499 days after a wizard cursed the REALM…
Current Version:
On Samhain, the Elves come riding from their caves on horses the size of mice.
Their long yellow hair is tied in golden top knots. Their bows are crafted from human ribs. Their arrowheads are dipped in hemlock poison.
Elves flow through the village like a flood of terror. “NIGHTfall is ending!” they shriek.
Their words reach no Villager ears. The curse has already emptied Wordler Village.
Undaunted, the Elves ride onward. Tonight, they hunt. Tomorrow, they feast.
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Revision Notes:
To be added.
