50,000!!!
Fifty Thousand Posts!!!!
Who would have guessed… years of gaming, such a big and vibrant community… no, family is what we have here.
For our 50,000th post, I thought I’d let some of the NPC’s take over a bit, and I’d interview them about the game thus far, if that’s okay with…
”Yes, yes, yes!” Flitter said. The little Pixie swooped out of her own thread, straight into the OOC chat thread, where she’d never been before. “I’ll do it!”
You want to be interviewed?
”No, I’ll do the interviewing.”
Hmm… I guess that would work. Take over then. Pick a few NPC’s.
”From where?”
”Oh, here’s a list. Just pick a few names out of here.”
”Okay, then… Scippio, the Dwarf, Arctos’s bodyguard, lieutenant, and frequent voice of reason! Come on over, have a seat.”
”Alrighty, then,” said the Dwarf. “Mmm. Comfy. Good solid upholstery. That’s something everyone can appreciate.”
”Okay! Let’s… so… um… how’s it going?”
Scippio rolled his eyes. “It’s been a LOT of work, little miss! Arctos has put in TWO THOUSAND posts and then some, and I’ve been around for most of them. It’s hard going, little miss. In between the tuthers this and the whence and the mayhaps and the Raven Hued Orbs ™, it’s been a constant effort on my part to keep some common Dwarf sense going. Not easy. I could use a raise. But the truth is, I can’t complain… I can’t because Arctos is doing plenty of it. Fortunately, I will say this for him, he charges into everything head first. I’d probably have taken a few good whacks by now, but every time there’s trouble, Arctos is first right into it.”
”Two thousand posts! My goodness! How do you keep up?”
”Good boots, little miss. Always take the time to look for good craftsmanship. Pay a little extra, get the right gear, and that’s half the battle. The other half involves a lot of hitting and cursing and hoping you get out alive and intact.”
”Well, what’s your favorite thing?”
”Done some nice traveling. Met an Earth Nymph, some Elves, lots of famous people. Might write a book one day. Or open a nice little pub. Maybe both.”
”That’s so nice! I traveled too! I went to… there’s been a lot of places! I like the beach best in the summer. Okay, thank you Scippio… let’s ask Theoderic, Son of Clovis, King of Belgica and the Eastern Franks. What’s been your treasured memory of these thousands of posts?"
The King of Belgica and the Eastern Franks blushed. It wasn’t something he did often. “Well, that’s… that’s a little personal. My wife is very private about that, and I think, with respect, I should be too.”
”I understand… oh, your wife is Aelasuria! That must be fun!”
”It is. She has a lot of energy, and she lives life in a very… well, her own way. It can be stressful. She exposes herself to more danger than I would like her to, sometimes. But she is delightful. She is my angel, she’s made me a better person, and nothing in the world makes me happier than she does.”
”What are you hoping for?”
”The defeat of the Huns, mostly. We can finally get down to running a kingdom, and maybe raising a family. It will be a very different life, but I am looking forward to it.”
Flitter was not looking for a discussion of war and politics. Who was next! Oh, someone from the world of the Fey! Flitter read the card as a tall, elegant woman who appeared to be made from pale green stone sat down.
”Chrysophase, the Earth Nymph of Cote… I remember you! We met at Nia’s island!”
”Yes we did,” the woman said. “It is a rare and special place, where the ley lines cross, and the great nature spirits who normally tend their separate worlds can meet. A place of ancient magic and wonder.”
”It’s very nice there,” Flitter agreed. “And what can we talk about? You haven’t been in posts in a long while!”
”Yes, that is true, but it will change, and shortly.”
”Wow, you can see the future?”
”Like all of my kind , I possess some oracular vision, yes. Nia has been restless, and the strands of fate draw near the island again. And towards the cliffs to the east- stone, but places I cannot go, tainted with Unseelie power. I have advised adventurers before, and I will help them again, but they will have to face things I cannot.”
”Oh, I hope they will be careful,” Flitter said.
”You will be one of them.”
”Eeep!”
”Do not fear, you have good company. You have faced danger before, and done well, and done good.”
”So, what are you hoping for out of the next 50,000 posts?”
”More appearances, for one. Life in a cave is comfortable, mind you, but not many people come to visit, and you’re always wondering if the next group will be miners, looking to loot everything beautiful from beneath the Earth. It’s a shame I cannot travel far from my cave and my native geological strata, there is so much more I’d like to see and do. Oh well, I suppose being a Dryad would be worse.”
”My next guess is Sneezyleaf, the Treant,” Flitter said. “He’s another one I met! Aelasuria cured him when he was infested with squirrels, and she even saved all the squirrels.”
A Brownie woman scurried over, with a large badger loping along behind. She handed Flitter a note. Flitter read it, and frowned.
”He can’t make it,” she said. “He called in sick. He said his allergies are acting up.”
”What’s he allergic to?” the Brownie asked.
”Everything,” Flitter said. “Including pollen, which is hard if you are a Treant.”
Then Flitter looked at the badger.
”Ruffy!” she said, giving the badger a quick hug. “And you’re Petunia!”
”Yes, we are,” the Brownie woman agreed. “And we also haven’t been around in a while.”
”Do you live on Nia’s island?” Flitter asked.
”Oh yes, it’s a nice place. Riedonica is nice too, but Nia needed the touch of a few Brownies around, of course. Can’t leave it all to Sprites and Selkies, can we?”
”All of what?” Flitter asked.
”Oh, that’s cute,” Petunia said, not stopping to worry about what Flitter was thinking. “And I am the best with animals, and there are some on the island… not many, but some, so of course Nia needs a good Minister of Wildlife to keep them organized.”
”You keep wild animals organized?”
”Someone has to,” Petunia said, with absolute certainty and conviction.
Flitter raised her mouth as if to speak and just froze, still unable to process Petunia’s logic.
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