Writing – Page 28 – The Wandering Inn

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March 4, 2017

Silence. Erin walked in it. It was the numbing static in her head. It was the sound of tears falling in her heart. It was everything. She walked in the darkness. Short, narrow walls of dirt enclosed her. She followed a massive shape as it led her through the tunnels. Her arms were breaking, her […]

1.29

They were called Workers. It was more than a name. It was their purpose, their role in life. In the Hive. Worker.  That job included many things. They were hammers to build new tunnels and structures for the Drakes and Gnolls in the city. A butcher to separate meat from bone, or a sweeper to […]

1.28 A

Some days, he, Klbkchhezeim, hated Liscor. Hated Liscor and Izril and every miserable species his people had failed to kill in their first war upon this continent. And he wondered when the third war would begin and thought of killing them all. It was no longer as easy as it would have been. He was […]

1.27 R

They called her the Deadly Flower Blooming in the North. Which was…a mouthful of a title. After her first meeting with Magnolia Reinhart, Ryoka Griffin had asked who, exactly, she was. ‘Head of the Reinhart Family,’ was her answer. Which begged the question what that meant. The Reinharts were one of the Five Families. Well, […]

1.26 R

The Ruins of Albez sit at the heart of what had once been a magical kingdom. Or perhaps a community of mages. Or an ancient citadel of—you know what? It doesn’t matter. There’s almost nothing left anymore to tell a visitor what it had been. Once, this hillside of collapsed dirt and dug-out structures was […]

1.25

The Hive was always dark. Always secluded from the light of the surface above. Even in the grandest chamber, where the two spoke—it was so dim as to disconcert every species but theirs. Neither one minded. They had lived underground for ages before ever bothering to reach the surface. In the subterranean passages and the […]

Interlude – King Edition

Evening fell across the world at the same time. It was already dark in Liscor in an inn where a young woman was knocking on a table. That was because the mountains that sheltered her inn were obscuring the fading light. But far south and to the west, upon another continent, another land—the dry air […]

1.24

“Baking soda.” Krshia shook her head. Once more, she stood at her shop counter, this time sharpening a knife with a whetstone as a product demo. She was selling whetstones and knives. She seemed very familiar with both; there wasn’t much chance she would cut herself as she applied more water to the whetstone. Erin hadn’t […]

1.23 A

March 3, 2017

Click.  A single sound in the darkness. The sound was of two mandibles snapping together. Long pincers, like those of tiny ants, but scaled up for a body slightly shorter than most Humans, Drakes, and Gnolls. The mandibles were a last-ditch weapon; they were meant to lacerate and tear, but they were really for breaking […]

1.22

A shifting, glowing mass of green and black insects covered the bottom half of a table and pieces of bloody cloth. Erin looked at the countless bugs that had entered her inn and wondered whether screaming would attract their attention. Probably. They were huge, black bugs that vaguely resembled fireflies. Except these Acid Flies were […]

1.21

The inn. A place for questing adventurers, drinking, solace, and even temporary, messy love. Or just lust. In any good tavern, you can find at least one mysterious figure in the shadows ready to spout off cryptic messages of doom. No pub worthy of the name wouldn’t have the potential for indiscriminate violence simmering in […]

1.20 R

Every head in the Runner’s Guild turned as the door opened. It was a conditioned response; those who ran were either quick to notice things or they were dead. Unlike adventurers, Runners didn’t slay monsters, but there were requests posted that weren’t average letter deliveries. Emergency rush jobs, dangerous assignments all went there, and naturally, […]

1.19 R

The wind blows through my hair as the sun rises. Past the mountain range they call the High Passes, which divides Izril in half, a fierce breeze blows north, and I wonder if it’s come all the way down from those peaks hidden among the clouds. It blows down past the screaming Goblins trying to […]

1.18

“Checkmate.” At last, Erin slid her last rook into position. Olesm stared at the board and then tipped over his king with a trembling claw. A sigh ran through the audience surrounding the chessboard. It sounded like disbelief. The choking noise coming from Lism’s mouth was like a lawnmower engine failing to rev up. But […]

1.17

Erin woke up slowly. She woke up to the sight of a bag full of money on her table. For a moment, she thought the Goblin had left it. It wasn’t the Goblin. In fact, the mysterious bag full of silver coins was courtesy of Klbkch. Erin peered down at the note he’d written and […]

1.16

Erin sat in a chair and stared outside. It was a lovely day. A warm breeze floated through the window, warming all it touched. Except for her. She felt cold. Cold and empty. Shadows passed before her. They had names. Klbkch, Relc, even Pisces. But they weren’t important. The dead were far worse. Erin held […]

1.15

His name was Klbkch. It was what the members of other species called him, at least. His true name was longer and hard to express with lips. So he thought of himself as Klbkch or sometimes ‘Klb’. It was important to have an easy, affable nickname. At the moment, Klbkch was off-duty. He had signed […]

1.14

It was a beautiful morning. The sky was deep blue, and the sun shone down pleasantly. The inn felt so quiet, only one panting, ragged breath could be heard. It smelled like mold and faint dust. The floorboards, worn smooth by age, were slick with sweat from Erin’s palms. For a second, it seemed so […]

1.13

Erin woke up tired and bleary-eyed. She mechanically got up and remembered that she’d forgotten to gather any blue fruits. She looked at the bag full of food she’d dragged all the way to the inn. It was too much work to make pasta or bread, so she ate one of the sausages instead. It […]

1.12

Erin walked through the city, feeling the unwelcome sun warming the back of her neck. She was hot, sweaty, and tired. But most of all, she was anxious. It was a terrible, biting pain in her stomach that refused to leave her no matter how much she tried to relax. Because she couldn’t. She was […]

1.11

Erin woke up. Generally, this was an ordeal. Today, however, it was fairly easy. Because the real ordeal would come later. Such as right after breakfast. Erin stared glumly at the three shriveled blue fruits on her plate. She bit the first experimentally and chewed. And chewed. And chewed. “Rubbery.” It was incredibly difficult to […]

Interlude – The Great Ritual

It took her a long time to clean up all the broken wood. It was just as well she needed fuel for the fire in the kitchen, but it was still a pain to pick up all the splinters. Especially when one got stuck in her hand. But she’d done it, and now it was […]

1.10

Erin stood in front of the cupboard and sighed. Loudly. “Men.” Erin paused and thought about that word. “Males. They eat and eat and eat. And then I have to clean up the dishes. Typical.” True, she was an [Innkeeper]. Or at least, she kept an inn relatively clean. But that didn’t make her feel […]

1.09

At some point, Erin slept. At some point, Erin woke up. These were minor details. What mattered was the sound. Knock. Knock. She tried hard to ignore it. But it kept going and going, waking her up from her peaceful oblivion. After a while, the knocking was too much to ignore. Erin opened her eyes […]

1.08

It was instinctual. The black metal pot flew through the air even before the creature finished speaking. “What the—” Before the creature was struck by the flying pot, it made a very uncharacteristic, very Human, very surprised sound. After it was struck by the pot, it didn’t make any sounds at all. The image of […]