Event Nineteen.

[awashmods]

Shall I compare thee to a blasting hot stove? Thou art more scary and more perilous; As thou sit above thy towering treasure trove, Thy breath is bad and thy voice garrulous.

t's yet another day in which a bunch of people ended up in the bottom of the well. It's very, very cold down there, though spring is at least slowly starting to make itself known -- But the people in the Town who would usually come save you might be a little distracted today by the glimmer of scales on the ground, and the unfortunate side effects that come along with them. Don't worry, friends in the well -- as soon as you haul yourself out via magic powers or that convenient rope ladder dangling down into the water, you too can join in the chaos of picking up those sparkly, pretty scales. Welcome to Awash's Nineteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[wordsinthesoul]

Ah? [This is- very strange? He digs in his heels a little, more out of surprise and trying to get a bead on the person holding him now than anything.]. Do we need to be somewhere?

[tosa]

( Stop resisting. Why is everyone so resistant!!! )

Out of the cold for starters. ( He says like a real smart aleck. ) But I just wanna get everyone together for a little bit, that's all.

[wordsinthesoul]

[it's weird being grabbed out of nowhere like that?? of course they'll wonder!]

Ah- well, that's certainly very helpful of you. Oh? Is there something we all need to hear?