Darbyton is a well established little village, most of the inhabitants are quick to point out that they were the first proper settlement in Scalvoris history. Although primarily focused on logging, enough hunting and trapping goes on to largely fulfil their own food needs and almost every home regularly grows bean sprouts to help make sure nutritional needs are met. Between that and spruce tips and the like, very little is imported, which fits in with the nature of the people who live here.
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Darbyton is a well established little village, most of the inhabitants are quick to point out that they were the first proper settlement in Scalvoris history. Although primarily focused on logging,...
Oram peered up at the woman who had just spoken to him, who leaned over the handrail of a platform halfway up a fire lookout tower. ”Apparently, so are you,” he rejoined. ”I take it you’re Mariam Folk? Chief Ranger of the Sweetwine?”
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Kotton hadn’t spoken to his uncle in a long time. His father had suggested it would be nice of him to do so. Getting in touch with relatives he hadn’t seen in a while was good for his soul, apparenly. Upon hearing his father tell him this, Kotton fought the urge to roll his...
Oram swore loudly when he beheld the tunnel revealed by the trapdoor. The Rangers with him were startled; the Chief Ranger had a reputation as a grump, but he rarely swore. After glaring at the tunnel for several trills, he whirled on the rangers and demanded that they recount,...
Oram paused from his work and looked up at the footbridge twelve feet overhead. The bridge had been built some time ago to connect Darbyton to a now-defunct sawmill known as the “Old North Mill”, spanning the creek that had once turned its undershot wheel. Some time later, the...
Oram paused to examine the small, pale blotch on his office floor which was the sum of his progress for the past break. Mopping was hard, particularly when one had to change the water and clean off or change the mop head so frequently. He wondered how much ink or other stuff could...
Darbyton was a resilient town, and never idle. Rather than languish traumatized by last night’s catastrophe, the residents had promptly and prosaically taken stock, and then action. Carts now clattered unperturbed through the lingering smoke bearing people...
Oram stepped out into the soot-filled corridor outside his office and immediately noted the bloody footprints that hadn’t been there before. He immediately knew who must have left them. ”Dammit, Refed,” he muttered, feeling more disgust than...
Oram walked gingerly over crackly black floorboards down a charred, soot-choked corridor, at the end of which hung an incongruously clean white tarp. When he reached the tarp, the Chief Ranger pulled it aside to reveal the void it covered, where once a wall had separated the...
Oram awoke to the smell of wood smoke. In many circumstances, it would be a smell he enjoyed; however, at this early break, here, in his house by the Whisker on a fine Ashan morning -Ymiden morning, he reminded himself, it was Ymiden now- the smell did not belong. It was too warm...
”It was just lyin’ there on the path!” Skai chirped brightly as Oram examined the dirty, tarnished silver nel the old ex-Ranger had brought him. There was nothing remarkable about the coin apart from its moderate intrinsic worth; it was also mildly interesting that Skai had found...
Oram had always known that Idalos teemed with spirits, whether ghosts from the beneath, or diri tied to some concept or place, or any number of other things. It was only in the last couple arcs, however, that he could interact with such things meaningfully. A diri connected with...
The snows had come. There had been a few tentative flurries before, even a wet, heavy snow shower or two. But the air was fully laden with winter now, and the snow this trial floated down in tiny specs that stuck firmly to the frigid ground once they landed. There was only a...
Oram liked hunting in Zi’da. Even before he ever acquired any special ability to deal with the cold, he had liked the combination of sunlit skies and snow-covered earth that were mostly unique to this season. In many ways, it was ideal for hunting, not least of all because the snow made...
Skai looked around appraisingly as he and Oram approached footbridge over the spring at the southwestern end of Oram’s property. ”Birches and aspens grew in quick, didn’t they?” the retired Ranger wondered examining the close, spindly woods surrounding them. ”I can remember when...
Elliot looked at the man opposite him and he gave a slight smile. He had asked Oram to come and speak to him and then, when Oram arrived, Elliot had offered him a drink and a snack and done the whole 'gracious host' thing as much...
People hated rats, and rats feared people; nonetheless, wherever people went, rats appeared at the same time or shortly after. Thus it was in Darbyton. As the vendors and celebrants had flocked into the town for the Festival of Sight, so, too, had the scaly-tailed synanthropes. And...
The break was late afternoon, and the sun was well down in the western sky, so that Oram had to keep his hat low and his eyes on the road to avoid being dazzled. As a result, he was nearly upon Darbyton before he finally noted its first...
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Welcome to The Golden Bit Stables! Here you will find all your needs when it comes to your mounts being housed and groomed. The Golden Bit stables are housed in Darbytown at the entrance to the town so that travelers can find it easily. When...
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While the Darbyton Rangers have existed since the very beginning of Darbyton, their headquarters wasn't built until recent time. The various logging companies, under the direction of...
25th Ashan, Arc 721
Shl'drei had, for the most part, been recovering and getting his groove back. Luckily he was starting to make steady income, slowly of course. But it was income he needed. Everything was starting to pick up pace and click, the puzzle becoming a bigger clearer picture. He was...
30th Ashan, Arc 721
There was something about today, something in the air maybe. Whether it was by fate or bad luck, Shl'drei staggered into bar and out of the cool Ashan winds. He had a habit of caring his cloak either way and to-trial was a good example of why.
There was no time to waste, so Larksong had Shl'drei housed away from the chaos and ordered that he get some rest for the trip ahead. For a few breaks, he laid in the cot exhausted but unable to sleep. Replaying the events of the trial. Once the suns rose, Shl'drei...
Shl'drei wasn't a trouble maker, or a seeker of problems. Problems found him, sure. Like now, huffing his way to Dabryton. A while ago, he was at home, with Sek and Leora, in sweetwine. He'd just got the pack outside, Leora to roam and Sek for a quick walk and some exercise,...
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