Vulcan, Kravik, Aydlott --- you accept the farmer's offer of a dinner and a night of rest, deciding that to go back to town while giant locusts prowl would be a...well, perhaps not the best of plans. The food is light and delicious --- steamed vegetables, squashes and corn charred slightly above a fire, with a bit of well-cooked chicken on the side. It rejuvenates you, readies you for whatever's coming next. 

As you begin to clean the plates, moving around the small kitchen, scrubbing vigorously while you chat amicably, a chittering noise comes from outside --- a loud outburst, and then silence again. The farmer carefully puts down his plate, then raises a finger, motioning you towards the door. He grabs his pitchfork, holding it tightly. Then, pushing open the door, he runs out into the night. 

Following him, you see a scene of chaos --- dimly lit by the moon, a couple of giant conglomerations --- things of many legs and appendages, the size of horses, moving rapidly through the crops. As they hop around the fields, corn turns black and crumbles under their touch. Although you stand in plain sight, none of them come towards you. "There you go," the farmer says. "Those are what's been plaguing me." 

Kyvir holds his head, a splitting headache going over him as he slowly get's up, his wings flair and he looks at who he bumped into.

"Hey! Watch where you're going man! People are walking here."

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Vulcan, Kravik, Aydlott --- you accept the farmer's offer of a dinner and a night of rest, deciding that to go back to town while giant locusts prowl would be a...well, perhaps not the best of plans. The food is light and delicious --- steamed vegetables, squashes and corn charred slightly above a fire, with a bit of well-cooked chicken on the side. It rejuvenates you, readies you for whatever's coming next. 

As you begin to clean the plates, moving around the small kitchen, scrubbing vigorously while you chat amicably, a chittering noise comes from outside --- a loud outburst, and then silence again. The farmer carefully puts down his plate, then raises a finger, motioning you towards the door. He grabs his pitchfork, holding it tightly. Then, pushing open the door, he runs out into the night. 

Following him, you see a scene of chaos --- dimly lit by the moon, a couple of giant conglomerations --- things of many legs and appendages, the size of horses, moving rapidly through the crops. As they hop around the fields, corn turns black and crumbles under their touch. Although you stand in plain sight, none of them come towards you. "There you go," the farmer says. "Those are what's been plaguing me." 

 OOC: To be clear, are these swarms, large creatures, or swarms of large creatures? I'm trying to picture if there are 2 large creatures, 2 swarms of creatures, or something else.