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The Lesser Evil at 04:20, 28 January 2015

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	~~{{Canon}}~~		#REDIRECT [[category:Bleakborn]]

	~~==Descriptive Text==~~

	~~{{Homebrew non-canon}}~~

	~~''It was the damnedest thing. High on~~ [[Death's Glacier]] we were about to receive civilised company. A toboggan rider, dusted in ice particles glistening with the light of the full moon, bore down rapidly upon our position. The threat of arrows and arrows themselves did not slow the chap. An instant after we marked him as being a parody of life, we were hammered by a wave of cold that felled a third of us. Too late, I ordered the men to scatter, for within seconds the dead out numbered the living and were rising to fill out the ranks of our foe. I would not be here had the thing been just that little bit cleverer and put its sled beyond use.''

	~~- [[Gustov Petroff]], [[hawkmaster]] and [[horse smuggler]], wanted for [[desertion]] from the [[Falkovnian army]], remembering his mission to the [[Sleeping Beast Mountains]]~~


	Descriptive text contributed by '''[[USER:Cure \| cure]]''' to [[John W. Mangrum \| John W. Mangrum's]] [[Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror]] project (posted on the [[Cafe de Nuit\|Fraternity of Shadows message board]]).

	~~[[Category:Undead]][[Category~~:~~Human~~]]

Cure at 12:14, 20 December 2010

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	- [[Gustov Petroff]], [[hawkmaster]] and [[horse smuggler]], wanted for [[desertion]] from the [[Falkovnian army]], remembering his mission to the [[Sleeping Beast Mountains]]		- [[Gustov Petroff]], [[hawkmaster]] and [[horse smuggler]], wanted for [[desertion]] from the [[Falkovnian army]], remembering his mission to the [[Sleeping Beast Mountains]]

	~~Descriptive text from [[John W. Mangrum \| John W. Mangrum's]] [[Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror]] project (contributed by '''cure''', from posts on the [[Cafe de Nuit\|Fraternity of Shadows message board]].~~

	[[Category:Undead]]		Descriptive text contributed by '''[[USER:Cure \| cure]]''' to [[John W. Mangrum \| John W. Mangrum's]] [[Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror]] project (posted on the [[Cafe de Nuit\|Fraternity of Shadows message board]]).

			[[Category:Undead]][[Category:Human]]

ChrisNichols at 04:01, 28 April 2010

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	- [[Gustov Petroff]], [[hawkmaster]] and [[horse smuggler]], wanted for [[desertion]] from the [[Falkovnian army]], remembering his mission to the [[Sleeping Beast Mountains]]		- [[Gustov Petroff]], [[hawkmaster]] and [[horse smuggler]], wanted for [[desertion]] from the [[Falkovnian army]], remembering his mission to the [[Sleeping Beast Mountains]]

			Descriptive text from [[John W. Mangrum \| John W. Mangrum's]] [[Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror]] project (contributed by '''cure''', from posts on the [[Cafe de Nuit\|Fraternity of Shadows message board]].

	[[Category:Undead]]		[[Category:Undead]]

Cure at 03:42, 28 April 2010

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	''It was the damnedest thing. High on [[Death's Glacier]] we were about to receive civilised company. A toboggan rider, dusted in ice particles glistening with the light of the full moon, bore down rapidly upon our position. The threat of arrows and arrows themselves did not slow the chap. An instant after we marked him as being a parody of life, we were hammered by a wave of cold that felled a third of us. Too late, I ordered the men to scatter, for within seconds the dead out numbered the living and were rising to fill out the ranks of our foe. I would not be here had the thing been just that little bit cleverer and put its sled beyond use.''		''It was the damnedest thing. High on [[Death's Glacier]] we were about to receive civilised company. A toboggan rider, dusted in ice particles glistening with the light of the full moon, bore down rapidly upon our position. The threat of arrows and arrows themselves did not slow the chap. An instant after we marked him as being a parody of life, we were hammered by a wave of cold that felled a third of us. Too late, I ordered the men to scatter, for within seconds the dead out numbered the living and were rising to fill out the ranks of our foe. I would not be here had the thing been just that little bit cleverer and put its sled beyond use.''

	- [[Gustov Petroff]], ~~hawksman~~ and horse smuggler, wanted for desertion from the Falkovnian army, remembering his mission to the [[Sleeping Beast Mountains]]		- [[Gustov Petroff]], [[hawkmaster]] and [[horse smuggler]], wanted for [[desertion]] from the [[Falkovnian army]], remembering his mission to the [[Sleeping Beast Mountains]]

	[[Category:Undead]]		[[Category:Undead]]

ChrisNichols at 01:22, 28 April 2010

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''It was the damnedest thing. High on [[Death's Glacier]] we were about to receive civilised company. A toboggan rider, dusted in ice particles glistening with the light of the full moon, bore down rapidly upon our position. The threat of arrows and arrows themselves did not slow the chap. An instant after we marked him as being a parody of life, we were hammered by a wave of cold that felled a third of us. Too late, I ordered the men to scatter, for within seconds the dead out numbered the living and were rising to fill out the ranks of our foe. I would not be here had the thing been just that little bit cleverer and put its sled beyond use.''

- [[Gustov Petroff]], hawksman and horse smuggler, wanted for desertion from the Falkovnian army, remembering his mission to the [[Sleeping Beast Mountains]]

[[Category:Undead]]