Picking Teams
Representatives from each clan were sent to neutral grounds to determine how many warriors from each clan were allowed to compete in the games. After much deliberation, they settled on five warriors apiece for a total of twenty on each team. The raiding team consisted of the Falnor, Sushaw, Waebre, and fundamental Fernwick. The Nyre team consisted of the rebel Fernwick, Blade, Weolcen, and Scissortail. The three lower clans of the Nyre simply were too far away to be very interested in competing.
Small parties were sent by the Ferals and Imperials to clean up the ruins and prepare them for the upcoming tournament that was one short month away.
The Keeper remained perched atop his crumbling lair and watched as the Sylvans tidied up the ruins. It seemed the old gryphon never slept or ate, and never stepped foot inside his nest. He never spoke to the Sylvans either. Just kept his seemingly blank stare on them at all times, day and night.
If any of the Sylvans began to be hostile toward each other, the Keeper would let a low growl. Not wanting to chance his wrath, or the wrath of whatever put him there, the Sylvans would bite their tongues and return to work.
Vines and bramble were cleared away, rubble and fallen stones were put back in their proper places or removed, and before long the ruins started to be whole again.
Notes & Commentary
October 13, 2016, Thursday
Picking Teams
The Keeper may be based on an eagle, but I am strongly reminded of the old glares my bantam roosters used to give me when I'd try to pet them.
Argh, such a busy week! Paperwork, paperwork, and more paperwork. Three days on the road with paperwork. You don't get six weeks of maternity leave from the government. Or when you're self employed. Hell, I didn't even get six days! Three days after the baby was born I was being pressured for an income tax appointment and then flat out told I had an appointment. Granted, the appointment would be two weeks after birth, but I don't appreciate being woke up under normal circumstances and I particularly don't appreciate being harassed when I'm recovering from having a kid. Drawing for folks is fairly easy since I can do that from home at a pace I can handle. But being forced to go to the office for a few hours with no consideration of a nursing newborn and normal sleep deprivation associated with newborns? And then even more pressure when I finally start being firm about having time to recover and rest? And that's the least offensive things those people have done in the past three weeks. Oh well. I'm a survivor. Probably going to have some court-mandated therapy someday and three or more diagnoses, but I'm a survivor. And as they say, what doesn't kill you gives you some unhealthy coping mechanisms and a dark, twisted sense of humour.
Characters - The Keeper -
Tags - Just Another Day -
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