You come upon a ruined hamlet, villagers all fled or slaughtered
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It's the bowl. Someone might find it in any old shop, it is earthenware
mixed from the bones of the last shaman of Nilotte.
Whosoever eats from the bo...
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
quick meta note
Anyone getting this blog via a feed will probably be seeing some old posts pop up over the next week or so. I'm going back and changing where I'm hosting some of the older images on the blog. I'll also be doing some minor updates to The Incomplete Pictorial History of the Bulette and The Wraeththu Report.
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