Let the fantasy world-building inktober continue. It’s been a nice change of pace from doomscrolling or my portfolio, where I’ve been focusing more on modern anxieties lately.
Here’s the previous week. Onto week two!
Reckless
Sandstone Susan again recklessly stole from the priestesses.
They didn’t need their trinkets, but the orphanage sure could use the funds from the spoils.
Heavy
Heavy stone guardians loomed over the solo traveller making their way through the purple snake plains.
The rider felt watched on their way to the city.
Sweep
The head Librarian orders their staff to sweep the wooden floor to remove all bat droppings.
A particularly surly-looking convict came in for their sentencing soon. The Librarian didn’t want to step in guano when they picked a random book for the verdict.
Sting
People said you always smelled or heard The God of Decay before seeing them.
Though greatly feared, they were said to be kind to all creatures, offering up their own flesh to help living things.
Shredded
Within a cell, an anchorite “imprisoned” herself. She left her life as a wealthy merchant and her golden-threaded vestments.
Visitors, often old friends, who came for advice always commented on her shredded garments. And her serenity. When questioned why she lived this way or why she didn’t leave, she only answered with a smile.
Drink
The dark underground drinking establishment attracted poets, courtesans, wanderers, the down-and-out and the pretending-to-be down-and-out.
Trunk
A small striped cat paddled hard against the current, their boat heavy, laden with the woman and her trunk. The goddess of the wind shrouded herself in heavy clouds and followed as the cat sailed to the moon.
