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Blood and Bonfires (TS August 26 9pm)
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*The demons light a massive bonfire over the remains of the caravan. Into the fire they throw bloody, mangled corpses. Hundreds of demons dance around the fire, laughing, stabbing the roasting corpses, mangling them further. In the middle of it, Neviah runs screaming and laughing, her hands and arms bloody to the elbow.*
A demoness barely in command of the demons surrounding the tavern. A skull is smashed oddly onto her head, her large red horns curling through and around it. A loud screaming laugh punctuates her existence; she is often seen setting things on fire while screaming about this freezing wet place. 
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#2
-Wizwik looks over to the whole thing- "Fucking dammit..." much venom and hate in each word
Wizwik Leonard Voltsmith, A 3' tall green haired gnome dressed like a tinker'er wearing a top hat, wielding a body spear, and lots of devices strapped to his body, with a small Ruby necklace with a 7 toothed gear carved into it.

OOG: Shane Miller

Email : Mitoiworks@hotmail.com
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#3
Ursel comes up alongside Wizwik, a hand over her mouth. "Why... what the fuck could they hope to gain from this?"
Ori Moran: A purple feathered Avian with a red hat who carries a black and white shield. She has three Shadow Marks over one eye and a scar through the other.

Nelinha: Some asshole Ice Elf. Has a bright red hooded scarf and a black winged brooch.

OOG: Alex Heintz - NPL - Official Ralinmeme Maker
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#4
*The demons grow more rowdy, shouting and streaming for a few hours. Neviah comes up to the tavern concrete, skirting the edge, laughing.

"Soon. Sooooon. The games. The games we'll play!"
A demoness barely in command of the demons surrounding the tavern. A skull is smashed oddly onto her head, her large red horns curling through and around it. A loud screaming laugh punctuates her existence; she is often seen setting things on fire while screaming about this freezing wet place. 
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