Some good writings here!
On my end cozy is what I was going for!
I think on my first turn it'd be strange to have an epic adventure to compete with these greats, and so maybe the humble beginnings of a wolf man haunted by an omniscient ear?
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After sitting on a hillside for awhile with Zon I took a second look at my maps.
It hit me all of a sudden. My regional map looked different than the map I had of the world, and so I was wandering around a small circle that
looked the same on the world map as my regional map, but was too far north
With that Zon and I set south!
On my journey I ran into another snapping turtle as well as more kestrels and ravens. I was able to gather more meat for the rest of the journey
The next day while climbing a steep hill was strange though.
I felt...uneasy. Like something was very very wrong and I found my instincts slowing me down to a crawl.
Zon and I quietly creeped up the hill seeing nothing to indicate what might be near, if anything.
I heard stories in the tavern back home of forests filled with undead, demons, goblin marauders and more. So far my trip had been quiet, but this could be
the threat, and I am no warrior.
We manage to safely clear the area and continue south uninterrupted, but I'm curious if I ran into anything or if I'm just starting to get nerves being isolated so long.
The rest of my journey took about two days, but I spent the next afternoon at a brook with Zon. We stood right where the brook began to drop off and turn into a proper river. I waded in and used the opportunity to practice my vocals, but... I really doubt I'll make it as a singer even if the museum will take me in.
Zon disagrees and jumps in the brook and rolls on his back between my legs. I scratch his belly since he's a good boy.
We spend most of the afternoon there.
The next day I made it over the last hill just as the sun was beginning to set behind me coloring the countryside below orange and violet.
I could see the Museum now! and other places beyond it!
We had made it! I was tired and thirsty and the sun had set by the time we got inside the castle grounds, but
we had made it!But it was quiet...empty. I was stumbling around in the dark and I wondered where everyone was? If the museum was made up of great heroes and adventurers I supposed it made sense for few to be hear.
In the distance I heard loud stomping as if someone was sprinting while wearing maracas on their feet! Knowing caution to have worked so far I creeped along in its direction, only for it to turn around and bolt towards me: A goblin! A monk to be more specific!
I introduced myself and then asked him about the site.
Outlaws? How can this place be ruled by outlaws? Was it overtaken? I looked inside the "Museum" corpses and body parts littered the ground and many of its treasures were scattered all over in disarray. It looked like a battleground rife to pilfering by these "outlaws"
Zon and I continued inwards and I heard more conversation. One of the most muscular goblins I've ever seen in my life had passing conversation with a "baron". Each floor was also in equal states of disarray. Someone had left coins here in the past it seems so it might not be inappropriate tribute despite the Ear's opinion.
Yeah, well I've never heard of a museum run by outlaws so I guess we're even.
I went back to the entrance and found an open pedestal and considered it. I held the ear out and looked at it longingly. Zon was very insistent that I put the ear on the pedestal. That I be done with it and it's "influence" over me.
I stared at the ear for a long long time. I felt the noises of the world around me drown out as it spoke to me. I saw Zon barking frantically although I could not hear it.
No. No. the Ear had chosen me. I was its Master now. It could not stay in a outlaw den when it was so safe with me. It was mine. My precious.
I put the ear back into my bag and Zon howled. Instead I reached for the crown. Whoever wore this at the battle with that monster left behind a masterpiece crown. A historical marker for the ages and a acceptable diversion from my true prize that sang from within my bag.
It has come to me, the Ear. All those who follow in my bloodline shall be bound to its fate, for I shall risk no hurt to the Ear. It is precious to me, though I buy it with a great pain. The Ear tells me that we shall remain in Boltspumpkin for a time until it can lead me to greater glory. It tells me that I don't need protection anymore, but I do need to wait and listen for awhile longer
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I hope the crown is acceptable. It is a masterpiece and was found with the ear! I could also unload the treasure I found which also has historical significance or the mediocre book
Me and Zon:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_-qJKKz_Go&ab_channel=RHB01If all that is cool I'll quietly finish up my turn with some quick fort shenanigans and turn it in on time!