You stand at an intersection of (2k + n) roads... You are at The Crossroads |
a modern low-fantasy setting presented through essays, website fragments, and found documents. |
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One day, a small scaled creature said, "I could write a short essay on the ways different fantasy species would decorate themselves, and what that would mean for their cultural development."
And then it said, "Wait a minute. I'm 20-something. It's the middle of summer. Nothing's going on in my life. I really COULD write an essay!"
This is that essay. Plus a few more.
(also I'm kinda salty that DnD lore still hasn't made Kobolds a real, distinct people. Heck, lore in general doesn't like making Kobolds people! It's all humans-plus-feature that get the spotlight. If nobody will give us a happy ending, I'll make one for us myself, and jolly well put in a good word for the furries.)
For similar reasons, I'm making the humans and elves the villains of this piece. They've had the throne too long, it makes sense they'd develop an evil laugh.
And just for fun, I've thrown in a minor appocalypse. Because I crave the rain of hot, mana-soaked disaster on the unrepentant oppressor. They would not listen, so let their screams go unheard.
I may have a problem or two :)