Racrar was burning. The storm had been sudden and terrible. The lightning was relentless, the fires, the devastation. Though the creatures living there fled in every direction, there seemed to be nowhere that was untouched by the apocalyptic atmosphere. It was nearly a year past the initial horror. A flyena was scraping out an existence, hoping against hope each day anew that salvation and a return to, perhaps not normalcy, but at least to a better life than the current prolonged trauma, would be at hand just on the next horizon. Somewhere, there must be a pocket that was less damaged. Somewhere, food easier to find, air easier to breathe. Somewhere the slyrks survived to bring down prey and let their smaller neighbors, with whom they had a tentatively friendly symbiosis, scavenge the leftovers. Somewhere, a place to raise her lone cub that would offer the promise of a quiet, happy life. These were the stories she spun to Silver every night as they cuddled together to sleep.
The Ballad of Boatswain Bill by SeventhBard, literature
Literature
The Ballad of Boatswain Bill
The Ballad of Boatswain Bill a Hollowbean story by SeventhBard The moon rose fat and full above the waters of Cragshackle Cove, dappling them with silvered light. Bill Boggarty, or as he was more commonly known “Boatswain Bill,” had been expected at port for weeks, but so far there was no sign of the Whisperwind or her crew. Lord Twitchwhisker paced the stone floors of the keep, anxious for his business partner and long time friend- also for the crew, the ship, and the cargo of course, but you must understand how unusual this was. Sometimes, yes, a ship is late. But this was Boatswain Bill. Years at sea had made him feel less comfortable without a deck underneath him. It wasn’t always so for sailors, particularly as they neared Bill’s age, but he was one of those who wouldn’t let go of their grip on the sea- or perhaps, whom the sea refused to release her grip upon. These wandering ways had made him very successful at his trade and these days he often was questioned why he
The price of autonomy The merchant lazily waved the stick adorned with colourful tassels in front of their face, shooing away the flies. “My most esteemed friend, this is not what you have proposed to me in your initial offer. I have had everything written down by my esteemed secretary Atik, whose hands are as quick as his mind.” The sticks never kept the flies away for too long; even before the merchant had finished their sentence, two of them were already crawling around on their headdress. There was little for Arqeez to do besides watching the flies. His role as a bodyguard required him to stand still and be imposing for the negotiation's duration, only acting when he was told so by his employer. The recently-printed armour felt itchy against his skin and the rifle weighed down his smaller pair of arms. The faster the merchants were done, the better… “My most esteemed friend, while I am aware of what the initial offer was and I surely do not doubt your secretary’s skills, this
Hollowbean Void Event Day 2 by SeventhBard, literature
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Hollowbean Void Event Day 2
Sven could have flown to Cannellini, but opted to take the ship that many of the others were traveling in. It let him rest his wings and gave him a chance to be a little more acquainted with the others who were helping with the void rifts alongside him. The air was brisk as they pulled into port, the ship bobbing as it docked in the choppy sea. The helpers were divided into groups, as there seemed to be a rift in the town square and a smaller one up a well-traveled mountain on a tiny island within sight of shore. Sven shook a drop of icy water out of his beard as he climbed into a life boat, for ferrying to the base of the mountain. Quest briefed them all during the trip, so once they hit the shore there wasn't much milling or planning- everybody pretty much knew what they were doing and got to work. Some stayed behind to care for the boats and prepare a campsite in case the efforts were prolonged and they needed to stay the night, and to make a meal for everyone. Most went