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Poisoned FruitPoisoned Fruit by Crimson-Forest-Farm
Featuring Urs the Bear
Mentioning of King Nazam, NPC Grey Guard, NPC Herdmembers
Autumn, Year 759 of the New Age
MoonPool, Oakfern Territory
Urs's Word Count: 1,308
The murmurs of confused fawnlings filled the air with a hum as they filed into the large cavern. Does and stags, teeny fawns and growing yearlings. Some came up to him, asking what was going on. Due to the last minuteness of this meeting through, the King hadn’t informed his group what exactly was going on.
Calmly though, he would reply the best he could. "Our king has an announcement for the herd." The stag watched their faces grow confused as they whispered in hushed tones, gathering in their respective places.
Nazam appeared at the overhang and the herd grew silent.
“We will ret
Traveler's ShoesTraveler's Shoes by Crimson-Forest-Farm
Featuring Njord The Pirate and Ember
Iron Hills, Silverthorne
Njord's Word Count: 1,118
Ember's Word Count: 1,021
“Stupid winter,” grumbled the lone stag. It had been heck trying to travel through Blackwood with their stupid predators, and lack of cover. Njord was just thankful he was also a darker coloring though, that helped keep the local residents from noticing him too much… In his travels though, He had heard of a great metalsmith.. Though rumored not to be cheap in price, her trinkets and products were well worth the trade. Njord gathered various goods while crossing the islands, herbs and feathers, stones, and ore. Surely he could convince
Through Shadows, Stags, and Back Again Ch.2Featuring: Urs 'The Bear' and AmnahThrough Shadows, Stags, and Back Again Ch.2 by Crimson-Forest-Farm
Year 758 of the New Age - Mid Autumn (In the weeks after the Oracle's Death)
Tunnels throughout Glenmore and Oakfern Lands
Word Count for Urs: 2,032
Word Count for Amnah: 2,880
Urs walked beside Amnah, glancing at the forest around them, then looking back to the path ahead. The stag lead her along the edges of Blackwood, near the coast. This would be the easiest way to get to Glenmore, and hopefully keep the doe safe from the bulk of the predators. It was still dark out, but Gealach was slowly sinking away. The night would be ending in a few hours and the two fawnlings would need to make good ground if they wanted to find a safe place to rest.
Sending a silent prayer as she watched Gealach descend from his watchful place among the shining stars, she walked beside her companion in silence. They weren’t in black
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