27 September, 2011

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Chapter I: Mushroom Wine
Game Master

As the sky turns from dusk to dark, you watch from your seats on the Inn's back porch as a little flock of ravens circle, crying out to each other in their harsh voices. They finally land in a tree across the road from the inn, fold their wings and are still. Somehow you feel that they are watching you.

The innkeeper, a stiff, gaunt man who manages to carry an air of hospitality and warmth about him even though he never smiles, comes over to your table and refills your empty carafe. Yarboro Hughes is his name, though for some reason everyone calls him Thumbs. You've heard that he has run this place for thirty five years.

The season is young and there are very few guests around. Thumbs glances conspiratorially in the door and then, uninvited, pulls up a stool, sits at your table and pours himself a mug of wine. He sighs.

"Me old lady is busy. Won't notice a thing if I rest out here a bit."

He looks around the table and raises an eyebrow.

"You lot here to see Kronnor's temple?" He sounds skeptical. "I reckon at least one o' you has a story to tell."

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