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Child of the West
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: Watching President Fillmore ride a unicorn
Posts: 2,132
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I apologize for the delay
It was a confusing night and once again the villager gathered to discuss. Like the past two days they woke to find one villager missing. It was the mild mannered seamstress, Folwren. No one had any hope for her being alive. With heavy hearts the villagers trudged off to Folwren’s house. Her door had been forced open and it was clear she had struggled to hold the wolves back. They found Folwren’s body next to her sewing machine. The wolves had made a mockery of her humble work by sewing her mouth shut and with hot pink thread at that. But what surprised them more than anything was the broad sword that protruded from Folwren’s abdomen. No one had seen it before, but slowly two plus two became four. The sword had been Folwren’s secret, she had been their ranger and now their protection against the wolves was gone. LIVING JennyHallu ~ Friendly neighborhood tax collector Eonwe ~ Hermit Firefoot ~ Person who runs the stables Roa_Aoife ~ Local protestor/ lobbyist Valier ~ Dance instructor Nogrod ~ Pipe-weed grower Elu Ancalime ~ Brass Musician Gandalf_the _white ~ Magician Mithalwen ~ Baker/confectioner DEAD Kitanna (mod)~ Stabbed with a letter opener on Night One Wilwarin (hunter)~ Flogged to death on Day One Thinlómien (ordo) ~ Dropped dead from fright on Night Two Sleepy Ranger (ordo) ~ Eaten by penguins on Day Two Folwren (ranger) ~ Sewed shut and run through on Night Three
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