The Strike of Midnight - Beets the Beetle -18/05/22
Jun 4, 2022 20:32:44 GMT
Velania Kalugina, Derthaad, and 1 more like this
Post by Beets The Beetle (Feenix) on Jun 4, 2022 20:32:44 GMT
If the whole of last night was a dream, then I’ve gotta say, it was one of the most buggin’awesome dreams I’ve ever flittin’ had!
I was feeling a little achey after today’s efforts of helping townsfolk pack their stuff up onto carts to evacuate-who knew 12 boxes of hats could be so flittn’ heavy-so I decided to spend the night on some roof-tiles as useful, hoping for a light breeze to sooth my arms and wing muscles.
It was a gorgeous night too, the moon was shining her best up above, and as always it calmed me to see her. She even helped to keep my…inner beast…in check just like one of her star swarm, all peacefully snoozing nestled in that big blue above…till something flitted across my sight.
I sat up, my eyes scanning across the rooftops, and through the towers and turrets and then…There! A flash! Just bright enough to light the form of strangely shaped figured who-stumbled down outta sight, leaving behind-THEIR DRAGON!!!
———
I dove and weaved as quickly as I could as I made my approach. A Yanki dragon rider in Daring Heights. What were they doing? Was this the first line of the invasion? Or maybe they'd sent them alone, like an advanced scout to um...scout-out…the area and report back. ‘Well’ I thought, with a grin, ‘How can they report back, if someone’s taken their flittin’dragon?’
———
“WOOO!!! WHAT A BUGGIN’RIDE! I mean I’ve flown fast before-I’ve been flying nearly all my life after all, but the flittin’ speed of this thing, the way it road the thermals, and it’s spin on those loops! That Yanki’bugger wasn’t ever gonna be getting this dragon back, it was all Beets' baby! Shame it turned out to be Derthhad’s dragon spirit-Why does a dragonborn need a dragon anyway? Can’t they just grow wings?
Anyway, seemed Dert’s nighttime sleuthing, and my airborne acrobatics had pulled together quite the little crowd. Little Laurel, who seemed to keep fussing over Dert having a bruised backside or something. Dwirrhan, who seemed quite curious about the whole thing, and Amble, who apparently doesn’t get bedhead, who knew?
We were all chatting about maybe grabbin' a little nightcap together when suddenly Dert pointed out something else in the sky. What?!-More dragons?!-I KNEW THE YANKI WOULD ATTACK AT NIGHT THOSE NO GOOD SNEAKY-No…No it was…well…beautiful.
I remember Gramps telling me about seeing these before on his travels now I’ve had time to sit and remember. ‘Auroras’ he called them. Big ripples across the sky like the wind dancing over the surface of a puddle but changing them through all flittin’manner of colours, like the scales on a fish, or the sunlight on a fresh drop of morning dew.
Still. Pretty or not it wasn’t normal to see above Daring, and with the city tensing for a possible invasion it was up to us to sound the alarm.
——
Those flittin idiots of the city guard nightwatch, “Lady Archelson is busy, she will be informed in due course should the situation develop.” No offence to Dirt-Who seemed to have his own issues with two unruly recruits, but I don’t think the whole flittin battalion would even recognise the threat of a Yanki attack if they flew the whole buggin’ city of Gadenthor down above’em with a brass band playing and holding big banners saying, “WE’RE THE GITHYANKI, AND WE’RE COMING TO INVADE YOU!”
So...it was down to us to us to investigate. Up we went-not quite as fast or fun as on dragon back-on giant eagles, all the way up to the ‘aurora’ just as the Daring Height's Clocktower struck midnight.
As we got closer to it, Laurel swore he could see a herd of deer running about inside and even tried talking to them, but didn’t get much response. It was then we noticed a spiral staircase, just sticking out of the aurora. Well, a fairy doesn’t need stairs, but I gave them little test for the others and they seemed to hold just fine. At the top we found a weird black hole…kinda like a portal hole, but more like a looking glass. Well, we weren’t gonna learn anything just standing here, so in we went!
———
So to summarise as-yaawwwwn-man I’m getting buggin’ sleepy-here’s what happened when went into the portal.
We saw Laurel’s weird pretty glowy deer herd, then an even bigger fancier deer with stars hanging off his antlers came forward and introduced himself as Sir Tyrondas of the Demi-Plane of Midnight.
He called us a ‘strange lot’-bit rich coming from a ‘talking deer’ I told him.
He explained we were all asleep and this was sort of a cross roads to different parts of ‘The Astral Plane’, and he was its keeper.
