Peebo-Thulhu

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Beginning: The light mist clung late among the buildings of the small riverside hamlet. A stone span jutting out into the river from a tumbled rough stone levy crafted against the changing moods of the dark swirling current. Also acting as a wharf for paddle steamers to carry commerce. A lone ‘jack chuffed as it shifted crated wares under the direction of its handler. Slate roofs peaked over stolid stone buildings. The inhabitants went about their business, wrapped in warm felt coats, kirtles and jackets. Nodding polite greetings in passing. All beaded with the silver trappings of condensation brushed from the morning air. A hefty eart

NOTE: Please read here for a sort of 'prologue' to the prologue. Or "What has come before". http://murasaki99.deviantart.com/gallery/#Sunset-and-the-Wraith Prologue First Night: Less than a shadow, the wraith floated through the dappled forest as the moons rode above clouds that scudded across the night sky. As the pull of the duel drew it onwards, it reflected upon the feelings that would manifest during a match.... thinking back to those few precious moments when it came closest to felling 'alive', The intensity of the call drew it into a small clearing. A dell nestled beside some dirt road, a track between two points in some ones lif

Floating, waiting, with eyes that need not blink, the creature held its place with but a whim of thought. Staring out at the pale, cold windswept vista the Wraith felt somewhat soothed by the bleak austerity that surrounded it as far as its undying eyes could see. Across the small bay above which it ‘stood’ came the rifle crack sharp retort of ice moving and pushing against itself. The sea slowly crusting over in a solid mass as another brief flash of summer passed while the Wraith had watched waited and lost itself to reverie. Soon would come the dark nights with stars so bright and close it still gave the Wraith fascination and a