Hey everyone, I just wanted to wish you all a happy new years. I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for this year.
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Gone are the days of spring sunshine and summer glows, gone is the autumn and its gentle, nudging winds that would so often coax one to go back home, to slowly seek shelter and warmth and comfort. Now, the winter is here and it has brought with it a front of cold and unforgiving air.
Fresh looks at her breath, floating out of her mouth as she exhales, standing in the library. T...
2021-12-31 08:34:10 +0000 UTC View PostFresh sweeps through the house with an old broom that she had found on a trash-heap. It seems that today is the day of the month when people are throwing out their old furniture and larger items from their houses, for the people in charge of the city’s disposal to pick up. While she honestly didn’t see anything during her excursion that caught her eye apart from this broom, Shamrock and Bas...
2021-12-30 19:13:37 +0000 UTC View Post“It’s not what it looks like,” says Hineni, first thing after finding a pair of furiously glaring yellow eyes, drilling into him from above. Their shine stems from the great owl sitting on the rafters, staring down at the torn-up floor of the entrance area. The giant owl ...
2021-12-29 20:02:08 +0000 UTC View PostFresh sighs, sitting up on the roof of the house. It’s not exactly a safe place to be, given the height and the sleekness of it, because of all of the winter snow and ice. But she’s fastened with a rope that Shamrock is holding onto down below.
She looks around at the destruction. It’s torn apart, it looks like someone literally blasted this section of the roof away from ...
2021-12-29 14:55:47 +0000 UTC View PostThe basement itself, now that they’ve come back with a looted torch from the dungeon, looks to be a normal, standard fare basement. There are some old, dusty shelves and the walls are made up of rock and brickwork, same as the floors. Though here too, things are dilapidated. Rocks have fallen from the sides, down to the just as broken floor. Still, it’s going to be nice to have a basement a...
2021-12-28 15:49:40 +0000 UTC View Post“Jubilee,” says Fresh. “There’s a mushroom here,” she explains, pointing at the left-hand wall, just past the door.
“Pull it out and throw it away,” sighs Jubilee, stepping in after her. “Well. I guess we can add replacing the floor to the list of renovations already,” they say, looking around the entrance area. For whatever reason, the stones of the floor hav...
2021-12-27 20:00:19 +0000 UTC View PostThe little glass-chicken dangles on her wrist as Fresh hums, walking through the city. She pulls the jacket that she has on a little more tightly closed, relieved to feel how warm it is. Jubilee really did a good job with these, considering they were nothing but some spriggans’ bark and a bit of fluff they had bought for next to nothing. These clothes are a little plain, but she kind of likes...
2021-12-26 17:22:04 +0000 UTC View PostIt is the next day.
Hineni stands back, looking at the long molds he had made from river sediment and the molten metal that fills them. It had taken several attempts to get a good mixture, one that could handle this intense heat, but after some experimentation ...
2021-12-25 19:49:33 +0000 UTC View PostIt’s the afternoon of the next day.
Fresh hums to herself as she walks in a circle around the snowman that she had built. It’s an odd looking thing, being a little lumpy in all sorts of different places. Its arms are two gangly sticks and since she didn’t have anything better for eyes, she used two rocks from the ground and then another smaller stub of a stick with a leaf...
2021-12-25 17:36:55 +0000 UTC View PostShould Fresh and co. take the cozy, skinny house? Or the crooked, witchy house?
Fresh hums, sitting on the floor of their room as she works. The others are out getting breakfast and she’s sitting here by herself, pulling a little ribbon around a small box. It isn’t much, but it’s a token of her affection. This one is for Shamrock. Jubilee’s and Basil’s are already done and hidden under the bed, which is honestly the only hiding spot in the entire room.
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Fresh blows the air out of her mouth, watching the vapors leave through the cracks of her cupped hands. Breathing in through her nose, she waits a moment for the air to warm up in her lungs, before exhaling again and watching the next trail of vapors leave to rise up towards the ceiling of the bubble over the city that she suspects is likely very dewy.
“What are you doing?”...
2021-12-23 19:32:10 +0000 UTC View Post“Magic is a weird thing,” says Hineni, looking at the piece of metal that Rhine is flicking around in his small hand. It’s not a wand just yet, rather, it’s just a metal cylinder. The first thing that he did was to take a bar of copper-iron alloy and to split it into se...
2021-12-22 19:26:07 +0000 UTC View Post“Muffins!” yells a loud, jovial sounding man out into the market-square, outside of the dungeon. “Get your muffins!” He doesn’t seem to have any takers though. People are just walking right past him to and from the dungeon.
“I want a muffin!” exclaims Fresh, running over excitedly towards him as if his call had been meant for her personally.
“St...
2021-12-22 18:16:16 +0000 UTC View Post“Basil! Basil! Look!” Fresh runs down the street, staring in wide-eyed wonder as flakes of white snow find their way down to the roads, landing and collecting on the roofs of the many warm houses, on the bark of the giant tree that sits in the center of the city, as if coating it with streaks of white paint.
She isn’t the only excited person running around. Other adventur...
