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The proud and ancient town of Serona crowns a hilltop and nestles down in the folded hillsides high above the fertile fields of Tuscany. Two years ago, this town was decimated by a horrible plague of both natural and supernatural evil. Though townsfolk have gone about their business as usual, their eyes sometimes reflect back a haunted terror. So many died in that horrific incident, and the evil still seems to linger in dark corners and distant hillsides.
As you go about your early morning tasks, you look up, startled by the deep clang from the bell tower of the Abbey on the north face of the hill. It's far too early for Terce. The bell keeps clanging, and you realize that something has happened. Something important. Something wrong.
You rush out to the cobbled street and head toward the Abbey, jostled as neighbors pour into the streets and carry you along in a human wave to the monastery.
A few monks stand in the yard, faces distraught and heads bowed in prayer. You realize there is a body lying in the circle the monks have formed. The robe is as simple as that of any novice, but you'd recognize the plump silhouette anywhere. It is Fr. Stefano, the new abbot. A dagger stands improbably in his chest, and the brown robe is darkly stained around it. The image is hauntingly similar to your memory of his predecessor, Fr. Peitro's fate.
One of the monks looks up at the gathering crowd. "It was the Mafia who did this to him. But, why Fr. Stefano? Is this happening all over again?"
A richly garbed town elder dashes down the hill, his cap askew and his hosen legs splashed with mud. "Wolves! Wolves within the walls! They were in the Freemasons Hall again last night! Terrible!"
He catches his breath and the words spill out. Huge, ravenous preternatural wolves have returned to Serano from whatever unknown parts far to the north they had retreated to. They are back, leaving terrifying spoor from their nights' predations. Last night, these horrific wolves crashed through the tall repaired windows of the Hall and tore out the throat of the new Master of the Free Masons, Constantino Benaducce.
United in fear and in anger, you come together, townsfolk, monks and masons. Serona must pull together to battle the twinned scourge that threatens you, or you will surely perish.
As you go about your early morning tasks, you look up, startled by the deep clang from the bell tower of the Abbey on the north face of the hill. It's far too early for Terce. The bell keeps clanging, and you realize that something has happened. Something important. Something wrong.
You rush out to the cobbled street and head toward the Abbey, jostled as neighbors pour into the streets and carry you along in a human wave to the monastery.
A few monks stand in the yard, faces distraught and heads bowed in prayer. You realize there is a body lying in the circle the monks have formed. The robe is as simple as that of any novice, but you'd recognize the plump silhouette anywhere. It is Fr. Stefano, the new abbot. A dagger stands improbably in his chest, and the brown robe is darkly stained around it. The image is hauntingly similar to your memory of his predecessor, Fr. Peitro's fate.
One of the monks looks up at the gathering crowd. "It was the Mafia who did this to him. But, why Fr. Stefano? Is this happening all over again?"
A richly garbed town elder dashes down the hill, his cap askew and his hosen legs splashed with mud. "Wolves! Wolves within the walls! They were in the Freemasons Hall again last night! Terrible!"
He catches his breath and the words spill out. Huge, ravenous preternatural wolves have returned to Serano from whatever unknown parts far to the north they had retreated to. They are back, leaving terrifying spoor from their nights' predations. Last night, these horrific wolves crashed through the tall repaired windows of the Hall and tore out the throat of the new Master of the Free Masons, Constantino Benaducce.
United in fear and in anger, you come together, townsfolk, monks and masons. Serona must pull together to battle the twinned scourge that threatens you, or you will surely perish.
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hi im Yakko
tojam2
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Kaboose
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