511 days after a wizard cursed the REALM…
Current Version:
The Logorrhean River runs through Wordler Village, through the Plains of Thesaurus, and across the border into the Apelands. But although they share both a river and a border, the Villagers and Apes have never had much interaction.
One day, at the height of summer, the Apes noticed that the Logorrhean had turned red. The ominous color change was accompanied by bits of flotsam and many boats of Villager refugees plying toward the Wide Sea. The largest of these was a sailing ship captained by Wordler 373, who waved at the Apes from the deck as they floated by the Simian Pleasure Barge Marina.
The matter sparked considerable debate among the Apes. Some suggested a scouting party to determine whether the Apes’ upriver neighbors might require assistance, or whether their plight might threaten to spill into the Apelands. Others argued that the Apes had more pressing matters, what with all the Bears sneaking into their homes at night to loot their bags.
“Any Ape who gets sent upriver is one less Ape to defend our bags,” declared one Ape, whose captain’s hat gave him an air of authority. And since none of the Apes wanted to lose any more of their bags to marauding Bears, the matter was settled.
That decision didn’t sit right with Val. Just days before, he’d actually met one of the few Villagers who’d ever ventured across the border to willingly engage with Apekind. She’d called herself Wordler 386, a champion of her people, and said she’d come in search of a Protective Word to save her REALM from certain doom.
386 maintained her nobility and determination even when she found her word in an empty BERTH, instead of aboard a YACHT as she’d hoped.
“Two days.” Val shook his head. “All that effort, and the REALM fell to the NIGHT only two days later.”
Summer had turned to Autumn and, as far as any Ape now knows, the entire upriver REALM has been emptied of its former inhabitants. But then, what could be the cause of the green lightning storms glimpsed at a distance, and the glowing sheen that the Logorrhean has taken on of late?
Val's fellow Apes would spare no scouts to investigate. The Bears are circling in their pirate ships, bolder than ever, and too many bags have already been lost.
This time, there’s no use in putting it up to a debate. There’s nothing to be gained from asking permission.
This time, without asking anyone’s opinion, Val claims a skiff and steers it upriver.
Web3 Draft:
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Revision Notes:
To be added.
