A small scream was barely audible over the heavy tumble of the rain that fell in puddles upon the farmstead of the Dryfords. It was a laughing scream, an oscillating wail of such conflicted emotion that many ears would have scarcely believed it to have come from the small rat clutched in the talons of … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches part 3
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The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches part 2
'Please…one moment…I Just need…one moment.' Four droplets of rain fell lightly against a cutting of sail cloth, pulled taught over the flour cart of Helga Miller. The mass of clouds overhead burgeoned with rain and grew heavy as they approached. The morning was held in a sullen kind of mood, a greyness that lived in … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches part 2
The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches
A heavy cloud loomed over the green hills and filled the day with the urgency of rain. Colours receded below the overcast pall and the meadow's lush grass was bent southward with dew. There was a storm developing in the air; a crisp burst Autumn wind pulled lowly across the ground and mischievously stole a … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches
The Copperpot Inn: The Wolves of Velik Mountain
The redwood fell without ceremony.It was not the largest within the Huxley-shire Forest, but Errol never felt at ease when cutting down a tree that was too tall for his means. In his days as a Lumberjack, he had been given the nickname of Cottonwood: a tall tree, thoughtful in how it shaded the land, … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: The Wolves of Velik Mountain
The Copperpot Inn: Friars and Millers
The Friar was terrible at funerals. Not the words, he was great at words. Sprawling sonnets of unfurling intrigue would readily leap from his melodious tenor as he spoke. He would enrapture the assembled crowd, beguiling them with vociferous language and canny parable. He would express his speeches with care, curating them toward the spirit … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: Friars and Millers
The Copperpot Inn: On Lamplight
The world was to be called Lamplight.In the stretching infinitude of time, the name Lamplight was only a minor part of creation's splendour. It was the title of an intricately woven tapestry, a mural of light and sound that each hand had a role in shaping. Ten-thousand threads of harmony that were laced between every … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: On Lamplight
The Copperpot Inn: Accountancy and Contracts
'A rat!' shrieked Myles Honeywort, with a falsetto that he would be later embarrassed by. Myles had recently been employed as chef of the Copperpot inn and had also just as recently retired from a low-class career of being a high-class highwayman, The rat, a neatly brushed, white and brown accountant by the name of … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: Accountancy and Contracts
The Copperpot Inn: Rats in the Basement
Errol hadn’t always been an innkeeper. In his youth he knew of himself as a lumberjack, his days spent joyously forging through the mighty pine forests of Velik and walking unafraid of the dangers that existed in every action. He had wrestled with wolves for the warmth of a knitted cap, he had seen unfellable … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: Rats in the Basement
The Copperpot Inn: A Highwayman’s First Shift
In a quiet glade of rolling meadow, lay a peaceful lane whose serenity made the local library sound like a blacksmithy. Such was the serenity held within of this nook of draping willow, that travellers could not help but to pause here, breathing in the air and wishing that there was a teahouse nearby to … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: A Highwayman’s First Shift
The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 3
Craddic rum. Have you ever known a drop to be so sweet? I remember a score of nights that began busily through its uncorking. With only a slight of its emboldened perfume can I recall the countless names of joyous new friends who proudly sung old songs and made sure that the bottle should find … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 3
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