Thieving

Aim, Loose

Submitted by Freyga on March 25th, 2019
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Garbold and Chadley 

Chadley saw the youth as he ran headlong to attempt a tackle, and dispassionately loosed the waiting bolt into the young man's chest, preparing to be tackled with—perhaps literally—dead weight.

Chronicle link: 
The Wolves in the Hills

The Price of Safety

Submitted by Freyga on March 25th, 2019
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The sun had just set when Arra led the small band of hooded and masked figures through the Bree-Fields. Just ahead the dirt path met a small wooden bridge which went over the stream which flanked a nearby farmhouse. The windows were bright. "Someone's home," Arra said from beneath her hideous mask, carved into the shape of an orc's face. Some might call it an improvement.

Kinship/Band link: 
Meadhall of Middleham
Chronicle link: 
The Wolves in the Hills
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The Weasel's Grip

Submitted by Pearlblossom on October 31st, 2014
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Round the corner, round the corner.

Here, there has to be an escape here!

The sun is hot. The sun is hot.

Dead end. Start over.

Bandobras's hairy arse! Where...?

Fence. Boxes. Climb over.

Freedom! Freedom!

Almost there.

Jump!

The knee is scraped.

Run! Run!

They can't follow.

Kinship/Band link: 
Misfits and Meanderers
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