Mopman43
Mountain-Hermit of Nitpeak
- Location
- Vermont
He's been dealing with repressed memories after sampling one of Titus Muggins' 'pies'.
Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest
- Thread starter Boney
- Start date
- Fantasy Users' Choice!
Voted best in category in the Users' Choice awards.
- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
And Silver glitters, but is not gold.
- Location
- Canada
"A Lament for Our Field-Marshal's Pies (and One Hour Spent in the Latrine)"
By Scully Ninetoes, halfling Fieldwarden.
That line is referring to gold that doesn't glitter, though. Maybe pies?
Oh, golden crusts... that IS clever. I take it all back. 10/10 highly recommended.
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Ericwinter
Definitely not a Skaven Infiltrator
- Location
- America
I recognize you're mostly joking, but I would just like to point out that it is far easier something that doesn't match a specific metaphor or situation than something that does, even if the latter is still pretty easy. It's part of why you can't really prove a negative, at least in most cases.Weeelll... most of the lines are very vague, so it'd pretty easily apply to a lot of things. I find more to take exception to than agree with, personally.
Gold? Eight Peaks is named after Silver in Khazalid. Belegar has a Silver crown, too. Silver tower, silver depths... silver motifs all around.
The strong have, in fact, been withering away to nothing. Their whole civilization has. Cleverness and opportunism won this, strength was there for backup.
Deep roots were very much reached by the frost. Then it flew down the Underway to have a go at even more roots.
No fire springing from ashes here. The fire came first, then a whole lot of ashes. Whooooole lot of ashes.
Light from the shadows? RUDE. Shadows are perfectly awesome without light ruining them. Dumb light can get lost, we were here first. Shadow Fire Best Fire. Gazul <3 <3
Crownless -> King applies to just about every story about a Prince ever. Also, Belegar's family have been passing down the crown this whole time. Not crownless, just uncrowned.
But maybe I'm just feeling contrarian tonight.Poor
HobbiHalfing poet, getting dunked on by the critics.
And it doesn't even mention pie once! What kind of Halfling would leave out the best part?!
QuietlyObserving
The Railgun That Walks Like a Bear
- Location
- Here.
See, Bando Nabbins is a bit of an oddball amongst halflings, and considers himself a bit of an intellectual and philosopher (the poor fellow actually learned the Elven tongue to read and speak their poetry!). So where the rest of the halflings frown at him for his strange poems that are clearly wrong from the start, Bando delights in his little metaphors.Weeelll... most of the lines are very vague, so it'd pretty easily apply to a lot of things. I find more to take exception to than agree with, personally.
Gold? Eight Peaks is named after Silver in Khazalid. Belegar has a Silver crown, too. Silver tower, silver depths... silver motifs all around.
The strong have, in fact, been withering away to nothing. Their whole civilization has. Cleverness and opportunism won this, strength was there for backup.
Deep roots were very much reached by the frost. Then it flew down the Underway to have a go at even more roots.
No fire springing from ashes here. The fire came first, then a whole lot of ashes. Whooooole lot of ashes.
Light from the shadows? RUDE. Shadows are perfectly awesome without light ruining them. Dumb light can get lost, we were here first. Shadow Fire Best Fire. Gazul <3 <3
Crownless -> King applies to just about every story about a Prince ever. Also, Belegar's family have been passing down the crown this whole time. Not crownless, just uncrowned.
But maybe I'm just feeling contrarian tonight.HobbiHalfing poet, getting dunked on by the critics.
And it doesn't even mention pie once! What kind of Halfling would leave out the best part?!
He chuckles at the thought of the gold that does not glitter - the crops his people are bringing forth from ruined soil, the unexpected nobility of men who held no binding oaths save for the pay they were due, the loyalty of a Wizard far from everything she's known.
If some doomsayers croak that the Dawi are withering, Bando smiles and nods graciously, having witnessed that there is still Might in the people of the stone, might enough to master countless foes and forge wonders not yet seen.
The roots his people will sink here shall grow deep indeed, deep enough that not even the chill winds that blow from the North will ever uproot them.
Though the Wizard of the Eight Peaks dances amidst the shadows and mists, it was she who lit the way into the seething dark below the peaks, guiding vengeful Dawi unerringly to their foes.
And if he doesn't mention pie, well, all the other small folk think he's a bit off from a respectable halfling anyway. But he doesn't seem to do anyone any harm, so they're content to shake their heads at his peculiarities and leave him to his scribblings.
