Such...awesome...derail....
Yeah, will we actually implement any of this?
((Depends on how much madness I want to put myself through. If we do, it'll be later. Right now it's bridge ahoy.))
Oceanbridge: A Meeting, Late Spring 192Aban opened her eyes.
Let’s see, she thought. I’m lying in the sand. There's an oddly shaped hat on my head, and I feel like someone just poured molten lead into my stomach and jumped on it... Ah yes, the party. The small party to celebrate one year in Oceanbridge, which had eventually turned into an ecstatic 2 week celebration of… something? That part was hazy. She was sure that they’d come up with some reason to keep things going. Ingish the planter had given birth to a son about halfway through, Aban remembered.
Maybe that had something to do with it? Or maybe it was the new plan that Gar had come up with. She couldn't quite remember what it was. Probably something nightmarish and impossible.
Huh. There appeared to be a… no, two dwarfs standing over her. That probably meant she should stand up, and talk to them. She did, though it took a minute.
She manage a short, "Hello? Have you been helped?" They weren't familiar dwarfs. Oh, gods, please don't say you're migrants, Aban thought. We haven't got space for the people we have. Well, at least she could only see two of them.
“Ah, you must be the overseer of this place! Aban, if I am correct!” The dwarf speaking was far too cheerfully for Aban’s taste. She and her companion were both carrying crossbows, though. Probably best not to be rude.
“Um. Yes. Who are you?”
“My name is Cilob, and this is my associate. You can call him Guy, if you want.”
“Is that his name?”
“Well, I’ve never really been too clear on his name. He’s just the guy. The Heavy Weapons Guy.
He and I led this group of migrants here. Heard this was the place to be.”
“Oh, well… I guess it is? How many are there of you? We could use a couple more people around here, but-“
“Not too many. Thirty, I think. Hope you got room for us. Oh, you've fallen over.” Cilob glanced around, then turned to her companion. "Guy, help our new boss up. I think she's been overcome by joy."
Next: Elves, Elephants, and Eels
((I hate hate hate huge migrant waves. I meant this update to be larger, but it took me an hour just to sort through the little bastards.))