March 16 – The Shadow People

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They say the Shadow People are both warning and invitation. Their legend has grown in a hundred directions, each more fantastical than the last. They’re said to be ghosts that lure the unprepared to their deaths. They’re said to be benevolent, the unlucky who ended up on the wrong end of the desert and who steer toward safety those who might unwittingly follow them. Crazier still, they’re said to be alive and thoughtful and civilized, a whole community that exists on the far side of death, and the shadows we see are simple reflections of an otherwise normal people living otherwise normal lives.

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March 15 – The Twins

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Weak banks of fog enveloped the harbor. Up and down the wharf, the Harbormaster’s orders were barked by striped-shirted deputies. Their voices rang hollow in that strangely dull tone unique to speaking in the mist. Braziers were lit at the end of each dock. It made them look like long wooden fingers reaching into the unknown. Sailors in port, understanding fog got them off duty, filled the bars along the wharf.

In the Avalon House, a respectful crowd packed the long tables. Big mugs of crisp cider and frothy beer filled the tabletops. A guitarist played quietly in the corner, subdued versions of the classics. Among the barflies, the talk was of the upcoming sport-fishing competition. It had just been announced that morning.

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March 14 – On the Wire: At the Edge of the World

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On the Wire – At the Edge of the World
By C. Cibo
12th Drose 1342 A.A.

The Aurora Borealis has been known to humanity for as long as people have ventured above the Arctic Circle. All year, the green lights dance in the sky in their wavering, unpredictable way.

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March 13 – A Selection From DeLayon’s Guide Book

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Southern State – DeLayon’s Guide Book
Section 5: Day Trip Excursions

Flamingo Lake

Flamingo Lake is a must-see for any traveler interested in local wildlife. Located eight miles east of the town of Bonse are huge mud flats. In the dry winter, these are barren and uninteresting. In the summer, after the storms have flooded the low-lying flats, they teem with life. Bloated rivers spill into the flatlands and create a series of shallow, warm water lakes. Tiny fish fill the multiverse of lakes and streams in this part of the country.

The enormous schools of little fish draw huge flocks of flamingos every summer. The pink birds fill the lakes and feast on the endless supply of food.

The county runs a few viewing platforms set up at an approved distance to avoid disturbing the flamingos. There’s a $5 fee to access the deck-like platforms, and binoculars are available for use with every entry purchased. It’s a nice stop for any bird lovers, but it’s only really eventful for a few days at winter’s end.

In the grassy patches between these seasonal lakes, little creatures known as Icarus Flies breed once a year before dying off. When the eggs hatch, swarms of the little vampires erupt onto the area lakes. Local birds are their sole source of sustenance. The Icarus Flies are the only animals in the world that feed on flight.

Interestingly, the Icarus Flies aren’t flies at all. In fact, they aren’t even insects. Rather, they are very small mammals closely related to bats. None are large enough to see from the viewing platforms, but they have an enormous effect on the area’s wildlife, both bird and non-bird alike.

Scientists have been studying the tiny creatures for decades, and still very little is understood about them. The beasts operate much like vampire bats, except that when they latch onto a host, it is not to suck blood. Instead, they consume the bird’s ability to fly. How they eat flight, how it’s processed into a food source, even the species evolutionary trail all remain mysteries. For the flamingos that feed here, the historical significance of the Icarus Flies is probably not of great concern.

Once the eggs hatch, the flamingoes undergo a massive exodus. They abandon each lake in droves, hop between the patches of water across a huge swath of these wetlands. Over the course of a few days, they’ll attempt local escape from the flies. When it invariably fails, the flocks take off for good to begin their flight north to their winter breeding grounds.

Other wildlife in the area comes out as the Icarus Flies drain the flight from the lanky birds. Cougars and bobcats can be seen stalking the tall grass, waiting to spot a flightless flamingo in the shallow water. They make for easy prey. These hunting cats can put on a quite a show from the viewing platforms.

Most excitingly, these seasonal lakes are home to a growing population of Red Wolves. Declared extinct in the wild decades ago, a re-introduction program in this area has been help immensely by the unfortunate avian victims of the Icarus Flies. Flamingoes stricken by the swarms provide easy kills for younger members of the packs. Adolescents gain valuable hunting experience and nutrition from the flamingos.

Off Route 17 about two miles north of the entrance to the viewing platforms is a small zoo. Caretakers here have saved a handful of flightless flamingos. There are daily talks with the zoo’s bird expert. There are two other exhibits at the small complex; one for local songbirds, the other for raptors such as osprey and red hawks. It’s a $10 admission and worth a stop for any visiting bird enthusiasts.

March 12 – Pending Comeuppance

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Cascades of stone tumbled down the steeply pitched slope. One or two splashed into the pristine water, startling the fox that drank nearby. Crouched low, he swung his head left and right. Ears twitching, he listened intently. Wind whistled along the rough stone, but he heard no other sound. Continue reading

March 11 – One of the Men in Red: A King’s Parade

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He’d searched the palace kitchens and come up empty.

He’d searched the walls, the guard posts, the corner fortifications and come up empty.

The dungeons, servant’s quarters, surprisingly organized storerooms and public receiving rooms – all duds.

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March 10 – Snow Monkey Healer

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Deep in the ever-snow
At the tree-line’s very top
Lives a mother and a grandmother
A leader and a healer
And each is one in the same
Snow monkeys avoid the reputation
Of their thieving and mischievous kin
They are a quiet sort
Who prefer solitude to crowds
Contemplation to action
And health to sickness

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March 9 – Intrepid Minds

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Patrols had been less and less calm in recent weeks. This happened every year after the snow melted, and the earth warmed, and the town slowly shook off the sluggishness of a winter spent indoors. Jatt and Gyace understood the perils presented by the Intrepid Minds gang that operated in the far reaches of the town. As soon as their transport dropped them off, they’d established a communication link to the local precinct, verified the capacitors on their stun-batons were full and prepped their shields on their chest guards.

They set up a grid pattern for the night’s territory. Heads on a constant swivel, they walked up and down the asphalt streets still driven by rubber-wheeled cars. The whole neighborhood felt like a place out-of-time. Gyace often said this beat felt like patrolling the past, as if they walked along a backlot at a movie studio.

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March 8 – Encyclopedia Odditoria: On Hallucinatory Mist

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Encyclopedia Odditoria
Hallucinatory Mist

Example 1 – Roller Coaster Vine (full entry in Flora, vol. 5, page 578-579)

The Roller Coaster Vine was the third species ever confirmed to produce and emit Hallucinatory Mist. Its particular brand of mist is relatively powerful, in the 4th tier on the seven-tier Crain Scale of naturally-occurring hallucinogens.

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March 7 – Morning at the Launch Pad

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The Engine of the Empire. A Path to Power. The temple had many monikers, though the Hermesium was its only true name. Inside, an unassuming circle of stone was set into the floor, large enough for no more than four adults to stand at a time. The rock was not of this world. Its place of origin was still unknown, though the Empire was now four hundred years into its search. The stone circle had no official name, though senators often wasted days at a time pontificating on how a recently deceased statesman was, finally, a worthy candidate for such a naming.

So it was called, simply, a launch pad.

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