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TimemasterIt had been a fortnight since the night the dark night sky crashed down onto Galbar, when a beam of energy shot up from the plains to the southeast of the Deepwoods. A beam of energy so powerful that the shockwave broke the very earth for miles around. Cracks had formed along the land, crevices, which swallowed animals and plants whole into the endless depths of the planet.
One such crevice had attempted to swallow a humble man from a fledgling village nearby. Phylas, the local full-time explorer, part-time hunter.
Phylas had plans that night, and being swallowed by Galbar was not one of them. He didn't care if the beam of energy was some kind of divine message or one of those crazy metal beings the new town madman screamed about all the time, he had work to do and a family to go back to.
Long, wavy, unkempt and dirty brown hair lay flat against Phylas' back as he hung from the root of a barely secure tree, about five feet from the surface. Below him, an endless pit. Well, maybe not endless, but the fall would surely kill him.
A bird flew by and he felt a weight fall on his right shoulder. The smell hit him a second later.
Phylas liked to think of himself as an optimistic, tolerant kind of man. But he could absolutely not tolerate a bird shitting on him while he was trying very hard to not fall to his death, thank you very much.
With a mighty pull, Phylas hoisted himself up and grabbed the angled trunk of the tree. The tree shook under his weight and threatened to finally fall into the crevice, but Phylas kept calm. There was no point in fretting over such details when the only way up was by climbing the damned thing.
Five minutes and some careful climbing later, Phylas reached the surface and stood on his own feet. He fixed up his furs to keep modest and then started walking. It was already midnight, and he didn't want to upset his wife too much. She was carrying his child, after all.
He didn't notice the Beast stalking him throughout the night.
One such crevice had attempted to swallow a humble man from a fledgling village nearby. Phylas, the local full-time explorer, part-time hunter.
Phylas had plans that night, and being swallowed by Galbar was not one of them. He didn't care if the beam of energy was some kind of divine message or one of those crazy metal beings the new town madman screamed about all the time, he had work to do and a family to go back to.
Long, wavy, unkempt and dirty brown hair lay flat against Phylas' back as he hung from the root of a barely secure tree, about five feet from the surface. Below him, an endless pit. Well, maybe not endless, but the fall would surely kill him.
A bird flew by and he felt a weight fall on his right shoulder. The smell hit him a second later.
Phylas liked to think of himself as an optimistic, tolerant kind of man. But he could absolutely not tolerate a bird shitting on him while he was trying very hard to not fall to his death, thank you very much.
With a mighty pull, Phylas hoisted himself up and grabbed the angled trunk of the tree. The tree shook under his weight and threatened to finally fall into the crevice, but Phylas kept calm. There was no point in fretting over such details when the only way up was by climbing the damned thing.
Five minutes and some careful climbing later, Phylas reached the surface and stood on his own feet. He fixed up his furs to keep modest and then started walking. It was already midnight, and he didn't want to upset his wife too much. She was carrying his child, after all.
He didn't notice the Beast stalking him throughout the night.