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,...
Makar did not pace back and forth, he simply took long walks around Darbyton’s edge which may include turning around at a bit of a frantic speed with hands crossed behind his back.
Makar was not a fan of puzzles, nor was he a fan of complicated situations. As such when both...
Kura let out a sigh as she looked around Darbyton. There had been a lot of deaths here, most of them Rangers. Now the Chief Ranger was missing as well, and Kura had made a...
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The weather was changing, or rather has changed and was continuing to change. For Makar that didn't really matter all that much, it just meant that it was getting less hot bit by bit and many trials later it will be colder than an unimpressed stare from...
Out in the snowy plains of the early winter landscape surrounding Darbyton, there was a trail in the snow, something that was easy enough to follow , but would be next to impossible to identify . It appeared to be a great many tiny people...
Makar was a decent hunter, at least when it comes to tracking beasts, surviving off the land, and even quietly moving around a bit. Those were things he was fairly good at it and worked hard at. It also made up for one of his shortcomings that he worked hard to correct.
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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