Energy.
For some reason, Fresh feels that she is bursting with energy today. The store might be closed now for the second day in a row, after they had spent the entire remainder of...
2021-11-16 10:48:12 +0000 UTC View PostBusiness is tense today, to say the least.
Though, more aptly said, there is no business today. Except for the odd guard or soldier who finds themselves fighting crabs on the beach...
2021-11-15 19:44:14 +0000 UTC View PostFresh, standing on the roof, gazes through the telescope up towards the night sky.
“I still don’t get what we’re looking for,” says Tarja. Fresh lowers her telescope, stari...
2021-11-14 11:33:39 +0000 UTC View PostThe waves of the ocean crash against the shoreline as explosions ring out from all around them. Sand flies up high into the air, along with bits of crab and it all rains back down again, as if they...
2021-11-13 10:00:30 +0000 UTC View Postprevious chapter - https://www.patreon.com/posts/weaponsmith-9-58256782
First official ...
2021-11-12 18:11:49 +0000 UTC View PostIt is late in the evening after what was another very successful day of work.
Fresh stands on one leg, holding her hand out over the batter that is flattened out on the kitchen cou...
2021-11-12 16:47:07 +0000 UTC View PostIt is late at night and Fresh sits in her bed, staring across and over the waist-high stone walls. Her eyes wander over Basil’s thrashing form, over to Shamrock’s bed against the opposite wall....
2021-11-11 18:23:03 +0000 UTC View PostFresh lays sprawled out on the balcony, her limbs facing every which way as she basks in the midday sunlight for the remnants of her lunch-break. Pressing her tongue out of her mouth, she pulls it ...
2021-11-10 18:43:29 +0000 UTC View PostFresh’s arms shake violently, her entire body rattling around like a frightened skeleton as she rises up one more time with her teeth clenched as tightly shut as her eyes are. A loud, long, furio...
2021-11-09 14:56:25 +0000 UTC View PostFresh flips the pages of her grimoire, sitting outside on the balcony with her feet kicked up onto the table and her chair leaned back. She’s looking for anything that could offer her a particula...
2021-11-08 19:07:48 +0000 UTC View Post
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There’s something about autumn that Fresh can’t really put her finger on.
It’s the late afternoon of the next day and she is standing next to Basil, helping run the window as...
2021-11-07 09:28:40 +0000 UTC View PostIt’s late at night. The others are asleep and Fresh stands out on the edge balcony, staring out over the dark ocean. Her hair is soaking wet, just like her pajamas, skin and body. It has been rai...
2021-11-06 17:27:17 +0000 UTC View Post“Sure is,” replies Basil, without skipping a beat. “What would you like?” she asks, entirely unphased by the question.
The young soldier lowers his head, his tan-brown hair...
2021-11-05 19:03:32 +0000 UTC View PostHello everyone.
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2021-11-04 09:27:54 +0000 UTC View PostHello everyone!
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2021-11-04 09:23:16 +0000 UTC View PostFresh clamps down on Basil, grabbing her from behind. The priestess, unsurprised, continues her work of serving ice-cream at the window.
“No fraternizing at work!” yells Jubile...
2021-11-04 08:31:15 +0000 UTC View PostFeathers rustle behind him as sparse rays of moonlight ...
2021-11-03 16:55:15 +0000 UTC View PostFresh sits at the table, her hands are wrapped around the steaming mug of red tea as her eyes are locked downward, staring at the swirling liquid beneath herself. She hasn’t blinked for a while, ...
2021-11-03 08:56:48 +0000 UTC View Post“Tell me your secret, crab,” whispers Fresh under her breath, standing at the edge of their house’s ‘safe zone’, where the magic born of the enchanted weathervane, which repels the crabs,...
2021-11-02 16:08:09 +0000 UTC View PostSome say that after that odd, mysterious day in which the sin-eater had stormed the demon infested capital, that the world had actually ended and that this new place that exists was an odd, dreamli...
2021-11-01 20:06:07 +0000 UTC View PostBasil plucks the single flower off of the top of the large, richly green bundle of leaves and sets it to the side, down onto the workbench. “It’s important that you move your arm in a circular ...
2021-11-01 16:06:24 +0000 UTC View PostHi everyone,
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2021-11-01 12:44:46 +0000 UTC View Post“’The fish is BIG!’” exclaims Fresh, gesturing out with both of her hands. She finds that she has misjudged the situation, watching as Shamrock scribbles down the words she had just said. I...
2021-10-31 20:04:04 +0000 UTC View Post
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2021-10-31 10:17:53 +0000 UTC View PostFresh stands at the workbench, tinkering around with a small, glass vial of grimpowder. Lifting it up, she gently tips it over and watches as several flakes of it fall down to the table, exploding ...
2021-10-30 19:19:57 +0000 UTC View PostEverything goes white.
It’s cold.
That’s the first thing that the man noticed, after he died.
Sure, it had already been cold while he was fall...
2021-10-29 18:53:23 +0000 UTC View Post“Hocus pocus!” yells Fresh at the crude, stuffed doll she had made, holding her fingers out towards it as ‘witchily’ as she can. “Ghost-goo!”
Nothing happens.
“The sun-burn lotion needs to be restocked,” says Fresh, scribbling into a small journal that they use for keeping track of the inventory. “Next!” she calls, nodding. Shamrock obliges, push...
2021-10-28 19:02:22 +0000 UTC View Post“Are you ready?” asks Alleluia, squeezing his hand.
Canta turns his head, looking at her and nodding. “I am.” Canta and Alleluia walk through the final door hand in hand. A...
2021-10-27 18:15:58 +0000 UTC View Post