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The Biting Pony It wasn't a name that she would have chosen, but the sign was at least funny. One of those strange four-legged beasts the mortals enjoyed hopping onto so much chomping it's mouth onto the bottom of a particularly buxom elven woman. At least Mathalla guessed that she was supposed...

A Crossroad "Graveyard dirt, the bone of a black cat, and a drop of your blood buried in the center of a crossroad." The box was placed within the ground, a small latch keeping it closed. The cool night of the new moon saw only stars above and a brisk cold which seemed to cling even beneath...