pumkin king's jest: automatons journey by tmd540, literature
Literature
pumkin king's jest: automatons journey
“In my time alive, I have come to learn a great many things.” This is Spring’s thoughts as he leaves the cave, where his friends lay.      “Master Armon, you had created me for a singular purpose, but I have found more to life with these people, nevertheless I owe thanks to you, Master Dwarf, Sir. Elf, and Miss.Tabaxi  for all of your teachings” Spring leaves, running to the city. A full day’s journey by foot awaited him.  -   -      In the time before the party found him, Spring wandered aimlessly within a forest. His only directive, to find and kill any false hydras that sprout. At the time he did not know that they would only germinate within cities.      Donavin the paladin saw Spring, completely motionless, low to the ground near a pond. None of them had thought to check if the warforged was still active. When Donivan approached, he had snapped a twig under his boot causing Spring to react by swinging his sword at the sound. This particular action almost cost the paladin his life, with Spring’s greatsword mere inches from Donovan's throat.      “Woah there friend, I didn't mean to startle you. If you don't mind what are you doing out here?” Although Spring knew that this being was talking to him, he knew not of this man and thus was weary of him.      “Who are you, and be you friend or foe!” Spring’s voice module, though old, still managed to get the words out. Donavin stood in shock at the warforged, never in his life had he interacted with one that wasn't berzerk and trying to kill him.      “My name is Sir. Donavin, Holy paladin of the church of light and life. I and my friends are not your foe, and mean you no harm.” Donavin, still in shock, allowed his awe to take over, and marvel at the mechanical being.       “Oh, no there he goes again.” Chelcy said to the group whom was looking on at Donavin, who was with great blatancy was attempting to recruit the warforged into the party.      Spring’s time with them was educational.       Through Donavin, Spring learned better mastery of his greatsword.        Through Ritchard he learned how better to be hidden in plain sight, and gained a mastery of persuasion.       As a joke, the party has a silver tongue made for Spring. To Spring that was the first and greatest sign of their friendship.  -   -      “You will die you foul beast!” Spring lets out a mighty roar, the civilians run in terror of the warforged thinking that he has lost his sanity and gone berserk. Spring swings and cleaves through some of the roots that are the false hydra. In that moment a few things happened.       First the hydra appears before the city. Second the beast lets out a shriek so loud it threatens to deafen any who were too close. Lastly, after a few moments for the population to recover, the entire city went into a state of pure panic, running off in all directions. Spring did his best to avoid hitting any civilians while attacking the beast.      The beast shrieks, and fades from public view. The people running away in fear stop, uncertain of why they were running away. Slowly, they return to their homes. Many pass the blood covered warforged, and keep walking Almost like they can’t see him.  -   -      “Armon, what is the point of preparing to kill something that is already dead?”Armon looks at Spring, for just a few moments, it was unclear if there was confusion, or frustration.       “Why have paladins that slay the undead? Why build walls to protect cities?  You ask why one prepared for the worst. Spring my son, the reason we prepare is to protect the things we love, and hold close to ou- o- our hea...” In that moment Armon’s eyes closed and never opened again. It would be about two years before Spring left Armon’s body to fulfill his objective.  Over those long years, Spring buried his father, and cleaned the workshop. In cleaning Armon’s workshop he found a strange jewel, the true value of which he would not learn until after meeting his companions. -   -      Spring charges in on the beast once again, though for the first time ever, Spring feels anger and happiness, fear and bravery, sorrow and releaf.      “I am always with you my son, now fight with honor and protect that which you cherish.” 
“Stories say that the night sky was once as black as the world around us, then two dragons, one of light, and one of dark fought each jealous of the other and their domain. The two warred for several eons, tearing and clawing parts of one another off, creating the universe as we know it. It wasn’t till the metallic dragons, children of the light came that the night sky had gotten its stars. The dragon children, angered by the eternal war of their parent, and took to ripping and tearing bits of the night sky, thus causing the stars and constellations we know today but, in turn their actions caused the
Pumpkin King's Jest: City's Falling by tmd540, literature
Literature
Pumpkin King's Jest: City's Falling
The party separated, confused, lost in a reality that isn't their own, facing off with monsters far more fierce than they should be. The primary group, the wizard, the rouge, the cleric, the warlock, and the goddess avatar, are traveling through a realm of nightmares and chaos, on the hunt for the Pumpkin King. Our war-forged, Spring, is facing off against an enemy that can be heard, but not seen; seen, but only when unheard.
“I think I was built to battle beasts like this one.” Spring thought to himself, “So long as I can not hear the world around me, I can see the beast before me!
Evrin headed the team as they traveled through the wreckage, as he was the strongest and could move almost any debris out of the way followed closely by Kat and her wolf familiar. Next in the line was Zero, then Rin and finally Zelma. Zelma pulls out her lute, and begins to play a mellow song as the party passes through the remains of the elven town.
