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[thekremlin]

OK, the Story Game.

I *think* I get how this works: apparently, you comment on this choosing three of the words below, and then I write a short story involving those three words, and our characters.

This may get difficult, especially given my writing style and the Mill-en/Freiboden divide, but I'm willing to give it a try. Damn you oxfordgirl.

Pick

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[thekremlin]

Edward stood opposite the lean wemic, his face twisted into a grimace. Thoughts raced through his mind, tempting him, pulling at him, but there were some principles that could never be betrayed

[rjw76]

28: Children, 31: Sunrise 86: Choices

Numbers brought to you by the method of breaking a mathematician by asking him to pick "random" numbers, thus forcing him to tab out of his Civ 4 game to use a random number generator as ones out of his head "aren't random enough"

For Fiona, please. Which will be interesting, as they've met several times, but barely spoken :)

[thekremlin]

The grizzled Freiboden soldier sat on the hilltop near the camps of the trading houses, and sang softly to himself

[rjw76]

"My lady Weaver. Yes. I'm not used to talking about Her- religion in the Malathian highlands is a quiet, private matter- but.. I'll try. On the plus side, I'm not going to try to sell you the faith- after all, what would be the point? Worship of the Smith is clearly the right path for you

[rjw76]

(It occurs to me that I should point out that, as a Weaverite, Fiona's definition of "work" is not necessarily particularly conventional...)