The House of Black Fire
System: LARP Wuthering Heights
Deltakere: 12 players
Av
✏️ | Anita Murray |
Beskrivelse
Night fell too quickly on the moors,
Horses spooked, carriages broke, guides became lost.
Hounds howled to the moon and broke into a feverish hunt.
The mists on the moors uncurled and beckoned.
A woman's gleeful laugh falls in perfect counterpoint to the hounds' howls.
The warm light of a home appears ahead.
And elderly man opens the door, ushers you in, and welcomes you to Wuthering Heights.
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Itzacon VIII - Lost in the Woods (2012) |
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