Besides, he's thinking of quitting poetry for a bit, and writing a book about how he won a pretty little ring from a lost ratling Beastman when he fell down a shaft under one of the mountains.
- Location
- Canada
Sure, but the point I was getting at was that the metaphors are mostly backwards for our current situation. The old and strong withering away while the new take hold (this Hold, specifically), roots being dug out by the frost, ashes springing from fire, shadows moving in the light.
- Location
- Chicago
- Pronouns
- She/They
This is wonderful. Please write an omake from the book referenced!
Ericwinter
Definitely not a Skaven Infiltrator
- Location
- America
Only if you're looking at the actions, rather than the actors. But, I suppose, the same could be said in reverse. metaphors are pretty weird like that.
- Location
- Washington
Crownless AGAIN shall be king. Actually quite specifically about losing and regaining, which does not apply to most princes.
- Location
- Greece
I would think this refered to the crown fireworks, were I to not read it as a poem intended for another story, adapted here.
The caldera is SORT OF pie shaped...
Does that make Waaagh Birdmuncha the fillings?
More of a rat pie until recently
Twist: while halflings, humans and dwarfs don't think much about his poems because of the odd metaphors, his work translates really, really well into elfish.
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QuietlyObserving
The Railgun That Walks Like a Bear
- Location
- Here.
One of Bando's poems about Finubar the Mariner has actually caught the attention of the elfen embassy, when he sent it there on a lark.
Quest
The Great One
- Location
- Everywhere
Speaking of poetry, I did write this one a while back. I meant to write more, but ran out of steam somewhere after the second stanza and gave up after the fourth. I might add more if I have the time and am in the mood, but I have no idea how long that will take.
Take a look:
Take a look:
- Location
- Russia
I'm in no way an expert on poetry, especially English one, but I couldn't understand what meter should be used while reading this? Some lines seem too long. I tried to somewhat rework it (only first 3 stanzas) while keeping the same themes, what do you think? Metre still changes from verse to verse, but I'm too lazy/talentless for a more holistic rework.
Once there was a dwarven crown
Of eight peaks and silver blinding
Now it lies without home
Of defeat and shame reminding
Once there was a ruling line
Of the people bright and strong
Now their kingdom in decline
Shadow of that former throng
In the land of death and darkness
Much was lost and much was won
With the aid of dwarven prowess
Mighty deeds by shadow done
Of eight peaks and silver blinding
Now it lies without home
Of defeat and shame reminding
Once there was a ruling line
Of the people bright and strong
Now their kingdom in decline
Shadow of that former throng
In the land of death and darkness
Much was lost and much was won
With the aid of dwarven prowess
Mighty deeds by shadow done
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Scenes from U-K8P 3
- Location
- Chicago
- Pronouns
- She/They
Scenes from U-K8P
"It's what tomorrow?" Lissile asked blankly, looking at Hannah, who shrugged.
"Parent's Day! Don't tell me you don't... Did they not tell you? Really? Every year they invite all the parents of the proud new freshmen to wander around and attend classes with their nibblings, see what exotic sights the foremost Karak in the world offers, and maybe pick up a runic talisman if they are rich." Darna blew a raspberry. "The locals all see it as a chance to dump apprentice-work and prospect for connections. They *really* didn't tell you?"
Hannah blushed. "They, ah, may have tried... We skipped the last few conclaves..."
"Because?" Darna prompted.
"Because we knew we'd have the room to ourselves without imposing on you," Lissile spoke over Hannah's blush. "Sorry?"
"Well, no skin off my knuckles," Darna snorted. "I appreciate the thought, even if you two are getting cute and reckless in equal measure. Really girls, you don't need to cram everything into the first year and I'd really prefer my two closest friends here not have a screaming breakup because they went too fast." She sat down, and patted the bed on either side of her.
Hannah and Lissile looked at each other, then with a small sigh and a smile sat down flanking her. Darna grabbed their hands.
"Now, I think you two are cute together, and I appreciate you trying to be thoughtful about not throwing your bedplay in my face. But sneaking about isn't the right way to do this- ask! I'll probably say yes if you ask for time alone, and it is a good habit to get in to be honest about each other and what is going on, ok? I want the best for you both. But I don't want you two to just pair up and leave me all lonely either! You are my friends, I want to be part of your lives, all of your lives. Please talk to me?"
It took Hannah about four seconds to loose her composure.
"AWWWW!!!!!" She threw herself into a sideways hug grabbing both other girls. "You are SO AMAZING I'm so luck to have met you both and I'm so glad we are all roommates!"
