Our story begins in the desolate tundra hamlet of Pointedislands. Stranded at the edge of civilization, beyond which are the coldest of tundras. The nearest village is at least a day's walk away. The few brave ones who live here eke out their survival by hunting and fishing on the beach -- at least when the waves aren't frozen solid. Nothing grows here.
Our protagonist is a young female goblin. She's a redhead, and like all goblins, she doesn't need to eat or drink. Pretty advantageous in a place like this. She would think of herself as a talented poet, but in reality she's probably middling. Years of hard toil has given her a reasonably muscular build, but then again so do most of the human villagers. This is a cold unforgiving place. Only the hardy survive.
Being one of the village hunters, she is a competent bowman. In reality she fancies herself as an elf, waxing lyrical and raining arrows upon her enemies atop a giant war panther. There weren't any elves in the area though. Humanity was a distant second. But it was probably better than the dark fortresses of her kind, which was cramped, packed, and not-at-all encouraging to creative pursuits.
She was a rather unconventional goblin for most standards, being generally not-a-horrible-person to spend time with. Still, you can't escape your own blood. Ruling the world? Not a bad idea.
Our story begins here...
"Really? You expect me to perform a piece just for you?"
Ricdil grinned, "Well I have to make sure you're good enough. Don't want to be travelling the world with a half-assed poet."
"You already know how good I am, Ric. You've seen me perform before," I grumbled. "This is just a cheap grab so you can make fun of my Rrrr's again."
"Maybe. But you have to admit, your Rrrrr's R pretty funny." He cackled away as he evaded my punch. "Come on Sit. One performance, then I'll go with you on your world tour thing."
I gave him a glare.
"One performance."
"Yep."
"And not a word about my accent."
"We calling it an accent now?
Alright alright..."
"SHUT UP YOU TWO!"
"You're being sarcastic, aren't you."
"DAMN YOU RICDIL!"
"GODDAMN BOTH OF YOU!"
I folded my arms crossly. "So, you're going to come now or what?"
...
Author
Topic: (42.06)[The Windy Universes] Turn 10a, Terrapin | Turn 11b, Bearskie [Adv. Suc.] (Read 35229 times)