He said the Yanki often try and attack as this ‘doorway’ can give them pretty much all out access to every part of the Dawnlands, perfect for a nighttime invasion-Buggin’ called it!
Would you believe it? The Yanki attack. Except they don’t bring dragons with them-ooo noo-they are corralling through probably the biggest buggin’ worm I’d ever seen-An Astral Dreadnought. Basically imagine a big fat worm crossed with a snake, give it one single creepy looking eyeball, slap on some scorpion pinchers and a gob full of razor sharp drool dripping teeth and you’d be pretty flittin’close to something that’d get even the bravest barbarian screaming to his momma!
Tyron said we had to hold it off whilst they shut off that ‘road’ to all traffic, and that as we couldn’t technically ‘die’ in the Astral Plane, we could go all out-My kinda ‘Good-dream!”
We barely made a buggin’ dent it in, seriously nothing could flittin’ touch this thing, and even when I some how wished myself buffer it just cast it's nightmare ‘ray’ on me and and goodbye slightly buffer, just that little flittin’taller Beets I’d always wanted to be…Well that was it, time to go ‘night night’ wormy!
I went flittin’wild on this thing. I’d tamed and rode a dragon for the first time tonight, now I was 'no hands' rodeoing a giant space worm, stabbing it in it’s big stupid ugly eye and barely feeling a flittin’ thing as it chomped down on me once.
Amble then had to ruin my fun by freezing it it solid as a rock and then basically begging me along with the help the others to leave the possibly the biggest buggin’foe of my life…dream’life, and to go back through the portal with them-It’s a good flittin’ job I like this lot.
Back on the dream cross roads Tyron as very pleased with our work-guess it’s hard to smile as a deer-and gave us each a shiny space rock-a lot shiner’lookin than the moon. He even gave me a potion of Watchful Rest-Not that I’d probably need it given my…’personality’ he added.-What a weird flittin’ way to say he liked me.
Finally, as we all were all about to descend the aurora staircase, Amble decided there was time for one more night-time thrill before bed, and they all buggin’ jumped off the staircase and rode the ‘feather fall’ lullaby all the way down to the ground-Guess the lack of sleep was getting to all of'em.
We then all parted ways and I flitted back up here to my rooftop bed for the evening, still staring at that big beautiful deer filled aura floatin’ high above…
Flit, I wish I could ask Tyron to turn it down a bit, I don’t know how I’d ever gonna fall-
A drool stain smears the final ‘L’, blooming the ink in its trail into an 'aurora' of tones.
I was feeling a little achey after today’s efforts of helping townsfolk pack their stuff up onto carts to evacuate-who knew 12 boxes of hats could be so flittn’ heavy-so I decided to spend the night on some roof-tiles as useful, hoping for a light breeze to sooth my arms and wing muscles.
It was a gorgeous night too, the moon was shining her best up above, and as always it calmed me to see her. She even helped to keep my…inner beast…in check just like one of her star swarm, all peacefully snoozing nestled in that big blue above…till something flitted across my sight.
I sat up, my eyes scanning across the rooftops, and through the towers and turrets and then…There! A flash! Just bright enough to light the form of strangely shaped figured who-stumbled down outta sight, leaving behind-THEIR DRAGON!!!
———
I dove and weaved as quickly as I could as I made my approach. A Yanki dragon rider in Daring Heights. What were they doing? Was this the first line of the invasion? Or maybe they'd sent them alone, like an advanced scout to um...scout-out…the area and report back. ‘Well’ I thought, with a grin, ‘How can they report back, if someone’s taken their flittin’dragon?’
———
“WOOO!!! WHAT A BUGGIN’RIDE! I mean I’ve flown fast before-I’ve been flying nearly all my life after all, but the flittin’ speed of this thing, the way it road the thermals, and it’s spin on those loops! That Yanki’bugger wasn’t ever gonna be getting this dragon back, it was all Beets' baby! Shame it turned out to be Derthhad’s dragon spirit-Why does a dragonborn need a dragon anyway? Can’t they just grow wings?
Anyway, seemed Dert’s nighttime sleuthing, and my airborne acrobatics had pulled together quite the little crowd. Little Laurel, who seemed to keep fussing over Dert having a bruised backside or something. Dwirrhan, who seemed quite curious about the whole thing, and Amble, who apparently doesn’t get bedhead, who knew?
We were all chatting about maybe grabbin' a little nightcap together when suddenly Dert pointed out something else in the sky. What?!-More dragons?!-I KNEW THE YANKI WOULD ATTACK AT NIGHT THOSE NO GOOD SNEAKY-No…No it was…well…beautiful.