"Well," Darna said, a slow smile creeping across her face, "thanks. But now for the important question: you two have already moved in together, are you ready to meet eachother's parents?"
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"Mom! Dad! You made it!" Hannah hadn't actually been sure they would, even after Darna had privately assured her that the Karak subsidized travel for parents in an effort to leverage the good will the University created amount it's students. Seeing them standing in the terminal of Karag Lhune, looking lost and a little awed, she felt her heart swell.
"Of course we did little matchstick! Of course we did." Her mom swept her up in a hug, and her dad laid his hand on her shoulder. "Now, how's about our bright and beautiful daughter show us around this old place, help us get settled? There are so many stories, and you've got to know it practically like a local by now!"
"Oh, you know, I pick things up pretty quick," she said with a wink, grabbing up the duffle her mom had at her side and taking her father's arm like a promenade, "and it doesn't hurt that one of my roommates is a dwarf from here."
"Oooh, really?" Her mom inquired, "I had thought that dwarves would have just stayed in their own homes, being so close. Why is she paying to be in the dorms with you?"
"They put all the freshman in dorms for at least a year, and they try and mix up backgrounds too- something about 'maintaing the ties between races that made K8P great in the new generations' or some such. Come on though! There's so much to show you! You are staying in Karag Nar, right? I haven't actually spent much time there, but Shrine Hall is nice and the Low Taverns are aw.... Present! The low Taverns most certainly exist." She nodded her head firmly, bulling onward through the skeptical eyebrow her dad raised. "But I hear the professors tend to frequent the Wizard's Horse in the upper taverns, and if you are lucky you might even get a glimpse of the Fourth Wizard coming out of his penthouse...."
Generously, her parents let her babble as they walked, pausing once they exited the great entrance hall and stood on the landing of the King's Gates.
"It's beautiful, isn't it? I hope you can see why I wanted to come here so bad even thought it is so far from you and from our home..." Hannah trailed off quietly. She'd always known, of course, that her parents were refugees from Kislev, who fled with nothing from that snowy country in the vanguard of victims and infiltrators the last Everchosen had sent spewing before him. She knew it, since the hunger that had dogged her childhood never truely left her, even as she was taken in by the colleges of magic and her parents found a small shack in the slums of Altdorf. She knew they were poor.
She just hadn't processed what it would mean to them to see their daughter here, bright and clean and well-dressed (though if her roommates ever found out how much she scrimped and scrambled to make her scholarship cover everything she'd never hear the end of it) looking over the richest city of the Border Princedoms. Like she belonged. Like this was really her place. Like... Like they had done right by her.
Her mom turned to her dad with tears in her eyes, burying her face in his chest and sobbing quietly. Her dad gently disengaged from Hannah, wrapping both arms around his wife, and stoicly pretending that he had no tears running down his own cheeks.
Hannah blushed, looking away to give them some privacy, out over the caldera. It really was gorgeous, and she began planning in her head all the sights she wanted to show them, to really make this the trip of a lifetime that they deserved.
There was the University proper in Karag Wyr, of course, the inner slopes of the mountains carved into dramatic cliffs and terraces, windows opening everywhere to welcome the sunlight deep into the heart of the mountain. The aquatic center and the Deep Lake, of course, with the running trails curling around it and threaded through the stalactites on the ceiling. The lecture halls- maybe her dad would appreciate the 'Maths for Merchants' class she had in the afternoons? It was taught by Chancellor We, like many of the intro classes, so there was that checked off the checklist... And she really wanted her mom to see the portfolio she was putting together for 'Impermenant Sculptures 102' - art using MAPPs was not widely accepted as a genre outside of the more radical dwarf holds, but it had been the first spell she'd ever shown off the first time the colleges let her visit home and she *really* wanted her mom to see how far she'd come. And then there was the bloodbowl game tomorrow against Karak Azur, she could probably get tickets right up front especially if she asked... Her mind ground to a halt. She was seriously considering taking her parents to a game where she'd be front and center on the signal squad (the cheerleaders were more recent additions to the sport, but having a few people with semaphore flags next to the coaches to allow players to be directed during the games was a old as the full-field rules, at least for the dwarven teams, and so the old name carried over here) in her flashy outfit that she really liked to wear nowadays (because Lissile liked it!), cheering for her girlfriend whose parents would also be there watching. Hannah shuddered. Maybe she could call off sick?
