Castle in the Clods - Sparks in Shade
Feb 14, 2022 18:03:08 GMT
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Post by Sparks-In-Shade on Feb 14, 2022 18:03:08 GMT
Bright sunlight streams through the window of Sparks-in-Shade's untidy bedsit in Daring Heights. Sparks is passed out on the floor in a disordered pile of bedlinens. As the sun gradually creeps across the sky, a square of light moves slowly along the floor. Sliding ever closer to the room's unconscious occupant. The square finally reaches Sparks. He tenses his forehead in irritation and sits up slowly, his groggy face a mixture of disappointment and disbelief.
Mac, Spark's familiar, flaps over to stand on the bed. He pecks at a chunk of stew that was spilled on the bed the night before and looks down at Sparks. Condescending.
Mac stares blankly and his words echo in Sparks' mind. You're an idiot.
"No I'm not. We got paid, didn't we?" Sparks rubs his forehead and moves to stand up, then swiftly abandons the idea.
Mac tilts his head. Look at you. You're covered in slime. What did you do last night?
Sparks eyes lose focus for a moment, before he looks back at Mac. "Well... ummm. There was a flying ship. And a ruined city. And a sentient cloud of lightning. I'm sure most of it actually happened. But listen, they can't all be deadly serious can they? We should be having fun with it sometimes."
Fun? You bought mushrooms from a Tiefling. What did you think was going to happen?
"Look, I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Menace was cool. And it was only 10 gold. Plus I kept it all together. We were pretty useful actually. Veridian could've handled things by himself. And Amble was green but showed promise. Felix wouldn't mind at all."
You killed me again.
"Yep, that sounds like the kind of thing I'd do. Can you pass me that cup over there? I'm thirsty."
The cup won't help with your thirst. It's full of stew. Where did you get this? It smells like Catoblepas dung.
"Well... maybe that's what I want. Give it here."
Mac, Spark's familiar, flaps over to stand on the bed. He pecks at a chunk of stew that was spilled on the bed the night before and looks down at Sparks. Condescending.
Mac stares blankly and his words echo in Sparks' mind. You're an idiot.
"No I'm not. We got paid, didn't we?" Sparks rubs his forehead and moves to stand up, then swiftly abandons the idea.
Mac tilts his head. Look at you. You're covered in slime. What did you do last night?
Sparks eyes lose focus for a moment, before he looks back at Mac. "Well... ummm. There was a flying ship. And a ruined city. And a sentient cloud of lightning. I'm sure most of it actually happened. But listen, they can't all be deadly serious can they? We should be having fun with it sometimes."
Fun? You bought mushrooms from a Tiefling. What did you think was going to happen?
"Look, I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Menace was cool. And it was only 10 gold. Plus I kept it all together. We were pretty useful actually. Veridian could've handled things by himself. And Amble was green but showed promise. Felix wouldn't mind at all."
You killed me again.
"Yep, that sounds like the kind of thing I'd do. Can you pass me that cup over there? I'm thirsty."
The cup won't help with your thirst. It's full of stew. Where did you get this? It smells like Catoblepas dung.
"Well... maybe that's what I want. Give it here."
