1) Meanwhile, in Ath Cliath…
Barekr Hroaldsson, a maker of statues newly arrived in the city from Gotaland, says six larger-than-man-sized statues were stolen from his workshop last night. Talk in the taverns is… #AthCliath#FateOfTheNorns
2) …leaning towards evil effigy-enchanters taking them to turn them into guardian effigies for sale to wealthy and fearful citizens, to safeguard their valuables and grand houses. Some say that King’s soldiers were… #AthCliath#FateOfTheNorns
3) …seen at the workshop that night. Disguised thieves, or were the statues taken for the King, so he can experiment with effigies? #AthCliath#FateOfTheNorns
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1) Meanwhile, in Ath Cliath…
Word is racing around the taverns of a very curious event that happened just before dusk last night. A roofer hastening to get down at the end of a long workday slipped and fell from a… #AthCliath#FateOfTheNorns
2) …scaffold, plunging four floors to his—disappearance, into thin air, a scant instant before he would have splatteringly greeted the hard cobbles. He vanished in mid-despairing cry, suggesting that whatever magic… #AthCliath#FateOfTheNorns
3) …snatched him away not only wasn’t his, but that it took him completely by surprise.
So whose was it? Fey mischief? Some guardian seithkona or galdr or godi? Or…someone else?
SomeTHING else?
And again: why? #AthCliath#FateOfTheNorns
1) The Pirate King shows veteran experience by departing in a slow and leisurely manner, sidestepping to get out of view of the skorg or anyone else looking through the doorway before he begins to sprint.
Wolf calmly nods to… #epicfantasy
2) …Dardratha ere unhurriedly departing Arvaeydur’s House of Nigh-Irresistible Pleasures, and closing the door.
To find himself transfixed by the suspicious gaze of a woman who resembles nothing so much as a gruff, irate sheepdog. #epicfantasy
3) “You! Now that you’ve been in THERE, you’ve caught it!”
Wolf lofts an eyebrow. “I haven’t made any effort to catch anything, since my arrival in fair Thurnia. Could you be more specific?” #epicfantasy
1) “Ah. So you’re on a hunt. Floggings must wait?”
“For now, I fear so. Though I know now who to seek: Dardratha The Whipstrangler, Skorg to the Discerning.” #epicfantasy
2) “Indeed! The ONLY place in Thurnia where one expert wields three whips at once! I can devastate you with both arms and tail!”
“I look forward to it. Once our hunt is done. Palonder, if you’ll lead the way?” #epicfantasy
3) “Certainly, Lord. Warning: the Elvar is stirring.”
“I had not failed to notice. He needs air. Take him outside. Before he starts to speak.” #epicfantasy
1) The Port District of Arrabar is honeycombed with canals, leading to a large “turning basin” just south of the Warehouse District. So many buildings can be said to be “waterfront” that someone looking at the admittedly stylized… #Realmslore
2) …published maps of Arrabar will think are several streets inland. You can visit the Crying Claw by boat, tie up there, and depart the same way. Garbage/trash is taken away by “narrowboat” barges, out to sea and down the coast… #Realmslore
3) …for dumping, in a noisome monster-infested bay called “the Shallows.”
These buildings look like they’re several streets inland because they ARE several streets inland: aside from a “light well” opening down into that turning… #Realmslore
1) Meanwhile, in Ath Cliath…
“Old Cunning” Flann was a wizened Hibernian merchant of unknown but great age and legendary wiles, notorious for his swindles and financial successes. Ere the Norse came to Ath Cliath, … #AthCliath#FateOfTheNorns
2) …Flann had risen to become the largest landlord in the city, though he was still usually to be found in his “boneyard” or walled compound of high-heaped old junk salvaged for resale, as filthy as ever. #AthCliath#FateOfTheNorns
3) After the One-Eyed King took the throne, Flann sold up, slowly and carefuilly disposing of his city properties at high prices. So when he died some days back, in his bed and apparently of old age, some folk… #AthCliath#FateOfTheNorns
1) The King does miss it, but he’s busy sighing, shaking his head, and asking, “Who shut all of you in the crypt? As opposed to any of my hundreds of closets and antechambers and robing rooms and—and—” #epicfantasy
2) “—other handy chambers,” Wolf steps in smoothly to finish the royal sentence, “that lie waiting, scattered across this vast and overblown labyrinth of a Palace?”
“Halark of the Howling Abyss,” the Dark Sister replies coldly. #epicfantasy
3) “And who by the Sacred Stumbles of the Gods,” the King rasps, “is Halark of the Howling Abyss?”
“He’s the archwizard who lives in this Palace. You Kings of Neverune are merely unwitting guests.”
“WHAT???” #epicfantasy