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Around 9am on Monday, the Firnost Garden was once again visited by the mysterious figure, veiled by magic, who has placed three new Noble flags. Balor’s serpent and tower, the Beaumayn star on onyx, and the ever-watching owl of Aesin – this last, rather unpopular in Firnost after the visits from a certain Sidhe…
Around 9am on Thursday, a figure slips into the garden, veiled by glamour. One by one, three flags come up anew in a slightly different location. House Leanhaun flutters green and gold, Liam’s silver tree on blue, and Scathach’s gray on black.
Around 2pm on Tuesday, three more flags await, slightly away from where the original ones were. The flags are: The gold falcon banner of Gwydion, the shimmering golden sun of Varich on black field, and the black and silver blazon of Eiluned.
Around 2pm Sunday afternoon, in the Garden, three flags have been put up. However, they were not to remain there for long…
Posters have been seen around town, including one up at the bulletin board within the Freehold itself, advertising the Grand Opening of a new club.
Kansas City – A local eatery and nightspot has closed due to an outbreak of food poisoning and concerns from the Health Department.
As the sun rises on the morning of January 6th, a change creeps over the Garden. Any awake at that hour may hear one final yowl, the force of it shaking icicles from the branches, which fades away. The moan of chill, frigid winds, that have been plaguing the garden, biting and resounding with a trace […]
Freshly cleaned and kitchen and cellar restocked… The hold is fresh and sparkling, fragrant with the piney and citrusy scents of various cleaning liquids – bright and shining for the New Year, perhaps? Care has been taken to restock the pantries, cupboards and shelves – cans and bottles to cover a selection from every manner […]
Conversation has drifted throughout the freehold today, mentioning a strange visitor the previous evening, the night of December 15th. A skinny, malnourished figure had wriggled in from under the door to the garden, not unlike a sluagh. It stood up into a strange, boyish figure with sunken eyes and skin pulled back from his teeth […]
At some point on the evening of the 14th, someone – or something – paid a visit to the freehold. The door to the Garden was heavily drifted with snow and nearly frosted shut with ice, and anyone daring a look outside may see the remnants of huge paw-prints, the mark of something vastly too […]