mhh i do think i know what we are forgetting ... we are on an battlefield where people where trying to kill each other not to long ago ...
so we will have two things left here when the people leave, a lot of corpses and also an unknown amount of wounded people that may or may not be able to move on their own ...
I really like this story so far but the song is giving me a headache. I feel like the rhythm would flow better if each verse went 4 4 5 instead of 4 4 4. I'll elaborate when I'm at an actual computer. Maybe 4 4 6 on a few of them.
EDIT:
Ok fixed it.
I had some trouble with this chapter, so I'm just going to cheerfully skim past it. I'll be focusing my efforts on both this and Fragmentation for at least a few days; apparently, the playlist I put together for Fragmentation is (at least for now) serving to fuel them both.
As always, write-ins are encouraged.
[X] Just instruct the spectators to flee and leave the area yourself. They'll talk, certainly, but nobody is close enough to get a good look at your features. Switching your hairstyle and changing clothes should (hopefully) be more than enough to throw them off track, assuming you cover Skybreaker with something.
You twirl Skybreaker and eye the assembled spectators speculatively. Heh. But alas, your Surge is surely scheduled to end soon. Starting another project, especially one involving human test subjects, is simply begging for trouble. Unlike many Inspired, you like to think you know better than to reach beyond your limits. Partly because you barely acknowledge the existence of such, so if you think something is a bad idea, you should probably listen to yourself.
"Thank you all for providing a cooperative audience, and I sincerely hope you have a good day. You're allowed to run now."
You open up a rift close to where you left your unnamed horse and step through it. You should probably grace your ignoble steed with a name sooner rather than later.
Said horse isn't at all happy about the quartet of rifts you open to gain some distance, but it still follows when you drag it through each portal on foot.
Strangely enough, you never can identify a specific point where your Surge ends. You've always been able to before, but now? The only difference is a loss in knowledge and significantly less commentary from Inspiration. You still feel warm, fluffy, and happy, a state of affairs that persists all the way until you next go to sleep.
Your emotions have returned to something closer to what you're used to by the time you next awaken. You're still happier than you can remember being for a long, long time. Since the feeling merely intensifies whenever you glance at Skybreaker, you're starting to suspect it might not be Surge leftovers after all. Your parents might've just come closer to emptying your life than you'd expected.
You force yourself to wrap Skybreaker in some burlap blankets anyway. You're proud of it, certainly, but pride is no reason to start acting stupid. Plus, couriers are some of the only people who can be expected to have horses; if you pretend to be one, it should provide an adequate explanation for your full pack and the wrapped-up weapon.
The day after you completed Skybreaker, a haze of smog hints toward the presence of a mid-sized town long before you actually reach it. Your lungs object almost immediately and tempt you to summon up a screaming rift to devour the irritating contaminant.
The wide-open gates and buzz of sound is a rather conspicuous contrast to the lack of traffic on the road you're on. Perhaps the war between weak Inspired didn't come this far?
[] Go find an inn or tavern, order a meal, and cheerfully eavesdrop on those inside. News of your exploits shouldn't have reached this town yet, but if it has, that means the opposition has a method of communication capable of traveling faster than you. If it still hasn't, you can still learn what on Earth is going on.
[] Go around it and continue on your way. It's practically the first place your parents will search for you once they start looking in this direction.
[] Make a beeline to whatever market the town might have.
-[] If it's divided into sections, aim for whichever one caters to Inspired or mundane mechanical artisans.
[] Give in to your desires and open up the biggest rift possible in the skies above.
-[] Delay your entry to the town by a couple hours to compensate. Reality won't be nearly as pliable in a location already settled by humanity; there's simply no good reason for you to announce your presence more than necessary.
I'd prefer not to; I tend to get extremely self-conscious about my taste in music for no adequate reason. I know it's irrational, but it's still there, partly because I enjoy enough kinds that I always seem to stumble on someone saying "You actually like X?"
I figure this particular song is probably safe from judgment, though.
[x] Make a beeline to whatever market the town might have.
-[x] If it's divided into sections, aim for whichever one caters to Inspired or mundane mechanical artisans.
Checking out the shinies, and seeing what sort of stuff is actually commercially available.
[x] [Name] Steve
Steed -> Steve.
Naming is not my strong point.
[X] Give in to your desires and open up the biggest rift possible in the skies above.
-[X] Delay your entry to the town by a couple hours to compensate. Reality won't be nearly as pliable in a location already settled by humanity; there's simply no good reason for you to announce your presence more than necessary.
[X] Go find an inn or tavern, order a meal, and cheerfully eavesdrop on those inside. News of your exploits shouldn't have reached this town yet, but if it has, that means the opposition has a method of communication capable of traveling faster than you. If it still hasn't, you can still learn what on Earth is going on.
will vote for a name if someone comes up with a good one and really nice to see an update for this quest.
[X] [Name] Equinas
[X] Give in to your desires and open up the biggest rift possible in the skies above.
-[X] Delay your entry to the town by a couple hours to compensate. Reality won't be nearly as pliable in a location already settled by humanity; there's simply no good reason for you to announce your presence more than necessary.
[X] [Name] Graxmathur the Stormhoofed
I have plans for this horse.
[x] Go around it and continue on your way. It's practically the first place your parents will search for you once they start looking in this direction.
I'd prefer not to; I tend to get extremely self-conscious about my taste in music for no adequate reason. I know it's irrational, but it's still there, partly because I enjoy enough kinds that I always seem to stumble on someone saying "You actually like X?"
I figure this particular song is probably safe from judgment, though.
I guess you've never looked at the music on my iPad. Probably the weirdest thing on there is a bunch of Celtic songs. Clannad is the main band responsible. Well, that and the stuff based on Valdemar. This, alongside speed-metal, and rap (mostly from the Madworld OST, admittedly). You're not alone in having eclectic taste in music.
[X] Go find an inn or tavern, order a meal, and cheerfully eavesdrop on those inside. News of your exploits shouldn't have reached this town yet, but if it has, that means the opposition has a method of communication capable of traveling faster than you. If it still hasn't, you can still learn what on Earth is going on.
I guess you've never looked at the music on my iPad. Probably the weirdest thing on there is a bunch of Celtic songs. Clannad is the main band responsible. Well, that and the stuff based on Valdemar. This, alongside speed-metal, and rap (mostly from the Madworld OST, admittedly). You're not alone in having eclectic taste in music.
I just love celtic drinking songs. Drunken Lullabies, Alestorm's Drink, The Gods Are Not Crazy. Though I've been finding conflicting reports as to whether Leslie Fish has actual celtic heritage or just likes the style of music.
[] Go find an inn or tavern, order a meal, and cheerfully eavesdrop on those inside. News of your exploits shouldn't have reached this town yet, but if it has, that means the opposition has a method of communication capable of traveling faster than you. If it still hasn't, you can still learn what on Earth is going on.
[X] Go find an inn or tavern, order a meal, and cheerfully eavesdrop on those inside. News of your exploits shouldn't have reached this town yet, but if it has, that means the opposition has a method of communication capable of traveling faster than you. If it still hasn't, you can still learn what on Earth is going on.
