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[rowan_narrators]

WHO: anyone who wants to play
WHAT: ending the event
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon
WHERE: Jhelbor, and pre-Jhelbor

Balanced, even, but not right, because time will not close and settle and stitch itself up neatly and cleanly. It's a feeling, a sense, horrible and shifting and subtle, but wrong. So very wrong, knotted and twisted and writhing in

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[rowantree_npcs]

Oakes felt strange. Not like she was going to be sick, like when she'd appeared whenever this was. Just...off. She wished she could put her finger on it.

It might've had something to do with discovering that there were no druids around anymore. She'd hit a dead end already. That was just great.

In hindsight, maybe she would've had better luck if she'd let anyone in on her theory. As it was, she'd jumped into searching so mindlessly that she'd lost track of time, and now she'd spent days digging on her own and was pretty much ready to hand it off to someone else.

In a rare moment of weakness, she expressed her frustration by kicking a nearby wall. Which, of course, hurt like hell. God, she was such an idiot.