From the Histories of Oceanbridge, 193In this year the Bird-Men came to ravage the Country of Oceanbridge, where many brave Shield-Dwarfs made their home.
The Bird-Men were named Beak Dogs, though none knew why or from whence they came. Many asked about the name, but were brusquely told that it wasn’t important, to the historian’s great disappointment.
Derm, Soulchopper and Champion, led the warriors.
They were Derm, and Cilob, Guy and Shina, Karakzon and one dozen war dogs, and an elephant. As well as some others who weren't as interesting or important. Brightly shone their mail, and swords, and spears, and shovels, and granite pots filled with wine, and diverse other weapons. Brighter still shone their eyes when, as one group they charged. Except for the dyer who charged ahead of the group, and whose bones were all broken. A fitting punishment for one who ruined the historian's narrative.
This was followed by many stabbings.
And so the Bird-Men met their doom.
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Person came bustling into Aban’s office, (which was now an actual office, rather than a chair.) “Aban! I’m glad that I found you. Do you have a moment?”
“Well, I’ve been going through the evidence, you know, about poor Cog. Trying to see if I can find-“
“Put that away for now. Tell me, how many whips do we have?"
“Do you want an exact count? Uh, zero, I think. But I thought that Cog-“
“Forget that for now, I said. We need to get the people in this fort working, and the bridge isn’t doing the trick. Most days there are twenty or so useless crafters idling away in the dining room. I’ve got some ideas to fix that. Now, how many large wooden spikes do we have?”
“I… What?” Aban looked shocked.
“Spikes, Aban! I want to start building a sort of… arena. Something to keep the rest of our companions entertained and distracted, from things like Cog, and so on.”
“Oh, all right. Then zero, again.”
“You sure?”
“I counted them myself!”
Person shook his head, “Lot of work to do around here, then. Better get started.”
As he walked out the door, Person ran (literally) into a crafter. "Speaking of... You, what's your name?"
The dwarf stood up and dusted the sand from his back. "Remalle, sir."
"How do you feel about giant wooden spikes?"
Remalle took a step back. "I think it would depend what you were going to do with them, sir!"
"I want you to make me twenty of them, for a start."
((And I am back.
MANY IDEAS.
I guess so! What does a pokemon stadium look like anyways?
Yay! Greatbridge of Oceans 2.0!
Not nearly as disastrous so far, though.))
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