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The Crowfall Chronicles - Part 11 Of ?


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My gratitude to Iridianshadowweaver and Ellie for the use of their characters.

 

Part 1 of the Crowfall Chronicles - http://community.cro...cles-part-1-of/
Part 2 of the Crowfall Chronicles - http://community.cro...cles-part-2-of/
Part 3 of the Crowfall Chronicles - http://community.cro...cles-part-3-of/
Part 4 of the Crowfall Chronicles - http://community.cro...cles-part-4-of/
Part 5 of the Crowfall Chronicles - http://community.cro...cles-part-5-of/

Part 6 of the Crowfall Chronicles - http://community.cro...cles-part-6-of/
Part 7 of the Crowfall Chronicles - http://community.cro...-of/#entry55082
Part 8 of the Crowfall Chronicles - http://community.cro...cles-part-8-of/

Part 9 of the Crowfall Chronicles - http://community.cro...-of/#entry57426

Part 10 of the Crowfall Chronicles - http://community.crowfall.com/index.php?/topic/2260-the-crowfall-chronicles-part-10-of/

 

 

The Crowfall Chronicles - Part 11 of ?

(Featuring characters developed by Iridianshadowweaver and Ellie)

 

Deep in the forest, a woman in green tends to a tree.  There’s little to be done for it but even the dying are given their due of attention from her – perhaps even a bit more.
 

She is a seer, a walker, a hedgerunner, a priestess, a bridge between worlds and time.  She is here and then, now and wherever, and she can show you how to get home even if the home she sends you to is one you’ve never seen before.
 

A bit to the side stands the woman in black, her eyes like blue sapphires glowing in the forest shadows.

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Port ran north out of the village proper and headed up to the river, determined to reach the Nest before Olbuf did.  He pulled off his tunic, undershirt and shoes and wrapped them up with the cured leather of the tunic on the outside.  Holding his bundle tight, he splashed into the rushing water and started swimming strongly, counting on the swift current to take him further and faster than Olbuf could walk.  
 

The water was cold and the sun was weak but Port had youth and strength on his side and he kept swimming until the river bent to the south.  Once he got out the cold struck him hard and his teeth chattered as he dressed himself.  His tunic was half wet but his shoes and undershirt were mostly dry.
 

From this point on the riverbank it was a straight line north to the Nest.  On the down side of things that straight line led right through the forest and evening was nearly here.  Night in the forest was avoided, as it was the only time that creatures that had survived the Winter but were still Infected could move about without losing what little life they had left.
 

Port did not hesitate, but noted the location of the sun to verify direction and plunged into the forest.   His trained eye noticed bear tracks and squirrel droppings but no sign of any Hungered.  He fell into a fast but easy pace, dodging trees but moving right back on course in unconscious mimicry of Treb’s straight lines.

 

The endless rhythm of alternating feet and deep breaths put Port into a near trance state, eating up the miles he had to run.  He was over half of the way to the nest when an earthshaking growl caused him to stumble and go sprawling.  He scrambled to his feet and look around for the source of danger and saw a bear, huge, menacing, and halfway converted to the Hunger.

 

There were only 5 or 6 tree trunks between Port and the bear but he was downwind and the creature had not seen him yet.  The bear’s behavior was puzzling.  It roared again and clawed at the air but seemed locked in place.  Port slowly edged to the right, getting a better look and saw a bear cub, small and round, unhurt, sitting on the ground just in front of the Infected bear.  

 

As he watched the huge animal took a step back, rigid and pained, putting a tiny bit of distance between itself and the cub.

 

The cub mewed and started to crawl forward.  Again the horrific roar came from the big bear and the cub stopped, frightened now and confused.  Port realized that the Infected was the cub’s mother, on her way into the Hunger.  Her instincts were to protect and reassure the cub but to do so would cause the cub’s own Infection.  The more time went by, the stronger the urge in the mother to treat the cub as prey would get.

