Snippet #1967894

It is a funny thing, to be aware. To be certain of our day. When a dozen notions beg to be tended to. When the mortal condition urges us to look but not see. We are aware.
A chill in the air, a dampening of light. What did these things matter, when there was so much else to be aware of...

A crowd gathered around in morbid curiosity, a murdered body at its center.
Men began shouting, children throwing up their lunches. A dirty business was the Fair. But this...


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“By the Decree of High Lord Mi’zral – I crier of Bardusk declare…“ The town crier was belting the announcement from atop the central stage…

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“Do you know how easy it is to have a man killed during the Fair Ikin…” Lord Valkylin of the Bards Abode was alluding, downing the wine in his glass and looking over to the dwarf beside him…

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“What is his name commander, that ranger there.” Emissary Lesha was asking of her escort, taking a seat on the lip of a large fountain nearby…

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“Look there comes an Elf with much more admirable intentions then you or I” Lady Elsah was telling the Seer, pointing out the shadowlancer coming towards them.

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“I crier of Bardusk declare, this the 8th midsummer fair, greatest is all Eona, to have commenced its second day of festiv - …”

The man went quiet, rubbed his eyes, and looked up once more.
Then the announcer’s eye shot wide and he began trembling, “Oh… oh my gods…”

Yes, what did it matter that the sun was no longer shinning…

The chubby man gasped and fell to his knees staring at the distant skies, “…Have mercy.”

There came a hush.

Then the screaming orders of Commander Emberheart, “The east wall! Get to the east wall NOW! EVERYONE GO, NOW!”

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