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."