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This story will contain themes of: violence, sex, gore, drug use and abuse.
And perhaps a little profanityIf that ain't your thing:
http://www.hydlaaplaza.com/smf/index.phpIn these stories I will try to describe the Planeshift Universe. I've already joined the PS Volunteer team as a settings-prospect and I will try to build the world from the bottom up. I will try to paint a realistic world setting, in which science, economies, demographics, climate, politics and the environment provide the fundament upon to build. When these basic backgrounds are in place, I will then further write about the races, gods, animals, cultures and magic. All of this is combined into a story with added backgrounds & extra notes. These sidenotes will mainly aid in the visualization of the PS World.
The time in the stories is not synchronous; parts of the story can happen at the same time.
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Part 1 - The Lower Fields
Chapter 1 - The Mushroom RockThe currents tugged at the lakeweeds as a Nolthrir girl swam past leisurely. In the distance, slowly appearing through the dark greenish water, was a large boulder and small house. The boulder looked like a strange mossy mushroom, its base eroded throughout the years, with it's tip just touching the water's surface. It was surrounded by glowing minerals, which in turn gave the rock an eerie look.
It was the only rock of it’s kind in the area, as it was the only such rock of its kind in the middle of an otherwise green and fertile farmland. The house was more of a hut: small, stone and lit by a series of glowing minerals adorning its roof.
The owner of the hut is an old man that bought the piece of land in the Lower Fields decades ago with the intention of growing Lakeweeds. Back then, the strong, youthful and energetic farmer Nexon had always proclaimed that he could drag the rock off his land himself or break it down with a pickaxe. This always resulted in drunk laughter from his friends and admiration from the local girls. But after many half-hearted attempts the laughter died down, the admiration stopped. Finally, after many years, he grew weak and old.
Now he spends his days managing the farm boys and thinking about the past. He reminisced to his better days as he stared out the window of his stone farmhut, muttering that it shouldn't’t take long before the old beast finally cracked through the middle. In that moment a head popped out of the windowframe and Nexon made a startled jolt.
“Hey grandpa. Whatyadoing?” asked a young Nolthrir girl, as she swam into the light of the minerals. “Looking at that old rock again?”
“Aye kid. Reckon it shouldn't’t take long anymore.” Said the old man slowly, pointing at where the rock was narrowest. “Told the farmboys to go work the shallow fields. Don’t want to be near there when it finally falls”
“Ya really reckon it’s time? You still remember the last time you thought that? The fields weren't tended for we..” the girl started.
“Yes, yes, Mydla. I remember. No need to bring that old mistake up. This time I’m certain.” The man interrupted, with a slight tone of agitation. He didn't like to be remembered of his past mistakes. The man’s gaze shifted from the rock towards Mydla. “But good to see you again kid. What brings you here?”
Mydla swam to the open doorframe of the small stone building. She poked her head through the opening, smiling widely. “The hightide! Dad told me to ask if you needed anything from the store. The floating markets are all in port, you see.”
“Did they now? ” the man replied, pondering his options. “Well..." he started, "Perhaps you can get me some dyes. Blue, since the netting needs to be redone.” Mydla looked confused and replied “But I thought you had them done last week?”
The old man grimaced. “Yes, but that stonebrain Mathil dyed them purple...” Mydla’s face turned into one of understanding and slight amusement “…and now the Shimmerings are ‘apologizing’ that 'their' nets managed to reach my fields. I had to be very firm or they would just have taken back ‘their’ property." he said, emphazing words in ridicule, adding: "Excusing themselves all the way, might I add.”
“How very 'polite' of them” Mydla said with a sarcastic look, harvesting a smile from the old man. “Yes, very” he replied, “But if you could be so kind”. He heaved a breath and walked away slowly from the workbench towards a small crevice in the rock where he placed his bag this morning. With his old hands, he extracted a small purse. It was scaled and teal, but turned into a beautiful rainbow color whenever held in the light. He opened the exotic leather band and extracted thirty coins worth of light blue, gilded Hexas.
“Here’s some coin. Get the Markin’s royalblue oil-based dye and get something for yourself too” he said, as he handed the coins over to Mydla. She pocketed them quickly and repeated “Markin’s royalblue oil-based dye. Yessir!”.
They quickly hugged, exchanged goodbyes and Mydla was off. Swimming leisurely towards the nearest floating city. Farmer Nexon returned to his workbench, staring through the greenish waters to the large mushroom rock. “Shouldn’t take long now.”
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