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01-22-2014, 10:31 PM
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If only it were spring: the crickets would be chirping, a full moon would be illuminating the sparse blooms covering the meadow, a cheerful brook would be bubbling along, and you might just be safe. But it's not spring, it's autumn; winter is close behind, and it brings cold, and dark, and death. Perhaps the events on this night in the Thistle Meadow are indicative of the approach of Frostfall. Perhaps this winter will be the worst Helovia has seen in a long time. Perhaps it will creep up on you, slip through the cracks of whatever hole you choose to hide yourself in. But that's a lot of 'perhapses' when lives are at stake. Oh well. It's your problem, not mine. Anyway, as I was saying - the events of this night. It begins in the shadows as they grow steadily longer and darker, courtesy of the disappearing moon. It's odd, you know - instead of flickering through its phases, it just fades, there one minute and gone the next with no trace of its existence. And on the ground, the blackness grows and writhes among the vegetation of the meadow, seeming to move with a mind of its own as it reaches for your hooves, seeking to anchor you to the ground and trap you in its manic grasp. Well, you should be used to this by now. Run. THIS BOARD WILL CLOSE on January 29th, 1 week from now. All threads should either finish using this plot or you can request for them to be moved here! Welcome to Helovia's Darkest Hour. *Make sure to stop making new threads and pay attention. Consequences will not be good! |
