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Cyril Darkcloud · 02-07-2005, 07:08 PM

The One-Eyed Wolf Tavern and environs

They do not breathe for the already dead have no need of the regular intake of air. Still, however, they pant as they run and non-living lungs, as if from sheer habit, expand and contract to the intake and expulsion of what for the living would be called breath. Even the panting is monotonous, varying in neither volume nor rhythm, a sound sufficient to dull the hearing of those small creatures that dart swiftly for shelter as the banewolves approach. For any with eyes to see and knowledge sufficient to understand the meaning of such sight the approach of danger, of great and terrible danger, is clear. Birds take sudden flight from the trees and the animals of the wood are not merely on the move, but dash ahead madly in panicked flight. Even the insects whose chirping is so strangely loud in the quiet darkness of night are silent. And so it was that silence settled upon the land near this town, the silence of place from which the living have fled.

Lives, however, tend to proceed apace with the normal course of things unless something suddenly and violently disrupts that course. Life in this town is no different, for the same chores need to be finished as always and the same gossip is shared at the dinner table as on any other night and the same songs are sung in the same tavern where the same few customers drink their usual drinks and listen from the same stories that every band of adventurers seems to tell. There is something quietly awkward in the air this evening, all feel it, but this is simply perhaps just one of those feelings. And could one blame them in their complacency, these people who have been spared the turmoil that has shaken the forums these last years? Even after Chani Ravenwood twice struck the Mage with arrows made by the Windbringer, no violence had ever come to the people of this town or the famed tavern within its borders.

After this night, however, things shall never be the same again. Not for the people of this town. Not for the famed tavern. Not for any of those within it......

[ 02-07-2005, 07:14 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

02-07-2005, 07:08 PM	#99
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	The One-Eyed Wolf Tavern and environs They do not breathe for the already dead have no need of the regular intake of air. Still, however, they pant as they run and non-living lungs, as if from sheer habit, expand and contract to the intake and expulsion of what for the living would be called breath. Even the panting is monotonous, varying in neither volume nor rhythm, a sound sufficient to dull the hearing of those small creatures that dart swiftly for shelter as the banewolves approach. For any with eyes to see and knowledge sufficient to understand the meaning of such sight the approach of danger, of great and terrible danger, is clear. Birds take sudden flight from the trees and the animals of the wood are not merely on the move, but dash ahead madly in panicked flight. Even the insects whose chirping is so strangely loud in the quiet darkness of night are silent. And so it was that silence settled upon the land near this town, the silence of place from which the living have fled. Lives, however, tend to proceed apace with the normal course of things unless something suddenly and violently disrupts that course. Life in this town is no different, for the same chores need to be finished as always and the same gossip is shared at the dinner table as on any other night and the same songs are sung in the same tavern where the same few customers drink their usual drinks and listen from the same stories that every band of adventurers seems to tell. There is something quietly awkward in the air this evening, all feel it, but this is simply perhaps just one of those feelings. And could one blame them in their complacency, these people who have been spared the turmoil that has shaken the forums these last years? Even after Chani Ravenwood twice struck the Mage with arrows made by the Windbringer, no violence had ever come to the people of this town or the famed tavern within its borders. After this night, however, things shall never be the same again. Not for the people of this town. Not for the famed tavern. Not for any of those within it...... [ 02-07-2005, 07:14 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]