 

Port didn't think.  He took a few deep breaths then ran full tilt at the cub, scooping it up and running like the wind as the mother roared behind him.  His heart pounded as he clung to the baby bear, his legs racing and the claws of the cub digging into his chest as it tried to break free.  His ears strained to hear the next roar to judge how far behind the Hungered mother was. 

 

The next howl came but it was distant.  The mother had not moved, had held herself back. The cub in Port’s arms mewed and squirmed in earnest, trying to get down.  He eased his pace by a tiny bit and held the little bundle of fur tight as he resumed his race to the Nest.

 

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Trep raced up the stairs of the Star Tower, muttering to himself.  In his hand was clutched a tiny note, written carefully.  He was trying to remember the instructions that the barkeep in Martletown had given him when he left to be Olbuf’s page.

“Now there’s a bird in the Star Tower,” Torm had said, “And if you get in any kind of trouble and need to send a message just find this bird and there will be a tube tied to its leg.  Write a note, put it in the tube, and throw the bird out the tower window.  It will wing its way back here and I’ll get the message.”

 

The barmaid Chealla chimed in, “Well how will he know which bird?”  Her eyes drifted to Trep and she gave him a winning smile. He’d been single a year after all and now a page to Lord Olbuf.  She could do worse.  “What if there’s more than one bird in the Star Tower?”

 

“Oh he’ll know,” said Torm with a slightly pained expression on his face. “He’ll know.”

 

That’s all the Trep could piece together and he was now at the top of the tower stairs. He pushed open the narrow door before him and went into chaos.  Birds were everywhere, fluttering, perching, preening.  There were mostly crows but some sparrows were cheekily dashing around, pecking at who knows what in the rich ecosystem of the floor.   Trep felt despair rise as he looking around, flinching when wings came too close.  There were arched windows with no glass in them around the entire tower and the constant coming and going of birds was disorienting.

 

Then he saw it. Across the room, tucked down low on what once must have been a footstool, was a duck.  A white feathered, yellow billed duck, incongruous and yet apparently right at home. Trep inched his way around the outer wall of the round room until he was able to squat down by the side of the bird.  The bird seemed affable enough and there indeed was the tube on its leg.  He slid the note into the tube and after a moment’s hesitation picked the bird up and brought it over to the closest window. 

 

It seemed an awfully long way up for tossing birds out of windows but Trep shut his eyes and threw the duck.  It gave a slight squawk but when he opened his eyes he saw it winging its way easily in the direction of the village. 

 

He breathed easier then and was debating whether his shoes should be tossed on the rubbish heap or not when the door flew open and Oridi was there, breathless.

 

“Come quick!” she panted. “Someone is heading towards the Nest, trying to outrun the night!”

 

 

The Crowfall Chronicles - Part 12 of ? http://community.crowfall.com/index.php?/topic/2526-the-crowfall-chronicles-part-12-of/

 

Woman in Black - Ellie

Chinchilla - Fawne
Centaur - Vaands
Man with Fox - Fiblit
Knight - Luscia

Woman in Green - Iridianshadowweaver

Edited by Oridi

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I particularly like the beginning of this installment. I do believe I recognize those two ladies...

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I think I recognize the DUCK   x tearing up a little x

Maybe it not about the happy ending. Maybe it's about the story.

RIP Doc Gonzo "to anyone...speak your mind...defend your position...be prepared for an Argument and enjoy the process of the discussion...that's all part of any good Forum experience"

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I think I recognize the DUCK   x tearing up a little x

Oh yes! The DUCK. I had a moment of nostalgia, and then I wondered: Did you get the bonnet back, Ellie?

Click your profile name>Click Manage Ignore Prefs>Find "Add a new user to my list" at the bottom of the page>Type in a username>Check options>Save Changes>Silence is bliss.

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Oh yes! The DUCK. I had a moment of nostalgia, and then I wondered: Did you get the bonnet back, Ellie?

Nope, he took the bonnet with him.  Bless his little ducky heart.

Maybe it not about the happy ending. Maybe it's about the story.

RIP Doc Gonzo "to anyone...speak your mind...defend your position...be prepared for an Argument and enjoy the process of the discussion...that's all part of any good Forum experience"

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