01/10/1008Today a goblin scout was killed in one of the villages on the outskirts of Vinehaeven. It had been raiding a farm house, when the local constable's wife came upon the commotion. In the scuffle the farmer who owns the land was slain. The woman, however, was able to best the goblin.
The cold northern lands seem to be in retreat. A thaw has come, and merchants have begun to flood into Vinehaeven in preperation for the feast.
The change in weather has done nothing to raise spirits among the peasants. The harsh winter weather has already put a strangle hold on the local economy. What good are merchant wares when none have coin or crop to spare?
Created by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 03-21-08 00:03 AM
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