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paradisalogs2014-12-22 10:20 am
paradisamods) wrote in paradisalogs2014-12-22 10:20 am
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let it snow, let it snow
Who: All residents
What: The weather shifts, a stranger arrives, and escape to another castle is necessary
When: 22nd and 23rd
Where: The winter village
The change in the idyllic winter weather is small at first. A slight increase in the wind and the rustling of pine needles, followed by the tiniest flurries of snow. Looking to the south however, the building storm can be seen in distance, like a wall of low clouds moving slowly towards the tiny village.
It's not long afterward that the figure of a man appears on the north end of the woods. He barely makes a sound as he passes over the snow, and his form is covered in clothes of black, from his leather boots to the hooded cloak he wears draped around his spare frame. He has a sword on his his hip, but he doesn't appear to be here for a fight. Instead, he lowers his hood, to reveal the face of a young man with long black hair and an unsmiling face.
"You really are out here," he says, not bothering with anything so polite as an introduction or preamble, "Listen to me. The storm is coming. You all have to leave. I can lead you to shelter, but we don't have much time."
THE STRANGER | THE ESCAPE | THE CASTLE
What: The weather shifts, a stranger arrives, and escape to another castle is necessary
When: 22nd and 23rd
Where: The winter village
The change in the idyllic winter weather is small at first. A slight increase in the wind and the rustling of pine needles, followed by the tiniest flurries of snow. Looking to the south however, the building storm can be seen in distance, like a wall of low clouds moving slowly towards the tiny village.
It's not long afterward that the figure of a man appears on the north end of the woods. He barely makes a sound as he passes over the snow, and his form is covered in clothes of black, from his leather boots to the hooded cloak he wears draped around his spare frame. He has a sword on his his hip, but he doesn't appear to be here for a fight. Instead, he lowers his hood, to reveal the face of a young man with long black hair and an unsmiling face.
"You really are out here," he says, not bothering with anything so polite as an introduction or preamble, "Listen to me. The storm is coming. You all have to leave. I can lead you to shelter, but we don't have much time."
THE STRANGER | THE ESCAPE | THE CASTLE
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People lived here once, but all fled to the castle when the came year after year. You don't think they picked up and left for no reason, do you?
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OK. Who are They?
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You probably can't, but if it eases your mind, you can walk behind me. That way I can't stab you in the back. [smirk]
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Don't be too long.
[He'll stay where he is though, watching the southern horizon, as shifting shapes begin to slowly appear in the haze.]
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What's that?