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“One speaks his heart with scorching fire and threats. The other never answers your questions. Another one still appears to want to use you for their purposes. The last one is a complete stranger.
You can be new in a city, in a guild, or old, experienced, adjusted, and still, face the chaotic unknown, gut-stewing, eye-widening.
Someone said that it is the nature of being alive. Yet, which of the five, if at all, can you believe?”
Redna Safik, Pondering on Speech
Wonderfully amazing page oh the stories I can see from just this image! A story for you.
“When we came upon the towers, me, the Merchant Garvin, and Twince, the youth who all but begged to come, and has actually held her own thus far.
Us three came upon them, wagon loaded with supplies, the Minxes fed, and the road busy with travellers of all colors and characters.
The towers, for all they were ruin, were still a sight to be held. reaching and about scraping the very sky, must of marble and rare earths, and constructed in such a way to appear looming and daunted. two of three were missing their spires, cracked stone jutting about. the rare reworking was also seen, but this too was broken. the third reached the tallest, it’s spire intact. a columned up, and dome, with a flag atop. the steeple wavering in a tropical gusts. the flag symbolized the country we had come to, The Republic of Korn.
The flags dagger, sword, and dragon wing, caught in the wind.
Before us, as we went, the city itself sprawled. tall Ganwood trees, and vines grew up with near abandon. the humid temperatures and natting flies were hot reminders, and the bustle at the cities wall struck gates, the tallest I’ve seen in many years. There was commotion at the gates as a long line of immigrants perhaps, and trades men kept us in line for a time.
Twince in all her eagerness tried to escape the wagon. I yelled her back in, and stressed this jungle, even before a city as this was a most dangerous place to be, for a girl just under of age. my stressings worked for around five minutes.
These were my first observations of Kornopolis, Capital of the southern province of The Republic of Korn.”
-Zachery Horroon, a Traveler, migrant, and writer.
Thank you once again for this inspiring text!
I’ve just now realized that I left our previous conversation hanging, sorry. I’m still thinking about it, just need more headspace. There are at least some small plans for Kara the thief, and the rest I’m waiting to myself be a better master of my time to implement. But with a little luck, it will come 🙂
Sorry (not sorry) Lao, I’d rather be freely hunting that which does not exist than be a slave.
Not everyone is in a state to say this^^
SO EXCITED to see a shoutout to my favorite UNESCO heritage site, the MINARET OF JAM!!!!
Oh. Oh man. It looks so much alike and that wasn’t on purpose^^ gotta own it now I guess!
Thank you for sharing this, it’s very inspiring! 🙂
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Updated! 🙂