I don't know how long this will last, so let it be a newspaper.
Night 1
Blizzard
Ugh, what a blizzard outside, winter has started to visit us often, the villain. This blizzard makes you feel uneasy... I haven't felt at ease for a long time; I have a bad premonition.
Something very terrible is coming to Mythgard. Recently, rumors of an impending war have disrupted our peaceful life. Although we already know that people in neighboring Rus live in fear, we, sinners, didn't think that all this turmoil could affect us. How short-sighted we were! Yesterday, the prince gathered the people in the square and announced to everyone that enemy bandits are among us. And my heart feels anxious... Will something happen?
Noise? What was that rumble? We need to see if the visiting guest is okay?And in the city, despite the chronicler's fears, life went on as usual: not only Zlatoglavaya never sleeps. For example,
Naver Leengard, who stopped by the tavern for a drink, felt the owner of the establishment looking at him with inappropriate intensity. "Is something wrong?" - "Haven't I seen you before? Your face seemed familiar." - "Of course, because I visit the tavern every evening!" - "Oh, right. Sorry."
Nearby, in the company of a tipsy friend, was
Arandor. Well, how should we say it? He was actually trying his best to break free from his tight embrace, but all his attempts were futile. "Don't be afraid! I won't let anyone hurt you!" repeated his friend.
Meanwhile,
Spear had no time for drinking: he spent the whole night running around the city like crazy, asking everyone he met if they had seen any snowdrops. He rarely received an answer; usually, those he asked just brushed the snow off their fur hats.
Neyra Drake spent the entire night at her house. She might have been happy to go to the tavern, but someone very clever put an anvil against her door.
WisTrit was walking home from church when one of those who participated in the choir singing caught up with him. Then they walked together, engaged in lively conversation about something.
When
WishmasteR was going about his business, he felt someone staring intently at his back. However, when he turned around, he saw only something large falling into the snow. It even seemed to mumble something...
ToX returned home late at night, exhausted and with a black veil over his eyes. His family couldn't get him to tell them what happened.
A real mess took place in the local priest's house. In the middle of the night, a man in armor broke in, breaking down the door. The priest had a guest at that time, a person not from these parts. When the priest rushed to the noise, he could not believe his eyes:
Amko was brutally killed, and the iron man growled as he ran out of the room and disappeared, showing some kind of pleasure.
Alive:1)
Neyra Drake2)
Hermit3)
WhiteLizard4)
Zybr5)
Arandor6)
Rudyy7)
ToX8)
Dgak9)
Nebo10)
WishmasteR11)
Morning12)
Pobeditel'13)
Spear14)
Ple-Sen15)
Drakkoska16)
Naver Leengard17)
Xostor18)
Goomer19)
WisTrit20)
Lynx22)
Lord MortulusFallen in glorious death:21)
Amko