Stronger.
It is early in the morning. The others are still asleep and Fresh is out in the living area. She pushes herself up off of the floor. This is her twelfth push-up now, in her second set of movements.
She sits back, letting herself breath for about fifteen seconds, before she gets back into position and starts working towards another twelve. After this, she wants to do some other exercises for her core and legs.
The spriggans are next ...
2022-02-06 10:02:52 +0000 UTC
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It is an unusual time for Hineni to be outside, but here he is nonetheless.
The man stares around himself, listening to the song of the winter-birds as his gaze wanders around the forest clearing; the one he had met Obscura in.
The man adjusts the straps of his bag, hoisting his steel axe over his shoulder as he continues marching through the deep layers of snow. He had said that he was going out to get some wood, but that’s not entirely the truth in and of itself.
...
2022-02-05 12:36:47 +0000 UTC
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In the morning, Fresh sits downstairs in the basement and tries to cobble a coherent design for the giant heating-sphere together.
But it’s hard for a variety of reasons. The metal is more difficult to work with in this size. Plus it needs to be thinner too, so that the heat can leave the spherical body easier. The crystal-dust inside of it needs to be far denser, given the size. There are just… complications of scale on every facet of the construction.
E...
2022-02-05 06:45:26 +0000 UTC
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Hello everyone, DIS volume 1 is now available for pre-order on Audible! Volumes 2-4 are being recorded as we speak! The narrator is none other than Andrea Emmes, who you might know as the voice of 'Beneath the dragon-eye moons'! Super exciting! *-*
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2022-02-04 07:45:07 +0000 UTC
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“Jubilee!” argues Fresh, her voice echoing around the basement. “I have no idea how to make a heating bead that big!” she protests. “It’s not even a bead anymore, it’s like… a heating boulder!”
Jubilee shrugs. “Nobody could have known that by ‘a small child’ he was referring to an orcish kid.”
Fresh groans, looking at the small heating bead on the table.
Making these is one thing, but she isn’t really sure how she...
2022-02-04 07:42:37 +0000 UTC
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To say that the fairy is taken by surprise is an understatement. But that’s fair, the same could be said of Fresh, of Basil, of Jubilee and especially of the strangers who are surrounding Veli, who all look her way in confusion.
“Veli! Veli!” beams Fresh. Of course, she can’t just snatch somebody small like Veli and grab them in a hug, for risk of hurting him. So instead, she clenches her fists and starts excitedly bobbing up and down on her feet.
The...
2022-02-03 06:47:44 +0000 UTC
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Hineni exhales, watching the vapors of his breath leave his mouth as he climbs down the ladder into the ice-cellar. There is a dull thunking as his boots strike against the ice-coated steps, the sound of which echoes around the frozen basement like a dying heartbeat.
(???) has start channeling [Fairy’s Chime]{Ice} (3 seconds)
Hineni sighs, staring at the combat menu that has appeared. He had expected as much to happen. The ma...
2022-02-02 17:37:36 +0000 UTC
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It’s a mystery.
Fresh sits down on the windowsill in the library, staring out towards the heavy moon that hangs above the city, shining through the shield that encases them all with cold, distant light.
What’s outside of the shield? Nobody knows. What’s going on in the outside world? Nobody knows. Where’s the hero, Garnett? Nobody knows. Where’s Peridot? Nobody knows. What happened to them both? Nobody knows. What did the curse or the apple do? Nobo...
2022-02-02 07:27:42 +0000 UTC
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A constant, dull thudding echoes around the large room as Fresh hammers the nail down into place. The first of many hundred to come.
She’s working on the ‘ceiling’ to their bedroom and has already set up some rafters and supports with Shamrock’s help. Now it’s just a matter of adding the covering, which is going to be made up out of sheets of wood. Then, a layer of insulating padding will go on top of it and then, after that, another layer of wood. That way it won...
2022-02-01 06:39:41 +0000 UTC
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The tail of the broom whips to the side, the bristles scratching noisily against the stone wall of the dungeon as Fresh flies away as fast as she can.
The world rumbles, stones crack behind her as a gargantuan fist smashes into the spot where just was. The dungeon shakes, rocks start to fall from above.
She lets out a panicked yelp, the broom zips down towards her lower-right, diving out of the way of a piece of falling rubble.
Wind presses a...
