Tag: Rustberg Village x 7

I know I've not been around for a while, but I didn't realize I had not been in contact with anyone during that time. I must have sent messages or something or else people would have been looking for me. I'm certain their reactions would have been very different if I was gone without a trace.

   How long did I disappear, exactly?

The studio seems just fine. The tavern is running like normal. Maelstrom night wasn't much different than any other time I went, except maybe more Goblins than I remember before. No one looks extremely different from the last I saw of them.

    That was summer time, right?

My head hurts more - enough to make me not go on with my usual drinks and drugs all weekend. I don't remember the last time I...

Sunlight.

It was rare to get sunlight around the island of Tol Barad, especially during the cold months, yet this particular day was clear blue skies accented by the thin dusting of snow settling on everything. Of course, it wasn't warm enough to melt anything enough to relieve the flora of its ice layer, but the sunlight was enough for Kav. She opened all her curtains and poked the fireplace until a good strong fire warmed the majority of her place.

Rustberg Village doesn't fit the general image of an island home Kav had dreamed of; the lack of palm trees and vibrant flowers all year round definitely affected her. Still, the place had become a home for her. Okay, so maybe the citizens that had been there for years didn't really like...

Kav grinned. The gift box had the tropical scent of fruits and the alluring scent of chocolate drifting from within, but it isn’t for her. Carefully she writes the tag, making sure to spell his name right as she says it out loud multiple times. 

“I pulled your name for secret santa, so here it is! I hope you enjoy them all; if you want more I have some failed attempts at the studio.”

Though few knew of it, Kav had a passion for fruit. She wanted to carve something fantastic for her secret santa recipient, but when she pulled Talyn she had a change in plans. The man loved sweets, and Kav loved fruit. Thus a box of carefully wrapped, chocolate coated fruits had his name on it. Some had coconut shavings, others a few nuts, a...

(( Last week at Heart of the Raven. ))

While Kav had been struggling with a cold and unable to leave her pillow pile the tavern had a not-so-enjoyable guest during its normal social mixer. Kav didn’t know any of the details, only that she was glad she wasn’t there for the grotesque body. But people talk, especially nervous villagers trying to let off some stress by playing instruments at the music studio.

“V - it’s not good here. The patrols are near constant now. The felflame surrounding the place as protection is throwing many of the locals into restless nights and tense days. The horrid findings of gored critters only added to the suspicions and superstitious talks from those of the community. Some have come to avoid me -...

Kav’s thoughts as she prepares to open the doors for open jam at the studio today are as follows:

“Five hours of sleep - new record.”

“Did this drum get heavier?”

“Whoa shit it’s cold out here!”

“Oh gods I’m …. I’m gonna … a. a. *sneeze*”

“Good thing Dahl had to leave on some business or he’d be telling me to lock the doors for the day and eat soup.”

“Huh, a new message from V; bet he’s worried about my health again.”

“Looks like I need to buy some more plum wine so Horizon has something when he stops by.”

“What am I gonna do if all three of them want to stay the same night?”

“Yes first customer wants to play the recorder! Way to wake up the neighborhood, kid!”

I want to thank you for--

She scribbles the line out, crumbles the paper within her hands, and tosses it to the floor. There are dozens of pieces like this, discarded to the wood boards beneath her feet. Some are long winded and beautifully poetic. Most are short and direct. None of them are what Kav wants to give to the friends she made while working with the burlesque group.

The elf groans and rolls her eyes as she plants her elbows on the table and presses her cheeks into the upright palms of her hands. Her thoughts swirl around her mind, yet the paper before her is blank. There she sits, dwelling on the things she wants to say to her coworkers, for hours. Only as the loud birdsong begins at the sight of the first rays of sunshine...