Super Short Stories. Part 12. Regional riches!

Something new!

Small happenings in and around the random corners of Enverdolmal.

Often just short musings, observations, or questions.

All random!

All Canon!

Enjoy folks!

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Atlas mountains.

The southern border of the Gregrin territories. 

A pair of young War Monk Acolytes stood guard in a wayward tower in the dead of night.

The mountain winds rolled about their ankles, knees, and waist, chilling the pair equally.

The cold air seemed to have a mind of its own as it found its way into every crevice and tiny gap in the folds of their garb.

This was not only a part of their hazing ritual, but an honor among the Acolytes to be chosen to do so, as it exposed one to the obvious threats of the weather and the many varied beasts and monsters of the land.

To survive was to be granted a rank just a bit higher than the others.

Should you survive that is.

Most Acolytes of this rank and class had very little training and even less practice with the summoning and practical application of their Aether.

These two could hardly summon a flame, let alone warm themselves.

Said one Acolyte to the other, a stout and muscled young Dwarf to his companion, a tall, thin Human:

"Grr...this cold is beyond me this year!"

The Dwarf stamped his little feet, looking to pound a bit of warmth into them with the friction.

Looking also to rid them of the light build-up of snow.

The wood beneath the two of them creaked in protest, but just a bit. 

"Oi, ye ain't never spoke nothin' truer!"

The young man replied, his hands tucked under his armpits, his feet equally chilled. 

The Dwarf went on, his short, brown beard collecting frost as his hot breath burst forth in quick and sputtered spouts.

"It's so cold that me can't feel me wiggle wobs!" 

The man looked down at his diminutive friend, confusion plan upon his face. 

"Eer...ye said yer what now?

The man said with a wry chuckle, not comprehending. 

The Dwarf stamped again and went on, this time without pause despite the man's constant attempts to have him clarify.

Dwarf: "Me boulder buddies!"

Young man: "Yer what?"

Dwarf: "Me lewd lions!"

Young man: "Yer who?"

Dwarf: "Me mini men!"

Young man: "Ye said what now?"

Dwarf: "Me gourmet grapes!" 

Young man: "Come again?" 

Dwarf: "Me muffin mashers!"

Young man: "Yer who said?"

Dwarf: "Me gobble gourds!" 

Young man: "One more time?

Dwarf: "Me manly melons!"

Young man: "What's that you said?

Dwarf: "Me regional riches!"

Young man: "...so?" 

He said with a perplexed shrug. 

The young Dwarf had gotten to the point where he had begun to assume that his companion was either deaf or dumb.

Mayhap a spot of both even!

The Dwarf's face was -at this point- red with annoyance, his forehead moist from the effort exerted. He crossed his arms over his burly chest and gave a great huff, blasting the snow from his beard and the irritation from his mind.

"Me balls are cold ye dolt!"

He said plainly. 

The young man's mouth fell agape with a gasp, so taken aback was he.

"Ah...well that was...uncouth of ye."

He said, turning his head to the side to hide the blush that comes with embarrassment.

"Why in all Hellz ain't ye just say that!?" 

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I hope that this brought about a decent laugh for ya, or at least a chuckle!

Happy holidays folks!

And if I don't see you again before then, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

As always: Safe travels folks!

Stay safe.

 Stay healthy.

 Stay vigilant.

-Redd.