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| title | created | updated | public | syndicated |
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| 00018 | Wed, 28 Sep 2022 10:28:38 -0600 | Wed, 28 Sep 2022 10:28:38 -0600 | yes | yes |
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From their spot behind the construction banner, Inky pulls a pewter bowl, a large wooden spoon and a set of silver spoons from their brewing kit. In one quick fluid motion, Inky strikes the bowl with the wooden spoon. The sound reverberates soulfully through the domed cavern of the vault, like a call to meditation. The kobits too, seem to recognise that single, sonorous note.
After a long pause, Inky taps several silver spoons in rapid succession against one another and on a small rock. The result can be barely heard by everyone in the vault except the aurs, for whom the sounds may resemble the soothing trickle of pebbles flowing along the path of a tunnel.
A rich tone permeates the vault. The Aurs cease their squeaking. You don't hear them say this, but you imagine they're thinking, "Oh shit, I still need to log my sit for Sitember.." And they flutter down to the ground and sit in a circle and close their eyes and are still.
You also hear a deep rumbling somewhere beneath you in response to the gentle call. Some of the gold coin dunes start to shift and spill. A suit of armor falls over. HORSE and the clumsy kobit halt their advance and look around nervously, and then bolt for the front door of the vault.
"BrUHrhHHHURHu-RUN!"
UH OH WHAT DO!!