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October Monthly Community Challenge: Superstition.
There’s plenty of room for superstition to fester among the wolves of Almos. Does your character believe in tall tales and sayings, or are they above lending an ear to some old wives’ tale?

Helfysir
Winter isn’t far away now. Already, the stones grow slick with frost during the night and it won’t be long before Haveners must keep to Sanctum. For as long as it lasts, he enjoys the view from Sanctum’s mouth and all the fiery colors of autumn swathing the hills and valleys below. [AC: 52 words]

The views are about all he enjoys. Autumn holds the keys to many dark memories of augusts that came before. Despite his calloused views towards tales and superstitions, he cannot help but consider the weight of things he’s heard and the strange experiences he has had. After all, magic had once been nothing more to him than a child’s flight of fancy. [MCC: 62 words]
Ysenlin
She cannot dispute the beauty of Autumn. Little can compare to the colors and the weather. Ysenlin adores the rain and the smells. It is the adoration that she abhors. Autumn is a season of death; she wants nothing to do with it and wholly welcomes the frost that creeps a little further into Sanctum each morning. [AC: 57 words]

In her mind, the heavy snows known to Stonehaven are deadly to more than just wolves. For her, they smother the fear of fall and the suppress the superstitions that seem to gain power in the shadows of the whispering leaves. The old yarns and have always held weight for her, both guiding her life and threatening it. [MCC: 58 words]

Description

October Monthly Community Challenge: Superstition.
There’s plenty of room for superstition to fester among the wolves of Almos. Does your character believe in tall tales and sayings, or are they above lending an ear to some old wives’ tale?

Helfysir
Winter isn’t far away now. Already, the stones grow slick with frost during the night and it won’t be long before Haveners must keep to Sanctum. For as long as it lasts, he enjoys the view from Sanctum’s mouth and all the fiery colors of autumn swathing the hills and valleys below. [AC: 52 words]

The views are about all he enjoys. Autumn holds the keys to many dark memories of augusts that came before. Despite his calloused views towards tales and superstitions, he cannot help but consider the weight of things he’s heard and the strange experiences he has had. After all, magic had once been nothing more to him than a child’s flight of fancy. [MCC: 62 words]
Ysenlin
She cannot dispute the beauty of Autumn. Little can compare to the colors and the weather. Ysenlin adores the rain and the smells. It is the adoration that she abhors. Autumn is a season of death; she wants nothing to do with it and wholly welcomes the frost that creeps a little further into Sanctum each morning. [AC: 57 words]

In her mind, the heavy snows known to Stonehaven are deadly to more than just wolves. For her, they smother the fear of fall and the suppress the superstitions that seem to gain power in the shadows of the whispering leaves. The old yarns and have always held weight for her, both guiding her life and threatening it. [MCC: 58 words]