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HERE BE MONSTERS - COMBAT STAGE by Scribbleloupe, literature
Literature
HERE BE MONSTERS - COMBAT STAGE
HERE BE MONSTERS
STAGE TWO: COMBAT
PLEASE NOTE: THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE, DEATH, BODILY HORROR, AND SUGGESTIONS OF CANNIBALISM. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
Asta:1,506 | Haunani:1,486 | Portia:1,041 | Dagmar:1,655 | Zahara:1,764 | Zagan:819 | Noah:699 | Domhnall:516 | Kana:1,551 | Lyngvi:1,904 | Maeve:972 | Akitah:1,795 | Lainara:893 | Twelve:818
Location: The Wastes; Falconry Village
Season: Winter
Summary: Answering the call of the guild masters, Traders from across the Wastes have come to investigate what has happened in Falconry Village….
CHECKPOINT FOUR
INVESTIGATING THE HUTS
Kana and Noah move towards the edge of the village together, readying their weapons. A glint of unusually bright metal shines in the undergrowth below the trees, and up in the boughs of a conifer on the edge, a dark shape among the branches shifts…
An arrow flies from the woods towards Kana, followed quickly by a muffled shout from the woods. A second arrow thuds into the
LE - Twelve - Odd Stranger by Scribbleloupe, literature
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LE - Twelve - Odd Stranger
Odd Stranger
Twelve & Peaches
938 | 1064
Season: Early Summer
Summary: Moving along the path towards Ketta Village, in his own roundabout way, Twelve encounters another Trader. Initially thinking to mess with her, he finds her to be good company, and the two continue on together.
TWELVE
His throat warbled with broken song as he trotted along the path beside the main road. He knew full well that his song might draw in unwanted attention - yet he remained unbothered - gleeful, even. His eyes flicked impartially over the woods edge hunting for movement, any flicker of shadow against the deeper darkness. He’d thought he was being stalked by something, but lacked certainty as to what it might be.
It was not an unwelcome thought - the thrill of the hunt - even though he might be the one being hunted. There was the slight crunch of snow beneath paws not his own - and there, a snap of a twig beneath the weight of more than simply a squirrel or prey creature. He wondered if perhaps a