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Syka is a new settlement of primarily humans on the east coast of Falyndar opposite of Riverfall on The Suvan Sea. [Syka Codex]

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A Wonderfully Terrible Morning

Postby Reve Ashworth on March 21st, 2022, 12:13 am

1st of Spring, 522

Syka, was as always, hot. And not hot in the way of you were held over a campfire till you sizzled and popped but thrown into a steaming pot of boiling water where there was no escape. So naturally, Reve woke up cocooned in his own blanket. The wet mass of fabric was handsy in all the wrong ways. It followed every dip and rise of his body, suctioning him to the mat he laid on as mist poured in through the window of his bungalow.

A weak struggle later he detached himself from his sleeping spot with a sticky slurrp as the blanket lost its death grip on his body. Now free from his sodden prison Reve was free to complete his morning rituals. A ritual full of pain and stiffness as he had to coax his malformed hip to grind to life and work out the little shards of glass that seemed to accumulate during the night. The first steps were always a pitiful affair, halting and short, with his arms flying out to stabilize himself on a nearby door frame. The next few came easier and without the searing flashes of pain. It was by the twentieth step that he was moving with his usual ‘grace’ with his slight frame dipping unnaturally with a broken cadence as he worked his way out of his sodden nightwear and slipped into solid boots and rough and ready pants and shirt.

Reve twisted his neck and let out a resounding crack! as he meandered his way out of his small bungalow towards the beachy Commons of Syka. Already people were moving as he was, making their way towards the Commons to receive a massive trade ship known as the Veronica. It only came a few times to Syka and brought many of the things the settlement needed to survive with its isolated location. As such it was quite the event when it arrived. The whole settlement moves out to help unload and see what they had to work with for the season. It was also a good time to see what everyone was up to and work alongside the community.

Reve enjoyed the mindless process of unloading boxes, even if he struggled more than most with his hip, which was not all too pleased bearing a large amount of weight for an extended period of time, but he pushed on. It felt good to help and be of service to some greater good. Gods know that people need something to feel good about in a jungle where even the smallest bug can spell the doom of multiple men.

He shook free of his musings as he plucked a low hanging green and yellow lump of fruit from a nearby tree as he wandered the path towards the common with his halting gate. He pulled the small knife he kept in his boot and went about slicing it up in his hand. Halving the lump around the large pit it contained revealed soft, orange flesh hidden underneath the hard skin. He ate as he walked, enjoying the blindingly sweet and cloying sense of what was called a mango lighting up his tongue. This had to be one of his favorite things about the jungle. Food was never far away and you just had to simply pluck it from a nearby vine, tree, or bush to enjoy.

The rich earth that squelched underneath his boots in a rich shade of brown and black soon became loamier as sand found its way into the jungle before it turned completely pale and white as the trees peeled back to reveal a clearing of beach with a dock that stretched outward into crystal clear water. The light wind created tiny whitecaps across the surface as seaspray laddened the air tickling his nose with the scent of salt and sea life as he stepped into the commons.
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A Wonderfully Terrible Morning

Postby Reve Ashworth on March 21st, 2022, 12:18 am


Already a crowd was forming as people waited with bated breath for the Veronic to crest the horizon. It was during this time he was integrating into the crowd that he noticed something strange about the knife he was using. The typically pristine knife was showing visible signs of dulling, to the point it was struggling to slice through the soft flesh of the mango.

Reve’s face scrunched up as he examined the blade in more detail as he wracked his brain to think of what could have gone wrong or caused such a dulling of a blade in this short of a time frame. Besides a faint tingle in his hand from just waking up, he couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary.

“Mango isn’t acidic is it?” He wondered allowed and got a shake of the head from one of the women standing by him as she gave him the look that implied he just asked a stupid question. With a shake of his head, he banished the knife from his mind and slipped it back into his boot as caught sight of a blocky shape on the horizon that could only be the Veronica as it crested the edge of the world. The vessel's sails billowed out into a smooth, hard curve as the winds sent it plowing through the water. Each slice of its great prow sent sheets of water high into the air and soaked the deck as the crowd around Reve grew restless as Veronica began to wash off speed to dock. Her rigging creaked and groaned as the crew pulled the sheet and forced the ship to give up its stranglehold on the wind and slow down. She came to a rest against the dock gently bobbing in the water as the crew threw rough ropes onto pylons and lashed the ship firmly to keep it from drifting away. A wide boarding plank dropped from the ship and landed with a solid crack as the crowd of Syka residents surge forwards, ready to help unload the ladened ship.

They pushed past a large man with what appeared to be a metal arm as he scooped one of them into a hug much to both parties' dismay as he quickly disembarked and passed by Reve. Reve on the other hand had no such compulsions to hug a stranger and moved to help lift a large box bound together with strips of metal to reinforce it. A few other men were already positioned to lift the box so Reve took the open corner, his hand finding solid purchase on the rougher metal strips of the box.

“We lift on three.” A muscular man spoke as Reve and the two others nodded in assent.

“One.” The man counted as Reve frowned, the tingle in his hand coming back with a vengeance.

“Two.” Reve’s eyes widened as he saw a rippled appear in the metal that was touching his hand. Its texture turned even rougher as it rapidly discolored behind the wave leaving rust in its wake.

“Three!” He couldn’t warn them in time as they hauled the box into the air. The metal bindings let out a loud groan and scream before the bottom of the box exploded downward, spilling a mound of iron bars across the deck. The snapped band lashed Reve’s arms as it broke away.

“Shyke!” Reve barked as swears rang out about him as everyone bounced away from the box that clattered to the ground.

“What happened?” The counting man snapped as a few of the crew hopped over.

“The band snapped! It looks rusted to shit.” The man across from Reve’s lifting position said, lifting the offending piece of metal, “Musta been the saltwater.” He finished with a shake of his head.

“Well pick the bars up. Those are expensive.” And Reve followed along with the order, grabbing an iron bar in his hand. Right as the bar made contact with his skin he felt the cool metal heat up and the tingle in his hand return and before his very eyes the metal rusted and cracked under his fingers. As if the metal bar had been out in the sun and sea for months and not just having made contact with his palm.

“Oh.” That was all he could simply say.

“Oh, what?” The counting man questioned.

“I might have been your issue,” Reve said presenting the rusted and still rusting bar as he maintained contact with the metal.

“Drop it! And don’t touch anything else!” He spoke with a bite before swallowing his next words, “Just…step off the boat till you stop doing…whatever you mages do. We have plenty of help.”

Reve gave the man a nod as he pulled his hands tight to his chest and made his way down the plank and down the beach, dodging anyone who came close. In his haste, he stumbled and corroded a nail in the dock pylons as a single thought raced through his mind.

If I can do that to metal what happens to a person?!

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