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The Village of Dark Hall which lies to the far West is preparing for Beggars Nite, a very ancient ancient ritual. We gather woods and lumber for bonfires we will light to welcome Sanheim the start of a very New Year. We carve turnips, potatoes and pumpkins for Jack, the hapless soul who centuries ago made a deal with the Devil. We abandon our work in our iron, copper foundries and salt mines.......its a Holiday!
We love Mother Nature but understand her cruelty at times. So our homes in Dark Hall have a candle in each window....and our doorsteps are crossed with Salt so that no unclean Spirit may enter.
We whisper the mysteries of the Druids, our forefathers and chant their rhymes......our warriors are energized and very protective of our homes from outside invasion.
Beggars Nite will have one and all going from door to door, trick or treat....give no alm and your goods may disappear! Ha!
A festive time indeed!
Late last nite at the witching hour.........a weary scout came from a very very great distance, he spoke with sadness and sorrow of a wall of water higher than a mountain that ate many many villages and people. We are so sad, but we light our candles and think of those far far far to the East.......Mother Nature must be angry! Have we respected her seas, her trees, the life she allows us......were we carless in our ways? Did we slaughter forests to make fancy homes? We must ask the Sage in our Village, Saerale.
We love Mother Nature but understand her cruelty at times. So our homes in Dark Hall have a candle in each window....and our doorsteps are crossed with Salt so that no unclean Spirit may enter.
We whisper the mysteries of the Druids, our forefathers and chant their rhymes......our warriors are energized and very protective of our homes from outside invasion.
Beggars Nite will have one and all going from door to door, trick or treat....give no alm and your goods may disappear! Ha!
A festive time indeed!
Late last nite at the witching hour.........a weary scout came from a very very great distance, he spoke with sadness and sorrow of a wall of water higher than a mountain that ate many many villages and people. We are so sad, but we light our candles and think of those far far far to the East.......Mother Nature must be angry! Have we respected her seas, her trees, the life she allows us......were we carless in our ways? Did we slaughter forests to make fancy homes? We must ask the Sage in our Village, Saerale.
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