2022-01-31 06:38:32 +0000 UTC
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The cauldron bubbles as Fresh stands downstairs, fiddling around on the workbench. The vapors of the hot-bath creep through the door to the washroom, rising up against the ceiling of the basement before wafting and drifting out as they crawl up the staircase.
It is early in the morning of the next day. Very early in the morning. The others are still asleep, but Fresh had woken up and decided that she wanted to get to work right away.
Sure, there might not be ...
2022-01-30 09:20:59 +0000 UTC
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Hineni and Sockel exchange an unsure look with each other, before glancing around the one-room ‘house’ that they had been led to by Avarice. A private space, by the looks of it.
Though, that’s hardly what it can be called. Behind the throne room was another grand, ornate chamber, completely empty and void of function and inside of that… was a shack.
Literally, a shack. It’s a shit-heap that’s hardly befitting of the grand spectacle that was laid o...
2022-01-29 15:36:40 +0000 UTC
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“Hey Muldrich,” calls Fresh, leaning out of the door. It’s snowing. “Do you want lunch?”
“No, thank you,” replies the man. Fresh nods, shrugging as she heads back inside to get everything ready. Now that the festival has come to an end, business is slowly starting to pick up again a little more. But a lot of people seem to be spent out of their savings and the number of weary, tired faces walking by outside of their window seems to be growing with every passing ...
2022-01-29 08:56:45 +0000 UTC
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Here's a cute Basil for you, friends =)
- Done by 5enketsu
2022-01-28 17:34:13 +0000 UTC
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It is, of course, sub-optimal. All of it.
Fresh floats on her back, downstairs in the bath. The water is hot and drifting steam rises up towards the open vent in the ceiling. Condensation drips down, back into the pool, as it falls from the tips of the crystals above her head.
The red-wizard had been here again.
It is the evening of the next day, the day after they had been at the winter-festival.
The girl drifts around the w...
2022-01-28 17:30:21 +0000 UTC
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“I’ve really been feeling a lot better these last few days,” replies the familiar orc. Fresh nods, glad to hear it. It looks like Basil’s medicines have had a positive effect.
She leans down to the side, pulling out a bottle of vitamins. It’s a little glass jar with a pop-off lid and a hand-drawn label. “I’d suggest trying these,” says Fresh, opening the item’s window for the orc to read. “If you take one a day, they’ll really keep you pepped up!”
<...
2022-01-27 08:45:02 +0000 UTC
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“Should I be worried?” asks Hineni, turning his head back towards Sockel. She’s sitting across from him with crossed arms. The bag of papers on her lap, one of her legs is crossed over the other, as she leans back against the rest of the extremely lavish chair. One of many that fill this small room that they’ve been brought to.
Hineni adjusts himself, finding himself sinking down into the large cushions of his seat again, which are beyond generously padded. They’re ...
2022-01-26 20:25:12 +0000 UTC
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Fresh stares at the forbidden feather-duster.
The harpy feather-duster is set high up on top of a bookshelf in the library. Jubilee had told Shamrock to throw it up there, so that she would stop causing trouble with it.
She was working downstairs in the basement, but she had to sneeze. She assumes it's from all of the dust, so now, here she is. Alone in the library, trying to reclaim her lost feather-duster.
Should she climb up the shelf?
...
2022-01-26 09:11:49 +0000 UTC
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Fresh floats there on her flying broom, not sure if she should feel bad or not. Though, she’s tending towards feeling bad, in all honesty.
Shamrock stares up her way and gives her a thumbs-up from down below.
The horrible witch gulps, looking at the little spriggan that is bobbing around in the middle of the first floor of the central-dungeon.
She lifts a finger, pointing at it from near the ceiling that she is hovering just below. Sorry, l...
2022-01-25 08:26:44 +0000 UTC
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“Do you have anything for sore feet?” asks the man.
Fresh blinks, looking at Jubilee for a moment, who just shrugs. “No, sorry,” she says. “Do you walk a lot?”
He shakes his head. “I stand a lot.”
“Buy a chair?” suggests Jubilee.
Fresh clears her throat, nudging Jubilee with her leg. “We’ll have something ready for you, if you can come back tomorrow,” she offers.
The man thinks for a...
2022-01-24 08:22:18 +0000 UTC
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“Hineni, chosen of the Owl-God?” asks a woman in a sickly white robe. It isn’t a taupe, swampy whitish gray like the frogs. Rather, it’s more somber. It’s clean and bright, but not in a cheerful way. Though, he isn’t quite sure how to describe this differentiation exactly. He doesn’t know what makes it look like it does, but that’s how it is.
