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Crone of Mountain Cross

       Near Fort Sterling, there have been markets recently rising that have insulted the Oracle and ignored her warnings which are known to us as a curse because she is never wrong. Despite her order not to eat bird anymore people have been not only doing so but spreading the Tickle as well. The Watchers of the Below have been ordered to take care of this problem to investigate further into why they would so blindly ignore such warnings.
       After attending a feast in Mountain Cross where the people are cold and would be starving otherwise they have prepared a special feast for everyone as some of us were invited to attend. We stayed quiet and watched as they seemed to know why we were present and what we wanted.
       A new Clan of the area has recently taken the Shield of the Cock instead of the Drum and they are trying to prove that the Tickle spreading sickness may be prevented from the increase of respect toward the chickens with songs and praise that have been accepted for so many generations with the use of Boar or Ram.
       We watched and drank as the owners of the chickens rolled out a cart as they quietly looked over the hungry group of people sitting at their tables.
       A woman with beautiful red locks and freckles came out and started to sing a song for a bird who was old and possible at the end of his life. The song mentioned many hardships which the people and the area had recently faced and the tragedy which recently had occurred to all chickens in the Mountain Cross area. He has offered himself as a feast for the starving people since he was in a lot of pain and was nearing the end of his life anyways. In exchange for his sacrifice, he asked that every person who tasted of flesh be grateful and treat his kin with utmost respect, never to be treated as their enemies would treat the ones who live in cages.
       The song was very moving and made it hard for some of us not to cry since we were not expecting such a beautiful song and explaining for us to report to the Oracle. We will be watching the effects and the results of such treatment. In the meantime, those near Fort Sterling need to be marked while they continue to mistreat their Cocks with yellow crosses on their doors.
       Another day, another song, and another feast... all and all a good day... we were quiet and very solemn and thankful in our rejection of the food as it was offered to us.

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  1. LeoLeonn:
    Great story,are you planing on writing a novel with this backstory or something?

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    1. I will be writing a fictional story about my viking ancestors that will have many of the same things... I started the blog already, also have a fantasy series I am working on.

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    2. Somehow it's not surprising.

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  2. This is awesome, love the game, love medieval fantasy, loved it!

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  3. Why not make a manhwa or something related to that, I can see that your work are good.

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