Megastory thread

So LozzLogan started a story in his stickmen thread and after MisterWildeStone continued it, we thought that it could be a great idea to make a story thread where everyone in this community can participate in writing one big story!
Just try to keep everything suitable to the lore and the world of Kynseed. Let's write a great story!
Here's what we have so far:

- Spud the human, runs into a fae who's decidedly less graceful than the others that seem to show up around Quill. -

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The fae had jumped from the bushes so suddenly that it has caused Spud to launch himself backwards from the shock. Stumbling over his feet he landed backwards on the stone path with a short, sharp thud.

This wasn't the first time a fae had appeared so abruptly, and Spud felt that by now he should be used to it but, truth be told, he wasn't sure the fae was something a person could get used to, no matter how many you happened across in your travels.

He sat upright and gingerly rubbed at his sore elbows for a moment before shooting a glance towards the sudden arrival.

A fel. Typical.

The fox headed man stood a few feet further down the path, a mix of amusement and curiosity spread across its face. It cocked its head to the side and let out a low, gravely laugh which wasn't entirely unpleasant on the ears, Spud had to admit.
It then started to edge closer, slowly and with the lightest of footfalls, stopping within touching distance of Spud's boots before crouching down. Knees tucked neatly into its chest, it peered at the confused human momentarily before pulling a large and incredibly toothy grin.

"Your candy or your dingle dangles." The voice was low but had an almost lyrical tone to it.

Spud instinctively scurried back. "My candy or my what now!?"

His Grandfather had always told him to be respectful to the fae, but in all due respect, he wasn't sure his grandfather had ever had his dingle dangles potentially threatened.

The fel sighed at the reaction it had garnered and tried again. This time the words were slower and far more pronounced, as if it were talking to a particularly dim child.

"Your candy -" it pointed towards the bag of sweet treats that hung from Spud's belt "- or your dingle dangles."

Much to his relief, the fel appeared to be pointing at his ears.

His hand shot up as he attempted to grasp what exactly -
Then it clicked.

"You mean my earrings?"

"Yes!" The fel nodded with great satisfaction. "Your dingle dangles."

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"That's hardly very kind" A low baritone emerged from some foliage. A tall, strapping young fellow with a dark, groomed goatee stepped forward from the nearby wood, the sun shined on his shaven head.

"You oughn't just go around demanding people's sweets and trinkets, Fae. The least you could do is offer him something in return." Ever the contrarian, Ampton "D'Amr" Smet had always been of the mind that he respected Fae so long as they respected men in kind, handling each one on an individual, case-by-case basis. His gaze then fell on the man accosted.

"Pardon the intrusion. The smithy gets quite hot and confining at times. I'd gone out for a stroll and was on my way back when I happened upon your encounter. I understand what we've all been told of the Fae, but that doesn't mean I mean to tolerate rudeness and intimidation." D'Amr looked back to the Fae. With a stern, though not openly hostile look on his face, he lightly gripped the hilt of his smithing hammer.

"So, Fel, what will it be? I believe an apology is in order."

- Spud the human, runs into a fae who's decidedly less graceful than the others that seem to show up around Quill. -

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The fae had jumped from the bushes so suddenly that it has caused Spud to launch himself backwards from the shock. Stumbling over his feet he landed backwards on the stone path with a short, sharp thud.

This wasn't the first time a fae had appeared so abruptly, and Spud felt that by now he should be used to it but, truth be told, he wasn't sure the fae was something a person could get used to, no matter how many you happened across in your travels.

He sat upright and gingerly rubbed at his sore elbows for a moment before shooting a glance towards the sudden arrival.

A fel. Typical.

The fox headed man stood a few feet further down the path, a mix of amusement and curiosity spread across its face. It cocked its head to the side and let out a low, gravely laugh which wasn't entirely unpleasant on the ears, Spud had to admit.
It then started to edge closer, slowly and with the lightest of footfalls, stopping within touching distance of Spud's boots before crouching down. Knees tucked neatly into its chest, it peered at the confused human momentarily before pulling a large and incredibly toothy grin.

"Your candy or your dingle dangles." The voice was low but had an almost lyrical tone to it.

Spud instinctively scurried back. "My candy or my what now!?"

His Grandfather had always told him to be respectful to the fae, but in all due respect, he wasn't sure his grandfather had ever had his dingle dangles potentially threatened.

The fel sighed at the reaction it had garnered and tried again. This time the words were slower and far more pronounced, as if it were talking to a particularly dim child.

"Your candy -" it pointed towards the bag of sweet treats that hung from Spud's belt "- or your dingle dangles."

Much to his relief, the fel appeared to be pointing at his ears.

His hand shot up as he attempted to grasp what exactly -
Then it clicked.

"You mean my earrings?"

"Yes!" The fel nodded with great satisfaction. "Your dingle dangles."

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"That's hardly very kind" A low baritone emerged from some foliage. A tall, strapping young fellow with a dark, groomed goatee stepped forward from the nearby wood, the sun shined on his shaven head.

"You oughn't just go around demanding people's sweets and trinkets, Fae. The least you could do is offer him something in return." Ever the contrarian, Ampton "D'Amr" Smet had always been of the mind that he respected Fae so long as they respected men in kind, handling each one on an individual, case-by-case basis. His gaze then fell on the man accosted.

"Pardon the intrusion. The smithy gets quite hot and confining at times. I'd gone out for a stroll and was on my way back when I happened upon your encounter. I understand what we've all been told of the Fae, but that doesn't mean I mean to tolerate rudeness and intimidation." D'Amr looked back to the Fae. With a stern, though not openly hostile look on his face, he lightly gripped the hilt of his smithing hammer.

"So, Fel, what will it be? I believe an apology is in order."

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D’Amr was waiting. The Fel still hadn’t apologised and the contrarian was tapping his feet on the ground impatiently. Spud was on his feet, nursing his bruises obtained via his impact on the stone path. The Fel’s head was cast to the ground, either cursing his bad luck of the encounter with D’Amr or thinking of how to apologise. After all, pranksters aren’t really the apologetic type.

“Well?” asked D'Amr.

'The word was spoken in a much deeper tone, and his grip tightened on the hilt of his hammer. Common sense and dignity fought against each other and eventually dignity won. With a sudden jolt, the Fel leaped back into the bushes he came from. D’Amr, caught totally off-guard, pulled out his hammer and swiped it down toward the bushes, aiming for the leg of where he guessed the Fel would be for a wounding blow. Unfortunately, fast as he may be, the Fel was even faster and the hammer slammed onto the ground, causing a mini explosion of dirt. Pulling back the hammer, he quickly pocketed it in a small pouch designed for it in his belt. Using both hands, he gripped the bushes and pulled his hands away from each other and peered in.

Nothing.

Letting go of the bush, he then turned his head to face Spud, who was wide-eyed with the sudden retaliation from the Fel. “I think you should go back to where you came from. It can be dangerous out here. On another note, I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is Ampton Smet, but call me D’Amr.” Said D’Amr, extending his hand. Hesitating, Spud raised his own hand to meet D’Amr’s. “My name is Spud.” He said simply.
“Well Spud, I suppose I should accompany you if you don’t mind. You never know when another one of those may show up.”
“Well, I guess I’m going to need all the help I can get. Thank you D’Amr.” Replied Spud. And with that, they both walked side-by-side back to their respective homes.

Took a while, but it was worth it:)