aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (snow)
Walk into the snow and keep walking, don’t turn around and don’t look for landmarks.

If it doesn’t kill you, this might step you into a strange world, where fauns sometimes pop up and goblins take payment in tech.

And if you keep walking…?

Well, if you keep walking, who knows where you’ll end up.

Blizzarded is a setting that started from a random freewrite, and is based primarily in one story. It counts, probably, as fantasy.
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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (snow)
first 1300 words here )




Sandy gulped, and stared down at the... well, at the gnome, she supposed. "No," she admitted. "No, I've never seen a gnome before."

"And you still haven't," it cackled gleefully. "I'm a kobold, don'tchaknow. You tourists are all the same. Don't know anything, expect to have life spoonfed to you, and, when it comes down to it all you want it," it pitched its voice into a whine, "I wannnnnnna go hooooome."

"Well," she admitted, feeling a bit guilty about it now and a bit angry to be feeling guilty, "I do sort of want to go home. But mostly I want to know what's going on."

"Didn't I say that?" the thing, whatever it was, snapped. "Want everything spoonfed to you."

"And I didn't say that," she snapped right back at him. Behind them, the train whistle blew. "Oh, darn it." She twisted to look at the steam-powered thing. It was lovely in its own way. "It costs one tech. What would a tour guide cost?"

"A tour guide?"
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (snow)
story so far )




At this point, Sandy wasn’t sure things could get stranger, but she was still very slow about looking down towards the high-pitched voice. There was a good chance she was going insane, she realized, but that didn’t mean she had to go without a fight.

“Usually,” the voice continued, “something like a cell-yoo-lur phone works, although something as simple as a flashy-light will do. The more gizmo-like, the better.”

If her imaginary friend was going to keep talking, eventually she’d have to look. Slowly, Sandy looked downward, while trying to frame an intelligent question.

“Why?” is all she managed, and then, in a squeak that sounded completely undignified, “what?”

She rubbed her eyes, much to the amusement of the person (or thing) at her knee. It – probably he – was standing, smirking at her, wearing a little red wool cap, which he tipped at Sandy cheerfully.

“What’s the matter?” the creature teased, smiling with a mouth full of shark teeth. “Never seen a gnome before?”
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (snow)
the first 1000 words )


Tech. Sir. There were at least two things wrong with that sentence, but she blamed the “sir” on the pants. “I’m sorry,” Sandy asked, wondering if the cold was ruining her hearing. “One what?”

The man looked impatient. “One tech, sir, or move aside.”

There was no-one behind her, no reason for him to get all that snippy with her. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what a tech is.”

“Then you won’t be taking the train, now will you? Get out of the way and let the paying passengers through!”

“What… okay.” She melted under his glare and shuffled aside, defeated. She didn’t know where she was, and the train had been her last, however irrational, hope at getting home, or at least someplace warm and civilized. And she didn’t have any of the local currency. If she couldn’t buy a train ticket, she probably couldn’t buy a room or even any food.

“A tech,” piped a voice somewhere near her knee, “is just that. Technology.”
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