aldersprig: drawing of a dark-skinned young man with goat horns and a nervous expression (Jamian)
A story written to showcase the Faerie Apocalypse setting. If you find terms that I missed that are not accessible to the non-Addergoole reader, please let me know.

There wasn't a safe time to go into the old city -- other humans liked the day time; natural animals liked the dusk and dawn, and the strange things slunk along in the dark -- but Kelvin and her team had discovered that the stretch from about two hours after noon to about two hours before sunset were the least likely to be dangerous. There was still enough light to maneuver through the ruined buildings, but the teams of raiders that still lived within the city limits had done their raiding and retreated to their lairs, wherever those might be. As long as they didn't stumble right into the lair of either a raider or a creature, they'd be relatively safe.

They'd done that, once, walked right into the lair of something Sully had called a wyvern. It'd gotten Sully and taken off Yonner's leg at the knee, but they'd managed to take it down. Turned out wyvern made pretty good eating - tasted like chicken, but greasier.
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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
A story written to showcase the Addergoole setting. If you find terms that I missed that are not accessible to the non-Addergoole reader, please let me know.

The halls were black, with only the faint red glow of the emergency lights illuminating them. It was early, and the only sounds were haunted-house spooky: the wind through creaking trees whispered down the passage, two stories underground where there were neither trees nor wind; the whispers of ghosts that probably didn't exist, speaking in strange languages about deaths that probably hadn't happened; the thumping of some giant that seemed to shake the whole compound.

Keely took notes. The sounds were a nice touch, and new; the thumping of the footsteps wasn't new, but he still liked it. The cobwebs that seemed to brush across his face in the corners were an interesting touch, and there, at an intersection that went straight to the stairs, a deep puddle appeared to block the route. An exposed pipe (normally all plumbing was discretely hidden) dripped dark sludge into the puddle.
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