2021-12-21 11:58:11 +0000 UTC View PostFresh stands outside in the street, staring up at the oddly dancing lights that make up the sky above their heads. It is late at night, several days later.
She’s outside right now, having been sent out to bring back today’s dinner. The others, after a long, exhausting day in the dungeon, had just wanted to have a quiet meal at home tonight. The last few nights, they had bee...
2021-12-20 16:42:34 +0000 UTC View PostThey are back in their small room in the adventurer’s guild, having returned from the dungeon. After a small excursion through the city to visit the shrines that Basil had wanted to see and the shops that Jubilee and Shamrock had been interested in, they grabbed some lunch and then made their way back ‘home’.
As for the bubble, the magical force-field that has surrounded ...
2021-12-19 09:21:47 +0000 UTC View PostCrickets chirp outside as Hineni lays in bed, laying on his side and facing away towards the wall. Obscura lays behind him, also on her side, but she faces the other way and the two of them sleep back to back. Honestly, with him having never had a grip on social situations of a...
2021-12-18 10:06:22 +0000 UTC View PostFresh lets out an extremely delighted scream, clutching her face as she looks at the odd thing. “JUBILEEEEEE~!” she howls, her fingers digging into her cheek. “Look at it! LOOK!” exclaims Fresh, spinning around in a circle and stomping her feet like an excited child. She literally can’t handle it. “I’m going to die!”
“Pakew!” shouts the odd thing.
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“I’m telling you, Basil!” exclaims Fresh as she sits on the foot on the bed, having just come back from the bathing area, together with the priestess. They had one-hundred floors of dungeon guck and one full night’s sleep to wash off of themselves. She feels like a new person now, after returning to their room. Her hair is wrapped in a cloth like the priestess’ is too, so that she can...
2021-12-17 18:14:24 +0000 UTC View Post“So where are we?” asks Hineni, as the two of them exit the odd building. Whoever those people were, they had decided to leave them as they were. Sure, it’s perhaps somewhat unwise, considering that they actually kidnapped him. But, on the other hand, he feels like they...
2021-12-16 16:23:55 +0000 UTC View Post“Wow, I haven’t seen a slime in years…” mutters a surprised elf, bending down to look at Shamrock. “What a cute guy.”
“Hello,” says Shamrock.
“IT TALKS!” yells the elf in surprise, covering her mouth as she pulls back.
Fresh sighs, crossing her arms. “His name is Shamrock and he’s a man.”
The elf blink...
2021-12-16 10:22:18 +0000 UTC View PostHello, I dropped the ball again. Weaponsmith will be up tomorrow. Sorry for the delay! I'll make it good to compensate.
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First thing after flopping out of the fog filled gate like a fish washed up onto the bank of a river, Fresh rises up to the tips of her toes, stretching as she reaches up for the ceiling of the large roo...
2021-12-15 19:52:53 +0000 UTC View PostFresh isn’t really sure what it is that she’s feeling right now.
Not because of the world-ending crisis brought on by herself, but rather because of… this.
She ‘blinks’ looking around herself at the white void that they find themselves inside of. Well… also that isn’t exactly it either.
After the four of them had gone down the sho...
2021-12-14 20:02:40 +0000 UTC View PostIf she should be feeling something right now, Fresh isn’t really too sure what exactly that’s supposed to be.
Is she supposed to be horrified? If so, her heart isn’t racing, her body, while shaking, is only doing so at a minor level, as if she has a slight chill. Is she supposed to be sick? If so, she hasn’t felt nauseous or dizzy even once since having gotten up after ...
2021-12-13 20:17:18 +0000 UTC View PostFresh flies through the night, sparing a glance towards the south as she heads towards the last dungeon on her list, the central-dungeon. It’s a good thing she doesn’t have to visit the southern-dungeon. Actually, she’s a little curious about it. But not curious enough to literally want to wander into the realm of the dead. Best to just leave it be.
She turns her gaze bac...
2021-12-12 19:40:55 +0000 UTC View PostThe carriage rattles loudly as Hineni drifts in and out of wakefulness. The spell keeps him in an odd state of half-dazed awareness. It’s as if he’s on the edge of arising from a long dream, but the sensation just seems to stretch on and on for a while, until eventually, th...
2021-12-11 20:16:39 +0000 UTC View PostNow, in a sense that she knows what she’s doing, her midnight ride is a lot less terrifying and she finds herself able to enjoy the beauty of the landscape, even if only for a brief moment now and then between the beats of her heart, which strikes frantically because of a different terror.
Sure. She’s flying to let the dungeon-masters know that it’s time. But what is it t...
2021-12-11 16:38:48 +0000 UTC View PostFresh flies off into the night, holding onto the broom for dear life as she zooms across the ocean. The wind howls, pressing past her ears as the broom twists around in a spiral, brushing over the crashing waves of the ocean that she shoots out over, just above the surface of the water. As she cruises past the burnt wreck of the ship that had been set alight a few weeks ago, she assumes that sh...
2021-12-10 18:56:15 +0000 UTC View Post