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"Hannah, I know. I know you aren't sure. But I'd really like you to be there, and it would be a good excuse to put your parents and mine together before they know about us to see if they can get along. Please?"
It was late, most of the Karak slept, and Lissile and Hannah were in one of 'their' private spots holding hands and murmuring, moonlight and falling mist glimmering in the air.
The Hanging Garden was one of the final projects started by the renowned founder Magister Panoramia, late in her life after she'd finally found the time to turn from the utility of soil restoration and crop optimization towards the art and beauty that greenery could create. Less well-known was the rumor she'd started it as a rebuke to a prideful fullbeard declaring that no living thing could ever match interplay of stone and water in the Arch of Kings, taking three years before the dwarf in question recanted, and dedicated his life to making the stonework of the new garden equal to it's blossoms.
The magister had started with the Endless Pit, and diverted a small stream into it from the silver tarn. Years of work later, the pit had become a wonderland of soft mist and trickling waters, vines and moss and a profusion of blossoms at each level, mirrors and crystals cunningly arranged to send light from the sun and the moon down even into the lowest reaches. A path circled the outer edges of the pit, sometimes a tunnel, sometimes an open-sided gallery, sometimes leaping from one side to the other with graceful arched bridges.
In the moonlight, all the flowers were washed out, and shadows were pitch black. Expressions were hard to read in the dimness, and the nook with a bench where the two sat was more chosen for privacy than lighting.
"I don't... Lissile, I'm not even sure how I feel about my parents seeing ME tomorrow. I don't know how to be both the daughter they remember and the shiny cheerleader bright wizard artist everyone here knows me as, and it kills me to think of showing them this new me and having them realize how much I've changed and mourn the daughter they kept in their hearts! Maybe, if I'm just not there, they'll never need to?"
"Hannah. Your parents love you. I'm really not one to talk like I know anything about loving families but even I can see that in how you talk about them. And I know they are going to be proud of you. You! The most eye-catching student of our entire year! You have half the faculty eating out of your hand and most of the students treating you like a queen- I think they need to see that. And I think you need to show it to them. Let them see how far their little girl has risen." Lissile sighed and wrapped both arms around her, resting her chin on Hannah's head. "From what I saw, they want so much to be proud of you. Just like I do."
"Ok." The words were soft, almost whispered. "But you need to promise me something too. Promise me that you will tell your parents who mine are, why they matter, and make them promise to treat them nicely? I know you have a hard time with your father, and I need to know he won't be cruel because of... Stuff."
"I promise."
Hannah sighed, the tension draining out of her. Lissile leaned over to kiss her, lips soft for some moments, until an errant splash from one of the tiny waterfalls landed on her head.
"Ergh. Maybe we should go to bed, I'm getting wet. ...No! Wait! Not what I meant!"
Hannah's shocked eyes and slightly hysterical giggle chased her all the way home.
A/N: thought of the Hanging Garden idea and wanted to do a tour of future attractions, and it kinda turned into another U-K8P segment. Hannah's parents just kinda demanded to be written like that, but I like the way they came out. Enjoy!
"It's what tomorrow?" Lissile asked blankly, looking at Hannah, who shrugged.
"Parent's Day! Don't tell me you don't... Did they not tell you? Really? Every year they invite all the parents of the proud new freshmen to wander around and attend classes with their nibblings, see what exotic sights the foremost Karak in the world offers, and maybe pick up a runic talisman if they are rich." Darna blew a raspberry. "The locals all see it as a chance to dump apprentice-work and prospect for connections. They *really* didn't tell you?"
Hannah blushed. "They, ah, may have tried... We skipped the last few conclaves..."
"Because?" Darna prompted.
"Because we knew we'd have the room to ourselves without imposing on you," Lissile spoke over Hannah's blush. "Sorry?"
"Well, no skin off my knuckles," Darna snorted. "I appreciate the thought, even if you two are getting cute and reckless in equal measure. Really girls, you don't need to cram everything into the first year and I'd really prefer my two closest friends here not have a screaming breakup because they went too fast." She sat down, and patted the bed on either side of her.
Hannah and Lissile looked at each other, then with a small sigh and a smile sat down flanking her. Darna grabbed their hands.
"Now, I think you two are cute together, and I appreciate you trying to be thoughtful about not throwing your bedplay in my face. But sneaking about isn't the right way to do this- ask! I'll probably say yes if you ask for time alone, and it is a good habit to get in to be honest about each other and what is going on, ok? I want the best for you both. But I don't want you two to just pair up and leave me all lonely either! You are my friends, I want to be part of your lives, all of your lives. Please talk to me?"
