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...
Sunday, September 26, 2010
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ReplyDeleteHa! That was very cool. Thanks for posting it.