I remember Gramps telling me about seeing these before on his travels now I’ve had time to sit and remember. ‘Auroras’ he called them. Big ripples across the sky like the wind dancing over the surface of a puddle but changing them through all flittin’manner of colours, like the scales on a fish, or the sunlight on a fresh drop of morning dew.
Still. Pretty or not it wasn’t normal to see above Daring, and with the city tensing for a possible invasion it was up to us to sound the alarm.
——
Those flittin idiots of the city guard nightwatch, “Lady Archelson is busy, she will be informed in due course should the situation develop.” No offence to Dirt-Who seemed to have his own issues with two unruly recruits, but I don’t think the whole flittin battalion would even recognise the threat of a Yanki attack if they flew the whole buggin’ city of Gadenthor down above’em with a brass band playing and holding big banners saying, “WE’RE THE GITHYANKI, AND WE’RE COMING TO INVADE YOU!”
So...it was down to us to us to investigate. Up we went-not quite as fast or fun as on dragon back-on giant eagles, all the way up to the ‘aurora’ just as the Daring Height's Clocktower struck midnight.
As we got closer to it, Laurel swore he could see a herd of deer running about inside and even tried talking to them, but didn’t get much response. It was then we noticed a spiral staircase, just sticking out of the aurora. Well, a fairy doesn’t need stairs, but I gave them little test for the others and they seemed to hold just fine. At the top we found a weird black hole…kinda like a portal hole, but more like a looking glass. Well, we weren’t gonna learn anything just standing here, so in we went!
———
So to summarise as-yaawwwwn-man I’m getting buggin’ sleepy-here’s what happened when went into the portal.
We saw Laurel’s weird pretty glowy deer herd, then an even bigger fancier deer with stars hanging off his antlers came forward and introduced himself as Sir Tyrondas of the Demi-Plane of Midnight.
He called us a ‘strange lot’-bit rich coming from a ‘talking deer’ I told him.
He explained we were all asleep and this was sort of a cross roads to different parts of ‘The Astral Plane’, and he was its keeper.
He said the Yanki often try and attack as this ‘doorway’ can give them pretty much all out access to every part of the Dawnlands, perfect for a nighttime invasion-Buggin’ called it!
Would you believe it? The Yanki attack. Except they don’t bring dragons with them-ooo noo-they are corralling through probably the biggest buggin’ worm I’d ever seen-An Astral Dreadnought. Basically imagine a big fat worm crossed with a snake, give it one single creepy looking eyeball, slap on some scorpion pinchers and a gob full of razor sharp drool dripping teeth and you’d be pretty flittin’close to something that’d get even the bravest barbarian screaming to his momma!
Tyron said we had to hold it off whilst they shut off that ‘road’ to all traffic, and that as we couldn’t technically ‘die’ in the Astral Plane, we could go all out-My kinda ‘Good-dream!”
We barely made a buggin’ dent it in, seriously nothing could flittin’ touch this thing, and even when I some how wished myself buffer it just cast it's nightmare ‘ray’ on me and and goodbye slightly buffer, just that little flittin’taller Beets I’d always wanted to be…Well that was it, time to go ‘night night’ wormy!
I went flittin’wild on this thing. I’d tamed and rode a dragon for the first time tonight, now I was 'no hands' rodeoing a giant space worm, stabbing it in it’s big stupid ugly eye and barely feeling a flittin’ thing as it chomped down on me once.
Amble then had to ruin my fun by freezing it it solid as a rock and then basically begging me along with the help the others to leave the possibly the biggest buggin’foe of my life…dream’life, and to go back through the portal with them-It’s a good flittin’ job I like this lot.
Back on the dream cross roads Tyron as very pleased with our work-guess it’s hard to smile as a deer-and gave us each a shiny space rock-a lot shiner’lookin than the moon. He even gave me a potion of Watchful Rest-Not that I’d probably need it given my…’personality’ he added.-What a weird flittin’ way to say he liked me.
Finally, as we all were all about to descend the aurora staircase, Amble decided there was time for one more night-time thrill before bed, and they all buggin’ jumped off the staircase and rode the ‘feather fall’ lullaby all the way down to the ground-Guess the lack of sleep was getting to all of'em.
We then all parted ways and I flitted back up here to my rooftop bed for the evening, still staring at that big beautiful deer filled aura floatin’ high above…
Flit, I wish I could ask Tyron to turn it down a bit, I don’t know how I’d ever gonna fall-
A drool stain smears the final ‘L’, blooming the ink in its trail into an 'aurora' of tones.
