Welcome welcome welcome. Lads and lasses, Lords and ladies, men and women of the plains. Your Sharmaic dragon (and yes I am a real sharman) is here to spin the wheel and weave a tale. Relax and calm your hearts, they'll need their strength for the hours to come. For the winds are whispering of names long forgotten, the carts of rag and bone neigh. Sleepless are the lost.
Today, today the sacred vail that separates death and us wains thin and have they the will to do so the passed will become the now and the lost will be the found. Your protection? To stop a haunting of wandering ghoals as they pass by your living homes, trick the ghosties a shrieking face of lighted fruit. They will think your room is taken. No jest.
So remember all who read the tales I drip that between the pumpkins with faces so lorn and the tomes of lore to fear and quicken that the day of Samhain or Halloween to modern furs is more than just a day of frolicking and folly. And be kind to our departed as the pass us by. Share your candy.

~ The Dragon of white fur, who's a sharman ~
Kaidron Blaze