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''It was a sound strategy. We had satisfied ourselves that the peasants' tale was true. Our confidence grew as the mosquitos, which made the bog a living Hell, sped past us with complete indifference. Then it came, that buzzing, swirling, black cloud of living death, which bore the rank odour of the very blood it craved. The trifling spell would not withhold it from its feast.'' | ''It was a sound strategy. We had satisfied ourselves that the peasants' tale was true. Our confidence grew as the mosquitos, which made the bog a living Hell, sped past us with complete indifference. Then it came, that buzzing, swirling, black cloud of living death, which bore the rank odour of the very blood it craved. The trifling spell would not withhold it from its feast.'' | ||
- [[Gustov Petroff]], hawksman and horse smuggler, wanted for desertion from the Falkovnian army, explaining his longstanding aversion to flying bugs | - [[Gustov Petroff]], hawksman and horse smuggler, wanted for desertion from the Falkovnian army, explaining his longstanding aversion to flying bugs<ref>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]]. | ||
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Descriptive Text
It was a sound strategy. We had satisfied ourselves that the peasants' tale was true. Our confidence grew as the mosquitos, which made the bog a living Hell, sped past us with complete indifference. Then it came, that buzzing, swirling, black cloud of living death, which bore the rank odour of the very blood it craved. The trifling spell would not withhold it from its feast.
- Gustov Petroff, hawksman and horse smuggler, wanted for desertion from the Falkovnian army, explaining his longstanding aversion to flying bugs[1]
- ↑ Descriptive text from John W. Mangrum's Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror project (contributed by cure, from posts on the Fraternity of Shadows message board.
