508 days after a wizard cursed the REALM…
Current Version:
Glowing green clouds cover the lunar eclipse. Rain falls through the dawn, all day, all night, and into the following day. The lakes and streams of the REALM take on an ethereal shine.
Gloriander warms her hands against the flame of a candle nub. Her shelter is a human rainjacket propped up by a scaffolding of human bones.
Clockwork the Squirrel stands at one edge, unmoving, staring at her with unblinking glass eyes. The pelt that covers the squirrel’s mechanical innards was burnt and mottled by the rain before Glory pulled him inside.
“Oh, what a glorious day this be!” Shutterbug proclaims, as she dances into the shelter with her lantern held high. “Complain all ya want ‘bout this oddly glowing rain, but the quality of light is simply spectaculuminous for photos!”
“You’re way too chipper for this situation,” Glory notes. “What can I say to make you more appropriately miserable?”
“Spoiler! Bucket-dumper! You won’t be darkening me day before I brighten yours. Look, I brought you berries!” Shutterbug twirls, and a half-dozen red orbs spill out from her leather cloak.
Glory picks one up. It’s about the size of her head. “What kind of berries are these?”
“I don’t know from berries,” Shutterbug admits. “I’ll takes me a nibble from time to time, and I do like the beetles you’ve been roasting, but I still prefers me a good leaf-and-petal salad garnished with pollen.”
The berry moves and cracks. Glory drops it to the ground, where it splits open, disgorging a small creature with big jaws and many tiny teeth. “Those aren’t berries,” Glory states.
The rest of the red orbs crack open. The hungry hatchlings take a moment to orient before, of one mind, they lock onto the Samhain Elf.
“Those aren’t berries at all!” Glory screams.
From the edge of the shelter, Clockwork the Squirrel watches through glassy eyes as the creatures lunge at the Elf with snapping jaws.
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Revision Notes:
To be added.
