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		<title><![CDATA[Court of the Fallen - Olson Hunting Lodge]]></title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2026 21:10:49 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[bring the light back from the dark]]></title>
			<link>https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12970</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2026 06:25:38 -0600</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://cotf-rpg.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=956">Nova</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Nova shifted the jean jacket she wore, the bleached star motifs standing out against the blue and the snow still clinging to the cold of Halo. She shuffled her feet and knocked against the wooden door, thinking about how best to approach the topic that had started pestering her since last season. Lips in a thin line of concentration, she painted quite the serious image when Marcus eventually opened the door. <br />
<br />
The right words still hadn't come to her when she caught sight of the man, but she brightened to see him, her fingers raising to mess with the pink stands of hair framing her eyes. [say]"Marcus."[/say] His name was like a breath of fresh air in her lungs, already feeling a bit of tension fading into the chilly breeze, making room for the smile that formed. <br />
<br />
Wishing she were just there to hang out and catch up, she was reluctant to broach the real reason for her visit, blinking sheepishly up at him. [say]"I want to..."[/say] she paused, fixing the smile a little more firmly to her face before finishing with a facade of confidence, [say]"practice my magic."[/say] She'd never said the words before, and she had to smother the stubborn pride that threatened to have her retracting the statement. Even so, she couldn't hide the angle of her head or the rebellious glint in her eyes, the defensiveness already on the tip of her tongue when she asked hesitantly, [say]"Will you help me?"[/say]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Nova shifted the jean jacket she wore, the bleached star motifs standing out against the blue and the snow still clinging to the cold of Halo. She shuffled her feet and knocked against the wooden door, thinking about how best to approach the topic that had started pestering her since last season. Lips in a thin line of concentration, she painted quite the serious image when Marcus eventually opened the door. <br />
<br />
The right words still hadn't come to her when she caught sight of the man, but she brightened to see him, her fingers raising to mess with the pink stands of hair framing her eyes. [say]"Marcus."[/say] His name was like a breath of fresh air in her lungs, already feeling a bit of tension fading into the chilly breeze, making room for the smile that formed. <br />
<br />
Wishing she were just there to hang out and catch up, she was reluctant to broach the real reason for her visit, blinking sheepishly up at him. [say]"I want to..."[/say] she paused, fixing the smile a little more firmly to her face before finishing with a facade of confidence, [say]"practice my magic."[/say] She'd never said the words before, and she had to smother the stubborn pride that threatened to have her retracting the statement. Even so, she couldn't hide the angle of her head or the rebellious glint in her eyes, the defensiveness already on the tip of her tongue when she asked hesitantly, [say]"Will you help me?"[/say]]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Imagine all the relief]]></title>
			<link>https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12586</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2026 12:18:27 -0700</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://cotf-rpg.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=321">Noah</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[The rain had started sometime before dawn. It wasn’t the clean, sharp snow Halo preferred, but a thin drizzle that glazed the world in ice and turned the air metallic. It tapped against the lodge windows in a patient, miserable rhythm as Noah moved through the main room, already awake long before the light tried to rise.<br />
<br />
Longheat was bleeding out. He could feel it in the grain of the wood beneath his palm, in the way the hearth struggled to push back the damp. Leafchange in Halo did not arrive in gold and crimson and gentle chill. It came treacherous. He needed to prepare to take a team out and gather and hunt enough to bulk the stows of the lodge, and send compatriots home with enough for their homes and families.<br />
<br />
He crossed to the hooks near the door and pulled down his oiled cloak to keep away th rain. He added an extra lining beneath of wool, thick enough to hold warmth even when soaked. At the long table, he laid out what he would carry. From a shelf near the hearth, he gathered dried meat and hard cheese, wrapping them in waxed cloth. A small flask of something stronger followed. Not for indulgence, but for heat, if it came to that.<br />
<br />
He continued around the lodge, gathering supplies he would need.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[The rain had started sometime before dawn. It wasn’t the clean, sharp snow Halo preferred, but a thin drizzle that glazed the world in ice and turned the air metallic. It tapped against the lodge windows in a patient, miserable rhythm as Noah moved through the main room, already awake long before the light tried to rise.<br />
<br />
Longheat was bleeding out. He could feel it in the grain of the wood beneath his palm, in the way the hearth struggled to push back the damp. Leafchange in Halo did not arrive in gold and crimson and gentle chill. It came treacherous. He needed to prepare to take a team out and gather and hunt enough to bulk the stows of the lodge, and send compatriots home with enough for their homes and families.<br />
<br />
He crossed to the hooks near the door and pulled down his oiled cloak to keep away th rain. He added an extra lining beneath of wool, thick enough to hold warmth even when soaked. At the long table, he laid out what he would carry. From a shelf near the hearth, he gathered dried meat and hard cheese, wrapping them in waxed cloth. A small flask of something stronger followed. Not for indulgence, but for heat, if it came to that.<br />
<br />
He continued around the lodge, gathering supplies he would need.]]></content:encoded>
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