[Archived]The Burning Fields

[Slothtastic 761]

The Burning Fields

 

The Satyr sighed as he waited at the Cloud Temple. He knew this whole thing probably wasn’t the best idea, but he was irrational at the time. Angry. He did it out of pure and unbridled spite, and at this point spite drove him. He also knew he should’ve put something on other than the leather cuirass he wore. However, he was once again, being foolish. He looked around, trying to spot his comrade. And he found him. A small, shrouded, man looking thing. The Satyr was bewildered as to why someone would want to burn the fields of their own kin. But no matter. It was all the same in his eyes. “Are you ready?” The assumed Halfling asked. “Aye, let’s do it.”

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The Satyr snuck through the trees, remembering his time as a scout and guerilla fighter. His goal was right ahead of him. The fields of Dunshire, home of the halflings. His comrade was foolish, he charged forth and threw torches, shouting at the top of his lungs, “For September! These fields are horrific!” The Satyr cursed his luck, having no choice but to move forward and begin lighting the fires on the bundles of hay in the fields. Soon it began to spred, however over the ridge came two halflings. “Wha’s goin’ on ‘ere?” One spoke, a female. The Satyr cursed once again, he had been seen. “Rollo! Come quick! The Fields are burnin’!” She shouted, as a new figure approached. A male halfling, who tried to reach for a weapon but found nothing. “Get some water!” He shouted, running off. Being a professional in nature, the Satyr didn’t stop them. He knew water would put out the fire, but also damage the unharmed crops. They would flood and drown. And he felt a smile upon his lips as he took off towards the treeline, only sneaking a peak at the chaos when he was sure they hadn’t followed. They had gotten scythes, clearing some of the wheat so that the fire wouldn’t spread. However he knew that one whole side was burning now, thanks to him. September would be pleased, he thought as he continued running back to whence he came. And as he did, he couldn’t help but laugh. He was losing himself again. Except this time, he loved the feeling of it. It wasn’t pain that caused this change. Just pure, unbridled spite.

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

Daisy Applefoot, a halfling and Deputy of Dunshire, would sigh as she gazes upon the burned field. It was a nice field, for it fed the halflings even in times of rats, droughts, and woes. Now that same field was finally vanquished. 

”Well... a’ leas’ weh ‘ave land ‘n Dunshire ter farm on...” She'd pick up her farming tools and begin her work.

[Gallic 1066]

“Hmm, I bet me good friend Oliver Thorn would be pretty disappointed ta hear about this!” Mused Gwion, friend of the Satyr, as he read of satyr-on-halfling violence. Boy, he sure was glad that he and the satyr are such good friends. He doesn’t have to be afraid of his best satyr pal becoming a septemberist and vowing to destroy everyone including him. He was happy.

[FloralHedgehog 493]

5 hours ago, NotEvilAtAll said:

Daisy Applefoot, a halfling and Deputy of Dunshire, would sigh as she gazes upon the burned field. It was a nice field, for it fed the halflings even in times of rats, droughts, and woes. Now that same field was finally vanquished. 

”Well... a’ leas’ weh ‘ave land ‘n Dunshire ter farm on...” She'd pick up her farming tools and begin her work.

"look on tae positive side pumpkin.

we can use the Ashes tae enrich tah new farm plot with nutrients!" 

 

[HortonHeardAWho 243]

“. . . Zkah, lat didn’ burn duh ‘alflin’z kropz. Dum’zkah, lat burnt duh uruk’z kropz!” Zrarly speaks to himself as he reviews a report of the event. Then he takes it to Glottgut so the Wargoth is able to learn of the news as well.

[osumanduas 1442]

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