William Jones
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10
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Ozzy took a moment stare around him. Nothing was moving towards them in the water...no...not water, the smoke? An ocean of smoke? He bent down and put his hand into it. It was cold and insubstantial. Not as thin as air, but less dense than water. He could pick it up in his cupped hands, and then pour it back out. It had no smell at all. "So, what do you call this place?" Woodrat looked up at him from where he was lying flat on his back, resting. "The Smoke." "Just that? The Smoke? Are we in a certain…-
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"Right, OK! I pissed you off. Woodrat was holding onto a chain that ran to the top of small mast on his raft. Ozzy got the idea that the shimmering heat he saw in the triangular wedge formed by the chain and the mast was a sail of some sort. Woodrat was half collapsed against the mast, and not looking like he wanted to do much else for a long time. "I don't even know where to start with someone like you. How did you get so strong and not know what your skills do? Makes no sense, even if you did fall out…
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Ozzy took a moment stare around him. Nothing was moving towards them in the water...no...not water, the smoke? An ocean of smoke? He bent down and put his hand into it. It was cold and insubstantial. Not as thin as air, but less dense than water. He could pick it up in his cupped hands, and then pour it back out. It had no smell at all. "So, what do you call this place?" Woodrat looked up at him from where he was lying flat on his back, resting. "The Smoke." "Just that? The Smoke? Are we in a certain…
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Ozzy took a moment stare around him. Nothing was moving towards them in the water...no...not water, the smoke? An ocean of smoke? He bent down and put his hand into it. It was cold and insubstantial. Not as thin as air, but less dense than water. He could pick it up in his cupped hands, and then pour it back out. It had no smell at all. "So, what do you call this place?" Woodrat looked up at him from where he was lying flat on his back, resting. "The Smoke." "Just that? The Smoke? Are we in a certain…
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Ozzy had vague memories of falling round and round for a long time, unable to control his movement or even feel his body. After some timeless period, he finally felt more like himself, his mind cleared and he really did find himself falling. Falling sideways? No! Being whirled around and around by fierce winds that had a lock on his body. Below him, he caught glimpses of a a rolling sea grey sea with bits of flotsam and jetsam scattered about. He was still high in the air, but was descending. Things are…
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The ghouls of Hungrytown heard the footsteps and the creak of wagons, and then they could smell the sweet stench of the living. They prepared to grab anyone who stepped to close to the edge of the road, but as more and more workers came into view, they backed away in fear, tumbling down the embankment and finding holes in the ruins to in. They had seen what one Butcher could do to them, and now a full score of hard muscled men and women were marching along the road, cleavers on their belts. The ghouls had…
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Woodrat considered this to be a decent day. The Sky overhead looked clear, with no Thunderheads in sight to worry about, and plenty of light coming down from Sky. A bored Thunderhead meant choppy waves and the constant threat of being electrocuted by a thunderbolt. Worse were the bastards that delighted in making it rain. The rain cooled off the smoke and the fish swam away, knowing what was coming. Being stuck on a small raft made of scrap wood, Woodrat couldn't get out of the way like the fish could.…
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After many sips of fermented apple beverages, the totally normal guy sitting in the tavern doing totally normal things was ready to render his judgement. Someone had decided to call him Bob, and the name had stuck. Totally normal Bob pointed to the first cask of apple wine. "This one is fruity and fizzy with quite a bit of Zing! to it. Just smelling it is an eye-opener. Truly something to keep you awake on long rides or boring speeches. But it lacks body and a complex taste. Still, it would be quite…
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"And how is his exalted cheapness this morning?" The cook was debating if she should reuse the tea leaves from yesterday, or use fresh. "He's in a fine mood, can't you tell? He refused to have a fire lit in his throne room for the daily audiences, and put on that horrid sheepskin coat of his to keep warm. He mumbled that all the hot air would warm things up and save on the cost of coal." The Baron's manservant had come down to report the daily mood to the household staff. It made things run so much…
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Ben saw Rolly coming into the Town Hall. As he did every day in the past week, Ben was trying to help Suzette and Billy run the town, the work crews in the city, and supply what was needed at the keep. Each person had a different style of getting things done, and meshing the three together was Ben's constant headache. Suzette focused on the town, solving problems and looking out for the workers. It was the other two that played tug-of-war with the limited resources they had. Billy demanded to not be…
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