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Post by Black Yen Power G Man Spy on Mar 7, 2013 21:27:29 GMT -5
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Deep in the Mididas wasteland, was a place spoken of in whispers. It was said, a witch inhabited the mists. A seer, an oracle. One who could see all, yet told nothing. Well, at least, nothing if one could not pay. What was it she demanded in exchange for her service? A trinket, or perhaps a soul? For those who had seen the Witch, stories were different. Seem referred to her as a temptress. A seductive vixen with a thirst for blood. Others said she was a coward, a mentally unhinged, babbling fool. Still others, noted she was violent and unstable. What was known, is that she was always followed. She held a flock of watchers. Five crows, and five ravens. In their whispers lied all the information one held.
Rumors were simply rumors however. It was hard to even find the Witch. She spent her days hidden away from all. Her home, took noticeable effort to even find. Most who did, simply stumbled across it. A hut sitting in a small clearing. Surrounded by decrepit looking trees. Ravens and Crows always within it's branches. The hut itself, was made with the bones and skin of dead animals. Torches lit with an odd, blue fire kept the mists at bay around the area. Within, soft singing could be heard. Occasional whimpering and double talk, and sometimes angered ramblings and growling. It was hard to believe anyone would come to this place, but sometimes, one just couldn't hide their curiosity for the unknown.
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