MacConnell
Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Impetus:
Dreg and Tamus followed the path to shaft 9, northward from behind the tavern, same as they had every day for the past season. As the two neared the entrance to the mine, Dreg continued to walk northward. "Do you hear that singing?"
Tamus stopped at the mouth and turned toward his friend. "I don't hear anything. Come on let's get to work."
Dreg was not the brightest of individuals, but he had a mighty arm and could swing a hammer all day. "It's beautiful. You can't hear that."
"Dreg, stop!"
Listening to the song that only he could hear, Dreg walked beyond the path and off the edge of terminating cliff, falling to his death.
Elsewhere, farther south and at a lower elevation, Migdon, Kliv, and Gart joked with one another as they walked the path to another mining shaft. The entrance to the mine had been chiseled into the rock several decades back, but this was still a very productive lode. The entrance would only accommodate a single person at a time. Migdon proceeded first, backpedalling quickly and screaming like a child. Kliv and Gart laughed heartily. Migdon was Orgaddrin, a fairly tall and muscular tribe of peoples; but as developed with the religion of their culture, they were all afraid of spiders.
"You laugh, but you did not see that spider. I'm just lucky it already had a coney in its jaws or it would have had me. Go ahead! Take a peek. It will scare you too."
Kliv and Gart were both Maldrog, of the same race as Orngaddrin but a different tribe. Kliv moved forward with some trepidation despite having laughed. Moving back into the dark of the mine, the body of the spider was as big as a person's head and the distance across its legs a full stride diameter. Kliv back away cautiously, grateful for the rock dwelling hare satisfying its hunger. "That's not a spider. That's some Hells bred monster."
Dreg and Tamus followed the path to shaft 9, northward from behind the tavern, same as they had every day for the past season. As the two neared the entrance to the mine, Dreg continued to walk northward. "Do you hear that singing?"
Tamus stopped at the mouth and turned toward his friend. "I don't hear anything. Come on let's get to work."
Dreg was not the brightest of individuals, but he had a mighty arm and could swing a hammer all day. "It's beautiful. You can't hear that."
"Dreg, stop!"
Listening to the song that only he could hear, Dreg walked beyond the path and off the edge of terminating cliff, falling to his death.
Elsewhere, farther south and at a lower elevation, Migdon, Kliv, and Gart joked with one another as they walked the path to another mining shaft. The entrance to the mine had been chiseled into the rock several decades back, but this was still a very productive lode. The entrance would only accommodate a single person at a time. Migdon proceeded first, backpedalling quickly and screaming like a child. Kliv and Gart laughed heartily. Migdon was Orgaddrin, a fairly tall and muscular tribe of peoples; but as developed with the religion of their culture, they were all afraid of spiders.
"You laugh, but you did not see that spider. I'm just lucky it already had a coney in its jaws or it would have had me. Go ahead! Take a peek. It will scare you too."
Kliv and Gart were both Maldrog, of the same race as Orngaddrin but a different tribe. Kliv moved forward with some trepidation despite having laughed. Moving back into the dark of the mine, the body of the spider was as big as a person's head and the distance across its legs a full stride diameter. Kliv back away cautiously, grateful for the rock dwelling hare satisfying its hunger. "That's not a spider. That's some Hells bred monster."
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