Yes tis true,we may well do indeed.Well in the Land of Sosaria at least


I had read a report that pumpkins were appearing out of the grounds of farmers fields in Brittain,and after collecting some for evidence I made my way back to the Sosarian Stables with my tired mount.
Walking back toward town I stopped in the Cats Lair for a refreshing drink,when I saw a member of Lady Vanqa's order appear speaking some strange ditty.
"Trick or treat " she called out.
"Trick or treat "....,ahe called again.
No one seemed to take any notice as she went up to each of the taverns staff repeating her words



I made my way to the door,but the words still rang in my ears.
"Trick or treat ", I said to myself.
Yes it was a catchy little phrase,and even though not knowing what it meant, I decided to pass it on anyway .
"Trick or treat " I called to a passerby, who just looked at me with some surprise,
Smiling I made way down toward the docks.I decided to get some fresh fish whilst in the city.
I saw a fisherman treading a heavy path toward home after a hard mornings work.
"Trick or treat ",I greeted him.
I was just about to request my order when he suddenly exploded before my eyes.Horrified I looked down at his dismembered corpse.It was then 'she appeared'.


To my amazement I saw a female dressed exactly like me...even the same colour hair.In fact she was my absolute double,excepting she was res with rage.wI opened my mouth to speak when suddenly she charged toward me weilding a blade.
Imagine my shock !!!
I ran a few steps to give myself time to arm my spell book.I stood ready as she charged toward me again and began chanting Np ampunt of spells could deter her.
I suddenly felt waves of nausea wash over me as her blade struck home.
I staggered toward the West Britain bank,in the hope of some assistance against this mad woman.


At first folk were as shocked as I must of been to see a female in a 'red fury' attacking.
It wasnt long though before a user of the Dark Arts,thankfully managed to over come her and she lay face down in the dirt,before dissapearing from sight.



Thanking the hooded figure I painfully set my weary self back home,to treat the effects of the poison and get some well earned rest.

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