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[GM] The Rabble Rumble - First Round Results Up! by Killer-Kame, journal
[GM] The Rabble Rumble - First Round Results Up!
Attention Glenmore malcontents, miscreants, half-breeds, scrappy does, taints, renegades and esteemed foreign visitors.
As the summer gives way to Autumn the more proper members of the herd gather together for the Glenmorian Kings Games (768 of the New Age). What about those that have been excluded? Rumors have been circulating around the wilder parts of the territory. Rumors of another sort of competition specifically for those who are barred from traditional competition, and for those less savory individuals residing within herd lands who don’t necessarily want to demonstrate their skills to the king.
These battles are blood sport in
Proper Etiquette by strange-crusader, literature
Literature
Proper Etiquette
Proper Etiquette
Feat. Rooster and Lady Tabris
with mention of Count Zoltan
Autumn, Year 768 of the New Age
Glenmore, The Glenwood
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A commoner and a lady find themselves sharing tight quarters during an unexpected storm!
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Rooster
It had been cloudy and muggy all morning. The bay stag had expected a bit of rainfall, sure, but not this! The storm hit suddenly and violently, unleashing a torrent of icy rain that soaked him to the bone and wind so biting that he thought it might cut him
Time is Money by Windklang, literature
Literature
Time is Money
Featuring Rooster and Sorina
Mentioning Princess Adele, Princess Liosa, Aila
Autumn, Year 768 of the New Age
Glenmore, The Oldegrove
Rooster
Leaves! Leaves everywhere! Uhg. Although autumn had a way of presenting itself in more pleasant ways - namely the rut and cooler weather - it always came with the added aggravation of the trees shedding their leaves. All over his store. Rooster had spent the entire morning picking leaves out of his wares, raking the offensive litter into massive piles behind his shop, straining to scoop heavy heaps of wet leaves over the cliffside with his horns, and just generally fighting a losing battle trying to ke
