yellow, dead leaves, fungus on the trees, the urine running down his leg. It is good, because Yellow provides answers, power, and nourishment.

@nyarlathotep rolls: (20) + (2) +(2) = 24
The Environment Rolls: (10)

Yellow opens to him, and he pitches his voice even louder, spins even faster. The Yellow Road will be revealed to him, or he will die trying! He feels its cloying smell wash over him, and for a moment The Pallid Husk loses consciousness.

We he awakens, he finds that the tattered scraps of cloth on his face have been replaced, mended. Where once they were brown and stained, now they are pure and Yellow. A good omen.

Better yet are the trail of dead yellow leaves that lead him to a group of weary drifters. He will sing to them as they sleep tonight... and lure them to his cause...

@nyarlathotep's mythos goes to +3! Also you rolled a natural 20, so you will have a perk to choose from next session!