Month: March 2019

The Grove was filled with the warm sunlight of early afternoon when Acantha laid eyes on her home. Thinking back, it had been a long and eventful journey. Flying away with Effy, the fight with the daemon, falling down the shaft, meeting the colorful Chroma. Somehow they managed not to die, which gave her hope for the future adventures she was already longing for. She noticed something that interrupted her happy thoughts, for a short while, because more happy thoughts quickly followed. When they left, they had been working on a palisade, it had started to look like something, but…

It was early morning. Jade opened her eyes again and saw the sun rising at the horizon. The horizon moved up and down in a steady pace. She hadn’t been able to sleep at all and this was ticking her off. The blue squig which she was riding had a vague red glow and somehow managed to not look purple. Jade didn’t understand how colors worked, apparently. Lucky for her, Jughog, the caravan leader, was good with color, especially with red. The day before, they had gathered to leave and Jughog had performed some kind of ritual. The whole caravan…

The sun was slowly edging towards the horizon above the sandy Chroma settlement. All inhabitants were colorful orcs, accompanied by their hairy squigs. Urgoth had brought Morn, Acantha, Jade and Crystal to the fence surrounding an assembly of furry balls hopping around enthusiastically. In the midst of the jumping squigs, a blindfolded orc walked around with their hands outstretched as if to feel where he was going. Acantha forced her condemning eyebrow to stay down and turned to Urgoth. “What is this, exactly?” she asked her friendly orc host. “This is squig matchmaking,” Urgoth explained to all of them, “You…

Despite having no idea what ‘dakka’ meant, Morn understood it was something positive. It seemed to make the orcs happy and Morn decided to take the name-calling as a compliment. They walked through the village and every now and again Morn was stopped by an orc crying out “Dakkaaa!” Then the orcs accompanying them had to intervene and explain to the ecstatic orc that “No, it is not our Dakka.” And with either a look of disappointment or unbelief the orc would lower their arms and let Morn go. After Morn and their comrades had talked with the group of…