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 Posted: Sun May 31, 2020 6:12 pm
Bug Island
Belrean Residents Only
Solo or RP Format
Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7
Prompt
It was bound to be sighted. The curious travelers by air and sea noticed something strange on the island to the north. Movement, cultivation, fires and camps. Something was settling there, and it wasn't them. As explorers set out in the name of science, they found themselves run off by the large bug-tribe known as the Alkidikes.
Were they expanding? It was strange considering how they spoke of peace and protection. But it was clear that no one outside of them was allowed on the island. As explorers watched and observed, they soon discovered why.
A tree...a small tree was growing every day deep in the heart of the island.
Rumors have spread about the Alkidike's expansion. What are your thoughts? Are you excited or nervous of your new neighbors? Do you think they come in peace, or are they a danger to the future of the island?
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2020 9:40 am
[752/750]
Seth was taking a break from the tasks he was assigned in the family workshop. Being the youngest of the 'oldest', he was still a bit of an errand boy when it came to work. Sure, he was able to do simple tasks like preliminary shape metal and tools, but beyond that he still had a lot to learn from his family before he was trusted with the skills of his heritage.
Not that he minded, he knew hard work would pay off, but that didn't make him any less anxious to get to work. He felt like he was ready, even if his family continued to send him off on a youngling's errand.
Today, he was busy picking up leather and metals for the tools. He was back in the market, a place many recognized him from as he often traded and dropped off orders, so they understood he wasn't one to talk. He was efficient in getting in and out and back to the workshop.
"Hey Sethy!" Another Geian called out, polishing a pistol as she grinned across the clearing, "Picking up more leather?"
He nodded with a low hello at the girl he grew up with, an old friend who was following the ways of the lightning and learning how to build the metal used in such weapons. He understood why she did it, but didn't quite agree as he was raised on the art of blades and other 'ancient' tools.
"Did you hear the news? They say that some of those bug-girls are setting up shop across the sea on the islet."
He paused from grabbing his order to turn to the girl, his brow furrowed, "What do you mean?" He asked in response, curious enough to strike conversation.
"Oh, you know..." she leaned in slowly, a grin crossing her features having caught his attention, "Those big girls with the black eyes and antennae came across one of the air ships. There was a mass of them, packed as if they wanted to stay awhile. Not like the onesies that would come visit from time to time..."
The girl pulled back to wave to someone passing by, before turning back to her audience, "Spent some time scouting before they claimed the isle. Wont let anyone near by. Some say they even saw them clearing a space for a big-tree they want to plant like the one over in Tendaji. It's wild. We might have some new neighbors..."
His friend paused before letting out a laugh, "They love spears, so you might have some new customers soon!"
Seth didn't laugh, but when did he?
He wasn't really the laughing type, after all, nor the slacking type. He said farewell to his friend, grabbed the heavy packages and headed home. As he went back, he realized many of the locals were speaking about these bug neighbors. Some were excited, like the younglings who wanted to see and learn more, where others were hesitant. Even the lightning folk were a bit slow to embrace the opportunity. Did they come in peace, or did they want to start a war like they allegedly did years before.
Seth didn't know the whole story, but it did give him pause. His friend wasn't wrong...if a new tribe was settling it, it did mean new customers they could work with. But his family was strict in that they never built their weapons to fuel a war. Sure they couldn't control everything, but they wouldn't help someone take over, so he wouldn't help the Alkidikes did so on their island. If they wanted to stick to their little isle off on the sea, set their roots and become functioning neighbors, who was he to push them away?
After all, he wasn't part of the Sector of Safety. He was simply a blacksmith looking to continue his family's legacy.
As he dropped off the supplies to his father and uncle, he was pulled aside by his cousin to gossip some more. Seth found it a bit unbearable, the cool air biting his skin as he would rather be sweating in the workshop. He didn't mind his cousin, they were of the same cut, but gossip wouldn't get their jobs done. He tolerated it before taking the first opportunity to clean and buff the most recent orders, happy to do the grunt work if it meant getting away from the distractions of 'bug island'. Beside, he assumed that this topic wouldn't go away for a long time yet.
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