“Thank you for coming by,” says Hineni. “I’m not interested.”
The woman says nothing, simply...
2022-01-23 11:25:03 +0000 UTC
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Fresh sits at the library table, scribbling down sketches from a ‘how to draw’ book they have. She’s trying to draw a moon like it’s shown here in the book. But for some reason, hers looks nothing like the real drawing in the guide. Her moon looks kind of like a tuber, honestly.
She frowns, lifting her gaze towards Shamrock who is sitting across from herself and writing one of his murder-manuals. Fresh lowers her gaze, feeling a new determination come to her. She stre...
2022-01-23 08:14:08 +0000 UTC
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Honestly, it all doesn’t look so bad.
Sure, the wood is running low, since his stockpiles are either burnt through or they had been flooded by Rhine’s spell. Any damp wood left over after the frog’s attack is next to useless for what he needs it for.
And sure, the window is still broken and he doesn’t quite have the money together for its repair yet, despite selling all of his daggers. But by tonight, he will. A few more daggers and he’ll have it.
2022-01-23 07:03:25 +0000 UTC
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Hineni sits at the table, his hands folded in front of himself as he stares downward. A small, tawny owl is sitting behind him on the back-rest of the bench, affectionately pulling on the strands of his hair and flapping her wings as she tries to keep her balance.
Both Obscura and Rhine are okay.
It turns out that during his checking of the heating system, Rhine had fallen down a shaft, lured in by the fairy who was mimicking Hineni’s voice to draw him towa...
2022-01-22 12:58:42 +0000 UTC
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Fresh sighs.
“Will you stop moping?!” barks Jubilee. “I’m going to go home.”
She straightens upright, grabbing Jubilee. “Nooo~!” pleads Fresh. “Sorry, Jubilee,” she says, looking around at the festival. “I’m just worried about Basil, is all.”
“Basil’s fucking fine,” says Jubilee, waving her off. “She just has the sniffles,” they explain. “It’s what happens if you hang around people all day who’re sick. ...
2022-01-22 11:41:48 +0000 UTC
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A cool draft pulls in through the window, blowing the fabric of the newly hung up chicken-curtains to the side. The fabric billows in the breeze, pulling away from the wall like shackled ghosts as the whisper of the night enters their home.
Light shines around Fresh’s woven fingers that spin around the haunting glow of the orb set before herself on the table. A light shawl, which she has twisted around herself like a hood, adorns her head that is hunched over the crystal-ba...
2022-01-21 09:07:34 +0000 UTC
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“Please, open your heart,” pleads the man, holding out an empty bowl.
“Get fucked!” barks Jubilee, waving him off, walking away and rolling their eyes.
Fresh gasps, shocked at her friend’s rudeness. “Jubilee!” she scolds, apologizing to the man who she then gives a few Obols to, before running after her friend. “Jubilee, don’t be mean to people,” she lectures. “The poor guy looks like he’s having a hard time.”
Jubile...
2022-01-20 08:46:38 +0000 UTC
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Fresh stands in front of the cauldron, peering down into its bubbling surface as she watches her reflection float around inside of it, always staring up to face her.
“What do I do?” she asks it, her voice echoing around the otherwise empty basement.
The girl in the water shrugs. “Heck if I know!” she says. Fresh sighs. The reflection meanwhile, shakes her head. “Just do what you think is best.”
“But I’m dumb,” argues Fresh, ...
2022-01-19 18:14:36 +0000 UTC
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Hineni pulls the trap-door open and stares down it. It is, indeed, exactly where Sockel’s voice had said it would be. Hineni bends down and peers into it, holding the lantern in front of himself.
He can feel the hot breeze of the heating shaft rushing past his face. But it seems to be clashing with some… indiscernible cold. The man shudders. He had no idea that the bones of the old house were this cold. It almost feels as frozen as the outside world. He hopes that he does...
2022-01-19 07:04:16 +0000 UTC
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Fresh sways around, her body drifting through the odd current as the black-water carries her far off and away, off towards some place that is darker, deeper, colder.
She knows that she’s dreaming again, but she isn’t really sure what the purpose of the dream tonight is. She isn’t being talked to by the spirit of the fountain, she isn’t seeing any odd, horrible visions or vague prophecies of the future to come. She’s just… floating.
The currents sh...
2022-01-18 07:54:20 +0000 UTC
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