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Post by hengest on Mar 6, 2021 23:32:59 GMT -5
This is old material for (public) reference and for me to link to soon (on another thread I'm working on).
The TownThere's a town. It seems neither ancient or new. It has a distinctive accent, but not its own dialect. And there is nothing wrong with the town. The town is not atop a mountain but is significantly elevated relative to the surrounding countryside. The town is well-defined by its walls. There is no superstition or law about activity outside the walls, but there are no significant structures out there. A few old images of the town, such as the tapestry in the burgomaster's house, depict it as somehow more vertical than one might expect. These images may be the remains of a tradition that knew something the present citizens do not know. The town has taverns and stores and private houses, and they have cellars. Roots, barrels, the things you find in cellars. It has a good number of cellars.
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Post by hengest on Mar 6, 2021 23:36:38 GMT -5
The CellarsSome of the cellars have cellars and the air gets quite cool down there. Some people go a little ways down to store their food and drink. Some of them are linked to other cellars directly below-ground by passages that a man or a child could easily pass through. A couple of these passages are used in poor weather or, even in better weather, to facilitate the occasional rendezvous.
Some of them seem to go deeper. No one is really sure where the cellars end. There is nowhere to go but down, and no particular reason to go past where the last of the apples and wine are stored. No reason to poke around in quiet, dark passages. Likely just more roots and some cold stone at the bottom. The air feels fairly fresh, considering.
If you listen to the children of the Town, you might hear a bit of rhyme.
Hey-oh, one, two,
Hey-oh, three, four
Momma left the cellar door
Open, she can't talk no more
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Mary had a fella
Handsome as a lord
They went down a-kissing
Where the vegetables are stored
Mary came back home again
Her fella stayed down deep
And you went off to kiss him
When your momma was asleep
But no one listens to the burgomaster's children when they play, always by daylight, at being the creature that comes up from the root cellar. No one but an old, old woman who remembers hearing something in the night, long ago, when she was barely old enough to speak. Something she thought was her mother coming in to dry her tears, but it wasn't her mother at all.
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Post by hengest on Mar 6, 2021 23:38:44 GMT -5
The Empties
They are below the lowest cellars in use, but do not seem different, except for containing very little of interest. There is really nothing there at all to worry about. Maybe some curious souls have poked their noses into these chambers in recent decades, but if so, they have left no trace of their visits. These chambers are cool and silent. The upper world begins to feel quite distant.
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Post by hengest on Mar 6, 2021 23:50:53 GMT -5
Down Deep There is no hard border between this area and The Empties. But you will know when you are there, because someone else may be there, too.
No one wants to know about this place, so no one comes here, so no one calls it Down Deep. Only you call it Down Deep, now that you are here.
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Post by hengest on Mar 7, 2021 0:22:35 GMT -5
Posted the above in fanzine draft thread on March 7, 2021.
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