“Are there things which I, Jerun Pollin, owner and founder of The First Bank of Skymoore, Also Called the Last Bank of Seamoore, Formerly Called the Second Bank of Seamoore, can assist you with today?” Continue reading “Opening Day, Epilogue”
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Opening Day, Part Seven
Donovan Allman hated Dillish wine, but he couldn’t deny its effects. It made him lively, happy, personable, in a way no other drink seemed to. He imagined for his new life as a shop keep, he’d have to get used to its rich, spicy taste.
When the time came, he theatrically downed one final glass, got up from his seat behind the counter, and made his way to the front door in long, dramatic strides. “Paz,” Donovan said, and the door threw itself open, and stayed that way. Lastly, he hung a sign that attached to the bottom of the chrysanthemums. It read, written in chalk: “Open.”
And they were. Continue reading “Opening Day, Part Seven”
Opening Day, Part Six
After offering his watermelon pie (medium well) at the Church of Sol, Nestor Pinkly returned to Odd & Ends to adjust the chrysanthemums once more. When he got there, he was surprised to see a halfling girl sitting on the steps. She had dark skin, messy hair, and wore a jacket that was far too big over her regular clothes. Continue reading “Opening Day, Part Six”
Opening Day, Part Five
“And you’re sure you have the strength to work today?” Donovan asked uncertainly. After the incident with the aftermaj hole, Karessa had insisted she was fine. She even offered to walk Donovan to the blacksmith when he brought it up.
“Are you kidding me?” Karessa replied. “After that adrenaline rush, you think I’m just gonna have a lie down?” Continue reading “Opening Day, Part Five”
Opening Day, Part Four
Even with the Pale Moon full and the stars bright, the forest within Dol Belvargamar’s walls was thick with darkness. The trees were still, the beasts slept, and Karessa Plunderton was terrified. Continue reading “Opening Day, Part Four”
Opening Day, Part Three
When Sol rested firmly above Skymoore, granting the city its literal and metaphysical warmth, Nestor Pinkly crossed an item off of his list using a green ink pen. It now looked something like this: Continue reading “Opening Day, Part Three”
Opening Day, Part Two
The mayor’s house, a lovely wooden building from a more elegant time, had two entrances: there was the personal door, which was open on evenings, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and every other Monday; and then there was the business door, which was opened all other times (save for the times when neither door was open, such as when the mayor was sleeping or during the semi-annual Losing of the Keys). Continue reading “Opening Day, Part Two”
Opening Day, Part One
Donovan Allman had no idea how he would feel the first time he stood outside his very own magic shop. Excited, perhaps. Nervous. Doubtful. Foolish. But Donovan did not feel any of those things. Instead, he mostly felt confused. Continue reading “Opening Day, Part One”
