Setting
Rolling green hills and fertile land, Trivington Hills is decidedly rural.
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Trivington Hills is a part of 
Brightmaiden.
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Nerine [4] A alluring and almost enchanting woman, with a beauteous singing voice which turns all heads.
Nikola Radic [2] "My inventions could make the world a better place, yes. But people are afraid of anything they do not understand. And my world... My inventions... It would be very hard to explain to some one of lesser intellect"
Herman Fogg [2] A simple teenage boy who likes to get into trouble and doesn't have big dreams beyond farm life and a pretty wife.
Alectrona [2] Covenant of the Elohim
Marcus Tate [1] "No, the helmet does not come off often. And yes, I'll be holding onto my gun."
Roc-sha-ta [1] A 20 foot flaming treelike being who radiates a aura or malevolence
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Nerine: A beautiful woman wearing a black dress and long trailing wet ebony hair, would enter the bar, appearing to peer around, before walking to the front and speaking to the people here, "I am Nerine, I have heard that this Tavern is in need of a entertainer, I will take no requests, unfortunately, but do so hope you enjoy the show. Finding a clearing, she would take out her harp and begin strumming a melodic tune, it would wash over the seemingly oblivious crowd, slowly captivating them.
Opening her mouth, she would sing following the strumming, the very bar now wide awake with absolute clear attention, the few denizen appearing to listen and understand the song being sung, even though it was in Greek and they probably had never heard it.
As she strummed she would skilfully almost appear to make the music seem alive, as swirled and moved throughout the tavern, like an angel of utter bliss, it would leave none without happiness or strong feeling of ecstasy, some may even become aroused.
The music would just keep delivering harmonious notes and glorious swells and her amazing melodies evocative and bewitching.
Opening her mouth, she would sing following the strumming, the very bar now wide awake with absolute clear attention, the few denizen appearing to listen and understand the song being sung, even though it was in Greek and they probably had never heard it.
As she strummed she would skilfully almost appear to make the music seem alive, as swirled and moved throughout the tavern, like an angel of utter bliss, it would leave none without happiness or strong feeling of ecstasy, some may even become aroused.
The music would just keep delivering harmonious notes and glorious swells and her amazing melodies evocative and bewitching.
Great pieces of space debris burned in the atmosphere, some falling to Trivington Hills. A series of craters was created, holding debris that was literally out of this world. The news hit the press in time for dinner, and Trivington Hills went from quaint farms to rural hotspots.
There were thirty six humanoid casualties, twelve cogmanoid casualties. Three businesses were ruined.
There were thirty six humanoid casualties, twelve cogmanoid casualties. Three businesses were ruined.
Amidst the otherworldly debris, a large hulk remained intact, whisps of smoke wafted from still glowing red metal.
It stood out among the landscape like a lone sentinel, it's iridescent grey hull glinting in the sunlight, strange alien text, and an even stranger emblem was worn proudly on the side.
What secrets awaited any curious traveler?
Herman Fogg wasn't upset about it. Something new never happened where he was from, and here was literally the most new thing that could ever occur. It was right here and it was in his backyard.
It was literally in his backyard.
Harman examined the charred skull, nestled within what he supposed could have been a helmet, by prodding it with his boot. It crumbled a bit where it rolled over. Herman winced. Disgusting.
There were other lumps of things in the small crater that was now comfortable in his backyard. Herman moseyed over to one of them. As he walked, he inspected the charred grass and considered how much his mother was going to kill him for it. Not that it was his fault, shit falling from the actual sky, but it would be. She'd find a way. She always did.
The other lump, as it turned out, was even weirder than a skull. As if the confirmation that there were people up there (evidenced by a partial dead one right here) it seemed they may have dabbled in magic. Herman couldn't help but chuckle. This was nonsense. He picked up the crystal thing. Was it humming?
It was literally in his backyard.
Harman examined the charred skull, nestled within what he supposed could have been a helmet, by prodding it with his boot. It crumbled a bit where it rolled over. Herman winced. Disgusting.
There were other lumps of things in the small crater that was now comfortable in his backyard. Herman moseyed over to one of them. As he walked, he inspected the charred grass and considered how much his mother was going to kill him for it. Not that it was his fault, shit falling from the actual sky, but it would be. She'd find a way. She always did.
The other lump, as it turned out, was even weirder than a skull. As if the confirmation that there were people up there (evidenced by a partial dead one right here) it seemed they may have dabbled in magic. Herman couldn't help but chuckle. This was nonsense. He picked up the crystal thing. Was it humming?
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