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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Raven Crowking" data-source="post: 1949006" data-attributes="member: 18280">Once the last thaw has occurred, spring in Long Archer becomes a time of frenzied activity.  The ground has to be broken to allow new crops to be planted.  As game begins to return to the forest, hunters go out to secure much needed meat.  Of course, there are other things out there – natural and not – who are looking to fill their larders as well.  Rarely can members of the Mercenary’s Guild find notices posted in the Guild Hall.  Hunters rely on stealth, and neither the lumbering nor the shipping season has yet begun.  Yet, one morning in late Showermont a notice appeared.  A ship, called the Green Willow, was preparing to traverse down the Selwyn River, and wished to take on both hands and guardsmen.  Because of the long winter, there might still be places where ice forms a hazard, so both had been somewhat hard to find – in addition to room, board, and passage the Green Willow is offering 40 gp for each hand to make the trip, and 30 gp for each guard.  This is a little less than double summer wages.Outside Selby-by-the-Water, small settlements are concerned with largely the same things – planting and hunting.  Animals which have not seen pasture for months are sent out again under watchful eyes.  Soon the milk has the sweet taste of spring’s first green grass.It was then that the attacks began.  At first it was only sheep, and the herdsmen feared that the attackers were wolves.  After a long winter, they would be desperate to feed well.  But the tracks did not seem like wolf prints – they were feline, and spoke of a heavier form than any normal wolf could show.  There were no lions in Weirwood the Great, although there were occasional rumors of panthers.  When the first shepherd was taken, folk began to speak in whispers that this beast was nothing of the Middle World.  Eventually, word reached Selby itself.  Villages to the south of Selby-by-the-Water armed their herders as best they could, but the beast was cunning, and struck at homes when farmers and herdsmen went to search for it, killing goodwives and robbing babes from cradles.</blockquote>

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