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''“Those who would trade liberty for security deserve neither.”'' — Benjamin Franklin | ''“Those who would trade liberty for security deserve neither.”'' — Benjamin Franklin | ||
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| + | ''“Run,” Liupold said, “run home! I’ll… I’ll… just run!” It was the last thing he had said to Inga. Despite how much she loved him, she ran. She ran as hard as she could, stray branches tearing at her clothes and whipping her face, galloping over roots and rocks and through dips and hollows, not once pausing to look behind her or slow her pace for any reason. She heard what came after Liupold’s final words – the growling that overcome the horrid, wet sound of flesh being torn over and over, the strangled scream that didn’t quite make it out of Liupold’s throat and the disturbing “shlurp” that accompanied a spray of warmth on her back. Her vision had narrowed to the point where she barely recognized her surroundings – all she knew is that she was running away from the hairy thing that had ripped apart her boyfriend. As if through a tunnel, a new noise started to break through to Inga. Though she couldn’t quite make it out, she instinctively followed it, ducking under low-hanging limbs as she pushed through the brush. Slowly, her focus seemed to expand as she realized she was only a few dozen meters from town – the bright lanterns signaling her home. She rushed forward, a mix of cheers and plaintive cries assailing her, growing stronger as she approached. She felt rather than saw her father and threw herself forward, not daring to slow her pace even when she was within his arms, nearly bowling him over. He collapsed around her, crying, whispering her name over and over and praising the Gods that she had come home safe. She had made it. She had survived. But even though the shock of realization had not fully set in, Inga knew that she would never, ever feel safe again.'' | ||
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Contents
Quote
“Those who would trade liberty for security deserve neither.” — Benjamin Franklin
Introduction
“Run,” Liupold said, “run home! I’ll… I’ll… just run!” It was the last thing he had said to Inga. Despite how much she loved him, she ran. She ran as hard as she could, stray branches tearing at her clothes and whipping her face, galloping over roots and rocks and through dips and hollows, not once pausing to look behind her or slow her pace for any reason. She heard what came after Liupold’s final words – the growling that overcome the horrid, wet sound of flesh being torn over and over, the strangled scream that didn’t quite make it out of Liupold’s throat and the disturbing “shlurp” that accompanied a spray of warmth on her back. Her vision had narrowed to the point where she barely recognized her surroundings – all she knew is that she was running away from the hairy thing that had ripped apart her boyfriend. As if through a tunnel, a new noise started to break through to Inga. Though she couldn’t quite make it out, she instinctively followed it, ducking under low-hanging limbs as she pushed through the brush. Slowly, her focus seemed to expand as she realized she was only a few dozen meters from town – the bright lanterns signaling her home. She rushed forward, a mix of cheers and plaintive cries assailing her, growing stronger as she approached. She felt rather than saw her father and threw herself forward, not daring to slow her pace even when she was within his arms, nearly bowling him over. He collapsed around her, crying, whispering her name over and over and praising the Gods that she had come home safe. She had made it. She had survived. But even though the shock of realization had not fully set in, Inga knew that she would never, ever feel safe again.
Appearance
Climate
Economy
Geography
History
Current Events
Population
- -- Town (3000+) - Dated census
Cemeteries
Fortifications
Holy Ground
Sacred Groves
Standing Stones
Inns
Law & Lawlessness
Monuments
Private Residences
Taverns
The Thing
Townsfolk
Whore Houses
Außenweltler
- ~ Þórormr -- Warrior of Storms
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