It took Hannah about four seconds to loose her composure.
"AWWWW!!!!!" She threw herself into a sideways hug grabbing both other girls. "You are SO AMAZING I'm so luck to have met you both and I'm so glad we are all roommates!"
"Well," Darna said, a slow smile creeping across her face, "thanks. But now for the important question: you two have already moved in together, are you ready to meet eachother's parents?"
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"Mom! Dad! You made it!" Hannah hadn't actually been sure they would, even after Darna had privately assured her that the Karak subsidized travel for parents in an effort to leverage the good will the University created amount it's students. Seeing them standing in the terminal of Karag Lhune, looking lost and a little awed, she felt her heart swell.
"Of course we did little matchstick! Of course we did." Her mom swept her up in a hug, and her dad laid his hand on her shoulder. "Now, how's about our bright and beautiful daughter show us around this old place, help us get settled? There are so many stories, and you've got to know it practically like a local by now!"
"Oh, you know, I pick things up pretty quick," she said with a wink, grabbing up the duffle her mom had at her side and taking her father's arm like a promenade, "and it doesn't hurt that one of my roommates is a dwarf from here."
"Oooh, really?" Her mom inquired, "I had thought that dwarves would have just stayed in their own homes, being so close. Why is she paying to be in the dorms with you?"
"They put all the freshman in dorms for at least a year, and they try and mix up backgrounds too- something about 'maintaing the ties between races that made K8P great in the new generations' or some such. Come on though! There's so much to show you! You are staying in Karag Nar, right? I haven't actually spent much time there, but Shrine Hall is nice and the Low Taverns are aw.... Present! The low Taverns most certainly exist." She nodded her head firmly, bulling onward through the skeptical eyebrow her dad raised. "But I hear the professors tend to frequent the Wizard's Horse in the upper taverns, and if you are lucky you might even get a glimpse of the Fourth Wizard coming out of his penthouse...."
Generously, her parents let her babble as they walked, pausing once they exited the great entrance hall and stood on the landing of the King's Gates.
"It's beautiful, isn't it? I hope you can see why I wanted to come here so bad even thought it is so far from you and from our home..." Hannah trailed off quietly. She'd always known, of course, that her parents were refugees from Kislev, who fled with nothing from that snowy country in the vanguard of victims and infiltrators the last Everchosen had sent spewing before him. She knew it, since the hunger that had dogged her childhood never truely left her, even as she was taken in by the colleges of magic and her parents found a small shack in the slums of Altdorf. She knew they were poor.
She just hadn't processed what it would mean to them to see their daughter here, bright and clean and well-dressed (though if her roommates ever found out how much she scrimped and scrambled to make her scholarship cover everything she'd never hear the end of it) looking over the richest city of the Border Princedoms. Like she belonged. Like this was really her place. Like... Like they had done right by her.
Her mom turned to her dad with tears in her eyes, burying her face in his chest and sobbing quietly. Her dad gently disengaged from Hannah, wrapping both arms around his wife, and stoicly pretending that he had no tears running down his own cheeks.
Hannah blushed, looking away to give them some privacy, out over the caldera. It really was gorgeous, and she began planning in her head all the sights she wanted to show them, to really make this the trip of a lifetime that they deserved.
There was the University proper in Karag Wyr, of course, the inner slopes of the mountains carved into dramatic cliffs and terraces, windows opening everywhere to welcome the sunlight deep into the heart of the mountain. The aquatic center and the Deep Lake, of course, with the running trails curling around it and threaded through the stalactites on the ceiling. The lecture halls- maybe her dad would appreciate the 'Maths for Merchants' class she had in the afternoons? It was taught by Chancellor We, like many of the intro classes, so there was that checked off the checklist... And she really wanted her mom to see the portfolio she was putting together for 'Impermenant Sculptures 102' - art using MAPPs was not widely accepted as a genre outside of the more radical dwarf holds, but it had been the first spell she'd ever shown off the first time the colleges let her visit home and she *really* wanted her mom to see how far she'd come. And then there was the bloodbowl game tomorrow against Karak Azur, she could probably get tickets right up front especially if she asked... Her mind ground to a halt. She was seriously considering taking her parents to a game where she'd be front and center on the signal squad (the cheerleaders were more recent additions to the sport, but having a few people with semaphore flags next to the coaches to allow players to be directed during the games was a old as the full-field rules, at least for the dwarven teams, and so the old name carried over here) in her flashy outfit that she really liked to wear nowadays (because Lissile liked it!), cheering for her girlfriend whose parents would also be there watching. Hannah shuddered. Maybe she could call off sick?