“H-help. M-m-me.” a weak voice spoke from under a pile of rubble, and ash. Kat was the first to hear this, calling for Evrin to come help, the two cleared out what they could, to find an elf who was mutter
Ash awoke to a swinging sensation, and a sudden change in the temperature. Silently she wondered, where are we? She didn’t remember that she had fallen asleep, nor pitching the hanging tent.
“It must have been Father-Tree!” She exclaimed with a gasp. “ Still how did he set up our tent?”
“No, mom I want to stay on the swings.” Sylvia muttered in her sleep.
Ash scoffed at her sister, “How is it she can always find a way to sleep in any situation?” she thought to herself.
“Stories say that the night sky was once as black as the world around us, then two dragons, one of light, and one of dark fought each jealous of the other and their domain. The two warred for several eons, tearing and clawing parts of one another off, creating the universe as we know it. It wasn’t till the metallic dragons, children of the light came that the night sky had gotten its stars. The dragon children, angered by the eternal war of their parent, and took to ripping and tearing bits of the night sky, thus causing the stars and constellations we know today but, in turn their actions caused the
Pumpkin King's Jest: City's Falling by tmd540, literature
Literature
Pumpkin King's Jest: City's Falling
The party separated, confused, lost in a reality that isn't their own, facing off with monsters far more fierce than they should be. The primary group, the wizard, the rouge, the cleric, the warlock, and the goddess avatar, are traveling through a realm of nightmares and chaos, on the hunt for the Pumpkin King. Our war-forged, Spring, is facing off against an enemy that can be heard, but not seen; seen, but only when unheard.
“I think I was built to battle beasts like this one.” Spring thought to himself, “So long as I can not hear the world around me, I can see the beast before me!
Evrin headed the team as they traveled through the wreckage, as he was the strongest and could move almost any debris out of the way followed closely by Kat and her wolf familiar. Next in the line was Zero, then Rin and finally Zelma. Zelma pulls out her lute, and begins to play a mellow song as the party passes through the remains of the elven town.
“H-help. M-m-me.” a weak voice spoke from under a pile of rubble, and ash. Kat was the first to hear this, calling for Evrin to come help, the two cleared out what they could, to find an elf who was mutter
Ash awoke to a swinging sensation, and a sudden change in the temperature. Silently she wondered, where are we? She didn’t remember that she had fallen asleep, nor pitching the hanging tent.
“It must have been Father-Tree!” She exclaimed with a gasp. “ Still how did he set up our tent?”
“No, mom I want to stay on the swings.” Sylvia muttered in her sleep.
Ash scoffed at her sister, “How is it she can always find a way to sleep in any situation?” she thought to herself.
The world around Fal-Tahem quivered and shook, he took to organizing the evacuation of the elvish town. Wasting not even a second, he aided those who could hardly keep up with the rest of the town. The young and able helped the elderly, but in the many moments of the evacuation, it appeared. A shadow that caused the entire sky to go black, with less than half the population outside the wall fleeing for their lives. Fal-Tahem feared the worst, as he gathered all of the strongest mages that were still within the walls. Together they started to cast a protection spell to buy the remaining elves more time to escape, though the effort would ultima
The two girls awake and rise from there beds. Ash who didn't sleep well that night, got up and for the first time in her life didn't make her bed. She simply left her room to go and get ready for the day. Sylvia however after waking flicked her wrist in what one would almost consider a dismissive manner causing the bed to straighten up on its own, and then joyfully skipped down to breakfast. Ash, as of this point being a half-hour late heard her dad saying something to her through the bathroom door. "Ash, sweetie are you..." She couldn't hear the rest but guessed that he was asking if she was ok. "Ya, Dad I'm fine. I'll be down in a minute." "Ok, you don't want to be late." Sylvia sitting at the table eagerly awaiting her breakfast noticed her sister coming down the stairs about 10 minutes after there dad. "Hey, you feeling well sis?" "Hum, oh, no, ya I'm fine. Why do you ask?" "You look like you where up all night practicing you magics, and alchemy."
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Hey all, it's been.... well it's been a while, and I kinda just disappeared off the face of the earth. I am deeply sorry to admit that I haven't been working on ith or pumpkin kings jest, much recently. That said I do still have a chapter of pkj for you all to enjoy respsably. Honestly I don't know if anyone actually enjoys my works, but to those that do, thank you, and I will work hard. To put out more content for you. Thanks, and happy halloween
it's been a while since I've posted, my apologies for that. I'm doing fine, and have been taking time to better my self, sadly I dont have any new ith to share but I will have new pumpkin kings jest this October. I'll be working on new chapters for ith though I don't know when I'll have them out