THEY CALL ME ADVENTURE
A True Tale of Excitement and Terror in the Sea of A Thousand Currents
A True Tale of Excitement and Terror in the Sea of A Thousand Currents
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You are reading a lovely book peacefully in your favorite, cozy nook of your clan’s lair. It’s so much fun to peer at the funny scribbles and make up your own stories to them; you think the previous inhabitants of Sornieth must have been very imaginative.
“Hello, Sornieth!” You jerk out of your lazy sprawl in surprise. It is not a voice you know; moreover, it is in Draconic Common (the lingua franca used by all Flights to speak with non-Flight dragons); and it is also not coming from any discernable source. It sounds like it could be monotone and fae, but the quality of the sound isn’t good enough for you to make a definitive identification. “This is Captain Solace of the good submersible Patooter--”
Crackling noises overlaying a sort of deep whoosh interrupt the words. “YOU’RE NOT…” is heard faintly through the noise, followed by “...THIS IS MY SUBMARINE, YOU…” Sounds of things being thrown around add a muted, unhelpful clanging to the noise.
You’ve finally located the source-- it’s a small brown box, patterned like wood grain (though it doesn’t feel like wood at all), with a gleaming curved glass on one side and some slender silver wires tilting awkwardly in forlorn dilapidation. The back-- the side opposite the glowing glass part-- hums with the faint, pink glow of magic. It’s one of your clanmates’ treasures, but you’ve never seen it do the glowy thing before.
The glimmering white-gray-black (the colors are moving like clouds of little bugs; you’re feeling a bit nauseated) glass fritzes suddenly in an identifiable pattern, and then the white-gray-black shifts to orangey reds and resolves into the (slightly fuzzy) image of a fae dragon.
She continues in true fae monotone and sound quality that is significantly improved. “This is First Mate Solace, of the good submersible Patooter, establishing communication with all of Sornieth,” she announces. “We are members of the Plague Flight, on a mission--” Abruptly, she cuts herself off and darts off-screen and out of the way of something large that zooms through the previously-occupied space and thumps into the wall as someone curses spectacularly in singsong Draconic Plague (you assume. It could be another language altogether, for all you know).
A disgruntled white-and-brown coatl appears on screen.
The Real Captain Adama
”This is Captain Adama speaking,” he announces. It sounds like he’s attempting to be curt, but the wild fluctuation of pitch that accents his words makes it difficult to tell. “We are members of the Plague Flight, selected for an important mission to learn something that many of our Flight have been thinking deeply upon and hold dear to our hearts: are we Plague Flight dragons as terrible as many of our fellow Sorniethians appear to believe? Are we truly twisted and vile, depraved and honorless, unclean, unkempt, untrustworthy--”
“Get on with it,” First Mate Solace interrupts loudly, hovering back within sight behind the Captain. “There’s no need for all this dramatic flourish.”
“--must life be different for we Plague dragons? Is our culture and values so at odds with the remainder of Sornieth?” Captain Adama paused, but not because of the First Mate’s words: everyone knows that fae monotone is utterly incomprehensible to tonal-based coatl hearing. It was probably just an affected pause. “Thus, we commence a journey almost of self-discovery, or possibly enlightenment as to the draconic condition…”
This time, the fae thumped herself audibly into the coatl’s periscoping head to interrupt him, and succeeded in knocking him out of the image. “We’re diving into the deep sea surrounding the Tidelord’s palace in search of escaped prophecy bubbles, guided by a non-dragon native of the Sea of A Thousand Currents,” she informs you directly over the Captain’s cursing, and holds up a piece of paper.
The good guide Space Oddity
The sketch is whisked out of sight after a few seconds; First Mate Solace continues her explanation. “We are broadcasting our journey and our discoveries to the entirety of Sornieth, as we deem it of incredible importance to all dragons, and not just fellow creations of the Plaguebringer.”
To be continued!
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Hello, and welcome, everyone! This is a small side-story to Plague’s conquest efforts, a little something we can all enjoy as the week progresses. Each day, our daring duo will share the new bubbles of prophecy they discover (courtesy of many fabulous Plague artists!) and attempt to interpret their meanings. Feel free to offer your own, too-- our bold explorers are sharing their journey not only to inform Sornieth of their discoveries, they also seek to learn what they may not be able to comprehend by themselves by soliciting others’ interpretations! Prophecy is always so reliably obtuse they know there is a significant chance to misunderstand the true nature of what they see.
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