I'm trying to remember the title and author of a short story in White Dwarf magazine from the eighties.
All I can remember is a travelling wizard type arriving at a small village which is being terrorised by some kind of demon (spelt Daemon, maybe). Shape shifting is involved somehow. I remember it being very dark and atmospheric and the use of magic very well done, shamanistic, animalistic even. I think it may have been set in winter, or at least a cold and inhospitable landscape.