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Cryer # 207

** STOP PRESS ** Happy Anniversary – Long Live The People of Isle Of Dee A Week of Celebration is ahead in celebration of our adventures through the flood, ourlanding at our new home and the Troll Magic. We have … Continue reading

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Cryer # 206

*** STOP PRESS *** Invasion! They came over night and left as sneakingly as they came. Who they are is unknown, but what they left is plain to see. An Impaled head tells as much as that someone left a … Continue reading

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Decree

A sleepy town cryer is dragged out of his office by two guards to the center of the village square,poking him hard into the ribs ” Read!” –  so he does, opening the parchment he reads aloud : “We hereby … Continue reading

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New Cryer Issue ready for you!

Yes, it is true! We had to wait for it patiently, but now it is finally here, to start this brand new 2014 with the latest scoops from our Isle of Dee. You can find the last issue of the … Continue reading

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A time to kiss…

Sitting under the mistletoe (Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), One last candle burning low, All the sleepy dancers gone, Just one candle burning on, Shadows lurking everywhere: Some one came, and kissed me there. Come kiss and dance under the mistletoe that … Continue reading

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How deep can you sleep?

Last night, while the Survivors of Dee slept -or tried- somewhat loud noises could be heard coming from the old ruined building on the beach. Things were dragged, chopped, tied and lifted, while grunts of effort were mixed with muttered … Continue reading

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The Young Girl Runs Screaming

The young child Isabelle runs screaming through the city, screaming in her unintelligible Swedish. Nothing can be understood in English except she keeps repeating the name ‘Laura’

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