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Sadly, the newfound lives of the refugees from Argyll have come to an abrupt halt. After seven nights of merriment, song, sharing, and laughter in their new home, every man, woman, and child from Argyll failed to wake this morning. Inspection by local healers confirms that every one of them is dead, and attempts to raise them have been unsuccessful. In shock and mourning, the peasants of Blackwater are digging mass graves for their short-known friends.

Likely the oldest mortals alive, the peasantry of Argyll looked no different than other humans, some still in the childish bodies in which they first left the mortal realm during the days of the True Court. Hopefully, these deaths are the final paragraph of a dark chapter in the story of this ruined kingdom.
Created by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 02-26-08 05:33 PM
Last Modified by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 02-26-08 05:33 PM