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Cryer # 201

**** STOP PRESS ! **** EARTHQUAKE OVER? A deathly silence hung over the island as suddenly, the tremors stopped and the rumbling noise that had plagued the isle for so long ceased. The silence, almost deafening in its suddenness, was … Continue reading

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Cryer # 199

**** STOP PRESS ! **** FOUL MURDER – IN TOWN SQUARE When dawn broke over the isle this morning, early risers would have seen smoke rising from a pile of charred timbers where once a set of stocks stood. Luckily … Continue reading

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Cryer # 199

************************************************** I S L E – O F – D E E – C R Y E R ************************************************** ****  STOP PRESS ! **** FOUL MURDER – IN TOWN SQUARE When dawn broke over the isle this morning, early risers … Continue reading

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Cryer #190

AND NOW TO THE GORY BITS: DEAR READERS THIS EDITION OF YOUR CRYER, A TALE OF SUCH WOE AND DREADFULNESS. GIRD YOUR LOINS, POUR OUT THE BEST MEAD AND DO NOT DARE TO GO OUT ALONE THIS NIGHT * DART … Continue reading

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Cryer #172 Lusty Barwenches & Trash

*THE APOTHECARY MAN HAS A NAME! Greetings & well met, citizens of Dee! I am Coke, a ranger, transported here by strange magic  of  some kind from the lands beyond. I was in a bar arguing with a friend about … Continue reading

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