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These are the last posts for the characters from the previous thread:
Morguerat
The battered an| dejected man, who had been busying himself with helping in the repairs smiled softly, "Thank you, Bartleby, I am searching for a starting place, I suppose you could say, I have been having small visions, flashes of insight, I suppose it is Helm trying to steer me onto the path to salvation, I've seen moonlight scattered by trees, a winding creek, that looks like the one passing by this Inn from the rooftop, and then last night i saw purple eyes and a pawprint, it looked like the mark of a dog, except for some subtle differences from my own hounds, I'm no ranger, but I'd be almost willing to bet they were the marks of a wolf. I... I fear I do not know what the rest of my dreams are, or if they are all the fevered imaginings of a hope that refuses to die as it should, I had taken the creek as a sign I was not mad, but ag
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