Scarlett Letters

...seen this in Locksley, every year, the cold coming to claim a few others as it brings in sickness and disease, and there were homes there, shelters against the bitter wind, where here there are only trees. Cookfires yes, but those are not so warm, and even if they were to build a shelter they'd be risking a death there too, should Gisbourne ride out to investigate. If they do not speak on their ...

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Post-Wisby notes

...this field. Fire, fire burning bright//in the campsite of the night//what immoral tongue or mouth//dare taste my fearful sambucade? * Am I really extreme for using flint and steel for lighting all my cookfires? Anyway, I need to make more real tinder (I use amadou made from Fomes fomentarius ) for next year; my supply ran out fairly rapidly and I had to resort to charcloth. This will work better...

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The Fish Fry - Open RP Event!

... convinced by means of vote. When the wolves and their men stirred next, they would find everything beyond the south gate lit by rows of torches. Dozens of enormous cauldrons hung over cookfires (some "borrowed" from the keep's kitchen), roasting pits had been dug, troughs stocked with live crustaceans. Oysters and clams were baked. Stews and soups with mysterious aromas boiled and bubbled ...

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Fiction Friday: The Honeythief

... his head once, and they cut down the nearest alley, still some four or five buildings from the dramshop. They passed behind and eating-house; its rear door was lid across and bolted, and cookfires burned untended in the little yard. In a brick oven they saw dark charred lumps once meant for breadloaves, now scorched beyond saving. The back entry to the dramshop was latched. Fiddlin’ Katy borrowed...

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