A String of Stories End

[Norgeth 1909]

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A STRING OF STORIES END

[A PK/Shelving Post for Two Characters]

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A Forgotten Iceman [PK]

 

Bishop Mundoberht sat in a small secluded cave overlooking the northern shores of Aevos, the sad hermit longing for a home he would never see “Oi wahs sent ‘ere toh rejoin moi people toh duh Church ov Canon. Now tahre es noh such thing, nae properleh” somberly spoke the aged primitive “Duh Pontiff nevah did elevate Fathah Wert toh duh rank ov Blessed loike heh promised eithah” The old Tuhrosian mumbled to himself with furrowed brows over a cup of pine needle tea, pondering the mysteries once more before sleeping for the last time, never to awake again.

 

 

The Mad Captain [Shelf]

 

Captain Cornelius Fellowmere, Baron of Codsburg stood atop a small, rickety ship, its hull creaking at every wave that past by its barnacle encrusted exterior “We travel for the storm, I know the ocean well, and no dammable Daemon will hold me here against my will any longer!” spoke the sailor to his crew of some three men, variable outcasts from the holds of humanity as the sail was hoisted, the boat moving at a quick pace into the foreboding barrier of wind and lightning. The ship and its crew were never seen again on Aevos; no wreckage could be found. The likelihood of survival was almost zero, yet perhaps, just maybe, it forged its course, a mystery that will never be solved, at least not for now. Stories of the mad Captain Cornelius spread in grimy naval bars for a week or two before fading away, as all things do in the storm.

 

 

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