[Open] 'Twas The Night Before Snowfell

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'Twas the night before Snowfell, and all had been well. A ring, chimed the winter bell, and the thick snow soon fell. All sorts of people, Adventurers, and People of The Land too, slept deeply in a slumber, all but a few. A jingling sound and a soft silent clatter was all that could be heard of a Tracker running faster. From roof to roof, and even on trees, naught could be heard from this man as he flees. But what is it he runs away from? Well, there's quite a story. Come, come! When the Apocalypse had occured, Adventurers brought more than just their memories, voices, and self. They also brought culture, and many exciting stories to tell! Adventurers slowly immigrated their life styles and culture into the Unfound Kingdom, bringing traditions, and even holidays, all would come. But this is the tale of a celebration both share, Adventurer and Person of the Land, it was for this day that both people care. It is a special day in December, the three hundred sixty four other days seem to last forever... A day when the snow is so white, and not even nemeses will fight; A day where the winds are so cold, yet close to their hearts all people hold. I'm talking about Snowfell. A day all people know well, be you human or Elf, Dwarf or Half-Alv. It was the first Snowfell after the Catastrophe, but this is a story only a select few would see. A man in a red coat, Santa Claus, the Adventurers knew him by, but this was a terrible imitation, yet the only person to even try. They ran from roof to roof, climbing in windows not chimneys. Most people would consider this just breaking and entering. It was late at night on Snowfell Eve when he was out, this red-coated man few could believe. Most Adventurers were asleep at this time, as were the People of The Land. And yet, there were some that were throwing a celebration quite hearty: The proud members of the Boston Tea Party. They had finished their celebration some time ago, and now they were simply walking about as the night slowly began to grow. And across the above sea of black, shot a streak of red that Dumah's eyes would track. "My friends!" Dumah began, "That up there; what is it? I've no ideas myself to share..." He prompted his friends to speak, and he awaited an answer that one's mouth might leak.

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OOC: Please try and keep up this cliche Christmas-rhyming thing I have going on.

[Bailin]

‘Twas Bailin who was the first to speak: “I know nought, bar that red streak you had spoken ’bout; perhaps it is an interesting chap, this lout.” Walking further along the snowy streets, Bailin had a little urge for some sweets. “Do any of you have some sweets with you; I fear I might have munchies, so please hand them over without further ado!”


“Do you reckon that red streak you saw would have some candy, because that would be pretty handy.” Bailin said as his tummy did rumble, making him grumble.


“I say we should bring him in and hope he has some cherry, so we can drink and be merry!” Bailin spoke, trying not to succumb to the munchies’ yoke. Looking for hints in the snow, Bailin tried to find out where to go.


“But wait, what if that red streak was a thief; we should surely apprehend someone who is up to that kind of mischief!” Bailin said in a moment of clarity, “For the time of Christmas is here and we should be bringing the cheer! The chiming of the bells, the falling of snow, letting your diet go! Eating the rabbit* and being forgiven for it and thus not going to any of the hells!”


“Thus let us follow that chap and walk up and have a chat.” Bailin pointed out, mostly because he was curious and far from furious, his black coat flapping with his movements, accentuating his intentions. “Now then, onwards and once more, before he finds out my secret stash inventions!”



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OC: It's bad I know.
*Flappy is a Dutch song at which the kid's pet rabbit gets eaten on the first christmasday, I don't know how funny it is when you translate it. I thought it would fit right in ;), but too bad it's only known to me in Dutch :(

[strife]

'Twas the night before Snowfell, and down the cold street, a young man was strolling, not missing a beat. This young man was a hero, a Warden named Strife, a defender of the weak, for all of his life. He was dashing and handsome, and charming to boot, he was strong as he was bold, not some common brute. It had been the man's mission, to spread Snowfell cheer, but before he could do so, a red streak drew near. It danced on the rooftops, right over Strife's head, a flashing of color, that bold shade of red. "It can be no other!" The young man did cry. "The bringer of presents, Santa Claus! Oh my!" He turned to the others, those around on that night, and he said to these fellows. "Is this quite alright!?" On this cold winter's eve, Strife stared at the sky. "Is this the true Santa, or just a fool's lie?"

On this night before Snowfell, this time of great joy, our great hero suspected a sinister ploy. This Santa Claus fellow, was it the real thing? Probably an imposter, about to take wing. "No single moment to waste! We must make good haste! This one's path must be traced, so they can be chased! We must follow this scoundrel!" Our hero exclaimed. The justice in his heart, it suddenly flamed. He besought these fine heroes, adventurers like him, to take up arms and rally, against this force grim. With a shining flourish, he took out his flail, and checked his new armor, gleaming Wardenscale. "Let us march, my fine fellows! There's no time to lose! We must flush out this 'santa', and expose their ruse!"


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Wordcount: 281
OOC: So... Much... Rhyming...