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(Occ becouse of Hajacker I was forst to close down my lst RPG. So it be re-open here for those that can fallower a story line. If you not welling to read what other RPG have write and play along with the story Then don't post here. Go back to the old from and mass thing up even more over there. To all the RPG that ware fallowing the story line I am verry sorry that we have to stared again but I could see no other way to get thing back on track.)
An old, almost ancient woman leans heavily on the cane that supports her. Staring out of a window, she surveys the grounds-her grounds. For every building, dorm, tree, rock, right down to the bit of dust were all her. She paid for it, built it…well, commissioned it to be built,she allowed with a bit of irony. Soon, throughout the next week, students would be marching in by the droves, the rich, the wealthy, and the politically powerful attracted by the newness and the quality of the staff. They were her too; yes, the students above all else, for they were the most important part of all. Yes, Nwyfre was her, down to its very soul.
And the ‘soul’ of Nwyfe was the Plan; it was the continued survival of the Coven, of the last magic left in this world. To accomplish this…
An old, almost ancient woman leans heavily on the cane that supports her. Staring out of a window, she surveys the grounds-her grounds. For every building, dorm, tree, rock, right down to the bit of dust were all her. She paid for it, built it…well, commissioned it to be built,she allowed with a bit of irony. Soon, throughout the next week, students would be marching in by the droves, the rich, the wealthy, and the politically powerful attracted by the newness and the quality of the staff. They were her too; yes, the students above all else, for they were the most important part of all. Yes, Nwyfre was her, down to its very soul.
And the ‘soul’ of Nwyfe was the Plan; it was the continued survival of the Coven, of the last magic left in this world. To accomplish this…