Auburn Mill [24x36] | 10 Variants

Nestled amid whispering fields and crooked fences, Auburn Mill looks every bit the picture of rustic peace. Generations of farmhands have toiled here, quiet folk who tend their land with the kind of devotion that borders on reverence. The mill’s timbers are old, but solid—too solid, some say, as if the wood itself refuses to rot.

Yet lately, whispers drift down from Ashwick Crossing. They say the land around the mill hums at dusk, that strange lights flicker between the trees when the moon is thin. Some claim the soil was once blessed by the fey… others, that it was cursed. Old wives speak of pacts made in forgotten tongues, of roots that reach deeper than any man dares to dig.

Of course, most dismiss it as backwoods superstition—until the mayor’s two sons rode that way one evening… and never came home.

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Includes

• 24x36 Battle map of a whimsical yet mysterious wind and water mill

• 10 Variants: Autumn, Autumn Sunset, Haunted Night, Haunted Night 2, Haunted Portal, Night, Spring, Summer, Summer Night, and Wonderland

Points of Interest

• Windmill - Its sails creak though no wind blows, turning slow as if moved by unseen hands. Locals say each rotation marks the passing of another soul bound to the land.

• Graveyard - Weathered stones lean toward the mill as if drawn to it. Some nights, faint whispers rise from the soil—names long forgotten.

• Ancient Ruins - Crumbled stone arches overgrown with ivy hum faintly at dusk. Those who linger claim to glimpse ghostly figures dancing in circles beneath the moonlight.

• Barn - Once filled with grain and livestock, now eerily quiet. Strange sigils have been carved into the beams, there meanings lost to time.

• River - The water runs smoothly down stream, across the mossy covered rocks. At night, it reflects stars that don’t match the sky.

• Watermill - The wheel turns against the current, whispering as it spins. Some say Fey power still flows through its gears.

• Workshop - Tools hang in perfect order and in pristine condition. Blueprints lay on the table of something weird, something grand.

• Storage Shed - Locked tight with rusted chains and charms of protection. Whatever’s inside was meant to stay buried.

• Well - Its water runs sweet, too sweet, with a shimmer like moonlight caught in glass. A voice sometimes calls from its depths, soft and pleading.

• Camp - The fire here never seems to burn out once lit. Travelers who rest near its glow wake to find strange footprints circling their bedrolls.