A NoA is sitting at a bench as night has midnight falls. He starts to look around while he mumbles to himself. “This is stupid, why would i believe such a thing?” A nearby light flickers and it goes dark. The light turns back on and a man is standing there in full black armor. The NoA falls to the floor cowering in fear “YOU ARE REAL!” The armored man extends a hand to the NoA and says simply... “Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?”__________
“Shame about the Slave Caravans,” the Rover tossed out to her employer, taking a good look around the field they were standing in. The Murican farmer stands up straight, yanking out another weed from his farm.
“What about them?” he asks her, tossing the weed aside.
“After they came through? I heard one of the caravans got wiped out by something. Everyone, even the Slaves, dead. All that was left was a few chains and the vehicles.” She says. The farmer shakes his head, getting back to work.
“Yeah, shame. Probably going to have to deal with that horde, huh?” he says back to her. She sighs and gives a nod.
Children have been heard running about, laughing and singing the following song.
“She drifts amidst the Holywood
picking berries round and red
for the love of you, or me
Seeking out the story
along each jagged edge
she drifts amidst the Holywood
Refusing not to see
where every Strain has bled
along an evening’s melody
where harmony has lately fled
Painted white and on her knees,
a Giftmas angel calling, led
Pricking fingertips on memory,
leaving things unsaid
for the love of you, or me.”
“From what I hear, it’s getting dangerous to go to El Dorado right now.” The Rover stares at one of his fellow merchants that made the statement. “What do you mean? That merchants are getting attacked again?” “Do you think this has something to do with the Trade Union and ASW working together?”
“Hey did you hear about the Old Lady?”
“No what about them?”
“They say she’s outlasted a dozen cells”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
The Pureblood drank heavily from his cup of hot brown as the caravan stumbled. He droned heavily into the ear of a nearby Iron who was clearly asleep.
“...that's no hydroxyl ion, that's my wife!"
He laughed heartily at his own joke.
The driver slowed down, stopping on the brinks of the gate.
“Yo old man, ya stop’s here!”
“Is it now, that’s brilliant! I’ll catch you fellows on the way out. Have a lovely day!”
A man’s voice can be heard almost out of earshot:
...his tale of the man who sells what he can
I’ll riddle you this, this song comes with a twist...
The song fades, and the rest of the lyrics can’t be heard.
A Pureblood in a purple dress with a red hat stands in the middle of the road frantically going through her scrounge bag. “By the light, where’s my wallet?” she mutters, “I swear nobody’s come near me!”