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"Hannah, I know. I know you aren't sure. But I'd really like you to be there, and it would be a good excuse to put your parents and mine together before they know about us to see if they can get along. Please?"
It was late, most of the Karak slept, and Lissile and Hannah were in one of 'their' private spots holding hands and murmuring, moonlight and falling mist glimmering in the air.
The Hanging Garden was one of the final projects started by the renowned founder Magister Panoramia, late in her life after she'd finally found the time to turn from the utility of soil restoration and crop optimization towards the art and beauty that greenery could create. Less well-known was the rumor she'd started it as a rebuke to a prideful fullbeard declaring that no living thing could ever match interplay of stone and water in the Arch of Kings, taking three years before the dwarf in question recanted, and dedicated his life to making the stonework of the new garden equal to it's blossoms.
The magister had started with the Endless Pit, and diverted a small stream into it from the silver tarn. Years of work later, the pit had become a wonderland of soft mist and trickling waters, vines and moss and a profusion of blossoms at each level, mirrors and crystals cunningly arranged to send light from the sun and the moon down even into the lowest reaches. A path circled the outer edges of the pit, sometimes a tunnel, sometimes an open-sided gallery, sometimes leaping from one side to the other with graceful arched bridges.
In the moonlight, all the flowers were washed out, and shadows were pitch black. Expressions were hard to read in the dimness, and the nook with a bench where the two sat was more chosen for privacy than lighting.
"I don't... Lissile, I'm not even sure how I feel about my parents seeing ME tomorrow. I don't know how to be both the daughter they remember and the shiny cheerleader bright wizard artist everyone here knows me as, and it kills me to think of showing them this new me and having them realize how much I've changed and mourn the daughter they kept in their hearts! Maybe, if I'm just not there, they'll never need to?"
"Hannah. Your parents love you. I'm really not one to talk like I know anything about loving families but even I can see that in how you talk about them. And I know they are going to be proud of you. You! The most eye-catching student of our entire year! You have half the faculty eating out of your hand and most of the students treating you like a queen- I think they need to see that. And I think you need to show it to them. Let them see how far their little girl has risen." Lissile sighed and wrapped both arms around her, resting her chin on Hannah's head. "From what I saw, they want so much to be proud of you. Just like I do."
"Ok." The words were soft, almost whispered. "But you need to promise me something too. Promise me that you will tell your parents who mine are, why they matter, and make them promise to treat them nicely? I know you have a hard time with your father, and I need to know he won't be cruel because of... Stuff."
"I promise."
Hannah sighed, the tension draining out of her. Lissile leaned over to kiss her, lips soft for some moments, until an errant splash from one of the tiny waterfalls landed on her head.
"Ergh. Maybe we should go to bed, I'm getting wet. ...No! Wait! Not what I meant!"
Hannah's shocked eyes and slightly hysterical giggle chased her all the way home.
A/N: thought of the Hanging Garden idea and wanted to do a tour of future attractions, and it kinda turned into another U-K8P segment. Hannah's parents just kinda demanded to be written like that, but I like the way they came out. Enjoy!
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Quest
The Great One
- Location
- Everywhere
I like it. So, there wasn't really a specific meter I was using. This was essentially poetic doodling. I had a different tone in my head each time I wrote a different stanza tbh.
That said, I do have some ideas after reading your changes. I'll see if I can't come up with new stuff after I get some sleep.
I'm rereading the quest for the third time and I still love just how campy it could get in the beginning. Knocking a very influential knight out with a beginners cantrip being one of our most potentially disastrous shenanigans if we didn't come clean to Able. It is still hard to believe we have come so very, very, far.
- Location
- Leeds
Yeah... if we tried that now he'd have a shadow knife in his head.
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
And yet we still have so much further we can go.
Abelhelm van Hal's final gift has yet to reach its full potential.
- Location
- Greece
Indeed. When rookie Mathilde makes a miscalculation, she knocks out a high tier knight.
When Intermediate Mathilde makes a miscalculation, she starts a 7 sided war (that thankfully ended in her favour).
Wonder how far a miscalculation can get her at master level. Maybe she'll blow up a god? well, there was allreadyy a possiility of us having miscalculated our way into that, so its not impossible...