Post by ``roxane on Feb 15, 2009 23:05:15 GMT -4
It's been a decade since the death of the Adderhead at the hands of the Bluejay, with help from Jacopo, the Adderhead's own grandson. The land has been able to breathe freely for ten years now. Worry about the lives of the children, the quantity of their coins, and the food for their stomachs is a distant memory to some, and to the youngest of the children, is all but forgotten. Under the ruling hand of Violante, now commonly known as her Kindliness, Limbic has come out of these hard times on their own two feet, no longer relying solely on those with more power to spare their lives.
Things are better in Ombra now. The strolling players are allowed into the city again, giving their performances everywhere you look on the busier streets. The citizens are free to watch, regardless of whether they can afford it, without fear of reprimand. The streets are alive with market stalls, and working class folk browsing, buying. Money is still scarce, that much hasn't changed, but the people no longer worry about another unfair taxing from the Adderhead's men. They are free to do what they will with their own earnings, whether they choose to feed their young, or drop a coin for a fire-dancer.
Despite the overall improvement of condition, even the most remote can sense something bad coming. How long can a place which has seemed to be at constant war stay peaceful for? There are theories that the Adder heads Widow will soon make a move to secure two thrones for her son. On top of this there are rumors floating down from the mountainous north of a man performing miracles, some good, some nightmarish. The rumors suggest that he is warping the trust of the hospitable villagers of the mountains, trying to create an army behind himself. To create his own winning team to storm the city.
With everything going on, Lombrica could use someone right now to read them a story. A story that will sweep the land with piece. Fenoglio, once a men of many words, who wrote many things into existence to secure safety for this land, is going senile, becoming forgetful. Those close to him fear that soon will come a day that he will not even remember himself, let alone that fact the he created the world he lives in. What's more, the Bluejay has shed his disguise, no longer willing to play the part. He is now only Mo, the bookbinder.
So the question is: What will happen to the Inkworld, when there is no one left to write the story?
Things are better in Ombra now. The strolling players are allowed into the city again, giving their performances everywhere you look on the busier streets. The citizens are free to watch, regardless of whether they can afford it, without fear of reprimand. The streets are alive with market stalls, and working class folk browsing, buying. Money is still scarce, that much hasn't changed, but the people no longer worry about another unfair taxing from the Adderhead's men. They are free to do what they will with their own earnings, whether they choose to feed their young, or drop a coin for a fire-dancer.
Despite the overall improvement of condition, even the most remote can sense something bad coming. How long can a place which has seemed to be at constant war stay peaceful for? There are theories that the Adder heads Widow will soon make a move to secure two thrones for her son. On top of this there are rumors floating down from the mountainous north of a man performing miracles, some good, some nightmarish. The rumors suggest that he is warping the trust of the hospitable villagers of the mountains, trying to create an army behind himself. To create his own winning team to storm the city.
With everything going on, Lombrica could use someone right now to read them a story. A story that will sweep the land with piece. Fenoglio, once a men of many words, who wrote many things into existence to secure safety for this land, is going senile, becoming forgetful. Those close to him fear that soon will come a day that he will not even remember himself, let alone that fact the he created the world he lives in. What's more, the Bluejay has shed his disguise, no longer willing to play the part. He is now only Mo, the bookbinder.
So the question is: What will happen to the Inkworld, when there is no one left to write the story?