Redemption on Wheels, and a Fox on Feet
Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2004 2:38 pmRoughly a half a foot or better of snow, and wooden wheels warped and twisted by cold creak and moan their way through the white fluff. A wagon comes to stop on the northern end of Myrken Wood, maybe a half a mile out. One orange-bearded, burly man sits in the back of that wagon, staring out of his coach and giving a nod at the darkened skies above.
"Perfect."
The engraving on the side of the coach was elaborate; though the message it gave was simple. Brother Borge's Salvation Shanty. Someone was in town with some. . . fairly spiritual ideas in mind.
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On the southern end of town, a slight young man with red hair and a fox fur cloak works to jimmy open a window pane without simply breaking the glass. The O'Malley place had been empty for three good days, now, and the family forgot to leave a steady guard while they went on a late winter holiday trip to see the sunshine somewhere and get away from it all. Little did they know that with a *snikt* and a "Perfect" a visiting thief would be making his way into their home. Easy pickings. Amid the darkness and slowly creeping madness in Myrken Wood, Reynard Volpone would be reappearing from the shadows, taking to enjoying himself and lining his pockets.
"Perfect."
The engraving on the side of the coach was elaborate; though the message it gave was simple. Brother Borge's Salvation Shanty. Someone was in town with some. . . fairly spiritual ideas in mind.
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On the southern end of town, a slight young man with red hair and a fox fur cloak works to jimmy open a window pane without simply breaking the glass. The O'Malley place had been empty for three good days, now, and the family forgot to leave a steady guard while they went on a late winter holiday trip to see the sunshine somewhere and get away from it all. Little did they know that with a *snikt* and a "Perfect" a visiting thief would be making his way into their home. Easy pickings. Amid the darkness and slowly creeping madness in Myrken Wood, Reynard Volpone would be reappearing from the shadows, taking to enjoying himself and lining his pockets.