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30 November 2014, 2:58 pm
Winner of the 3rd place in the 2014 Literature Competition Two burly men pulled a ramshackle farm cart over the muddy soil, its wheels creaking every few seconds. A moldering pile of corpses strained against the confines of the cart, nearly teetering onto the ground. An older man wearing the tattered vestments of a cleric of Morr was striking a slightly bent fire poker against an upended cooking pot. ‘Bring out your dead!', he said after every clang of his improvised bell.
Source: The Round Table of Bretonnia Newsfeed
30 November 2014, 2:58 pm
Winner of the 3rd place in the 2014 Literature Competition Two burly men pulled a ramshackle farm cart over the muddy soil, its wheels creaking every few seconds. A moldering pile of corpses strained against the confines of the cart, nearly teetering onto the ground. An older man wearing the tattered vestments of a cleric of Morr was striking a slightly bent fire poker against an upended cooking pot. ‘Bring out your dead!', he said after every clang of his improvised bell.
Source: The Round Table of Bretonnia Newsfeed