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, September 27, 2006
Well, poo.
I'm not going to FlatCon after all. My con budget just got wiped out by the arrival of an unexpected bill, an unexpected delinquent bill.
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Ouch! Sorry to hear it.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure it's all their fault. couldn't possibly be yours (or mine for that matter).
ReplyDeleteSo sorry about the con.