Hey Gauntleteers, I’m back crowdsourcing the miscellany for Codex – Storm. This miscellany is called “Three Dozen Unnatural Weather Phenomena.” Submissions need to be a single sentence, or 2-3 short sentences. By submitting here, you’re agreeing to let us use it (you’ll get a credit on the issue). We’re looking for evocative things; the purpose of the miscellany is to inspire the reader.
We need three pieces of information for each entry: 1) A name or location of some weird weather, 2) what’s so unusual about it, and 3) a rumored cause or necessary precaution.
Here are some examples:
“The rain here is alive, or close to it. Bottle some, bring it inside, and it’ll glow a soft greenish blue bright enough to illuminate a room for up to a week before dimming. Locals say it reflects the mood of the sky; if a bottle goes out early or yellows, stay indoors.”
“They say the fog that hangs over the Garnet Coast was a witch’s dying curse or a trickster god’s prank, but one thing is certain: trying to work magic inside its reach is like trying to weave smoke.”
“The fierce storms of Taranis-4 make exploration nigh impossible, but researchers tracking its largest storm system have noticed a pattern emerge over years: its rise and fall appears to mimic Morse Code.”
That kind ? The smotherfog is a strange sulphurous mist that appears in volcanic regions and laces around neck and throat before filling the lungs, smothering people. It feels like hands around your throat…
That kind ? The smotherfog is a strange sulphurous mist that appears in volcanic regions and laces around neck and throat before filling the lungs, smothering people. It feels like hands around your throat…
The deep purple clouds of Pryn-gur have a strange lensing effect which allows glimpses of far away places or even other times. Astronomers camp out here, monitoring them with telescopes on behalf of the empress. Occasionally, when they hang low to the ground, it is possible to step through the cloud to the place or time it reveals.
The deep purple clouds of Pryn-gur have a strange lensing effect which allows glimpses of far away places or even other times. Astronomers camp out here, monitoring them with telescopes on behalf of the empress. Occasionally, when they hang low to the ground, it is possible to step through the cloud to the place or time it reveals.
– Gentle rain that dampens clothes but goes straight through bare flesh.
– Dozens of different sized whirlwinds of swirling vibrant color that head towards magic or strong emotion.
– Thunder bursts out of the ground, literally chasing the lightning.
– Judgemental sun(s) bakes the area with more heat based upon the quality and quantity of sins commited there.
– Invisible rain. No clouds in the sky and no visible rain, but everything is getting wet and you can hear the rain.
– Ammonia winds. Colorless, Pugent smell. Causes headaches and dizziness. Ongoing exposure causes brain damage.
– Frost on the ground. Looks like broken glass because it is. Perceptive people get an augury via reflection after being cut.
– When the rain stops, if you are outdoors and born on a prime number day you turn into a bumble bee.
– A gentle breeze lifts up the entire town like a leaf in the wind. The breeze may respond to music, ritual or bargaining.
– Gentle rain that dampens clothes but goes straight through bare flesh.
– Dozens of different sized whirlwinds of swirling vibrant color that head towards magic or strong emotion.
– Thunder bursts out of the ground, literally chasing the lightning.
– Judgemental sun(s) bakes the area with more heat based upon the quality and quantity of sins commited there.
– Invisible rain. No clouds in the sky and no visible rain, but everything is getting wet and you can hear the rain.
– Ammonia winds. Colorless, Pugent smell. Causes headaches and dizziness. Ongoing exposure causes brain damage.
– Frost on the ground. Looks like broken glass because it is. Perceptive people get an augury via reflection after being cut.
– When the rain stops, if you are outdoors and born on a prime number day you turn into a bumble bee.
– A gentle breeze lifts up the entire town like a leaf in the wind. The breeze may respond to music, ritual or bargaining.
When the wind blows strong from the west, it carries with it a creeping cloud. The curling puffs of flammable gas roll toward the city and we extinguish every flame. No light, no heat, no cigarettes, no cars, no guns. We breathe through masks and cuddle together in the freezing darkness. And we survive, until the East wind returns.
When the wind blows strong from the west, it carries with it a creeping cloud. The curling puffs of flammable gas roll toward the city and we extinguish every flame. No light, no heat, no cigarettes, no cars, no guns. We breathe through masks and cuddle together in the freezing darkness. And we survive, until the East wind returns.
If you’re in Mor-Gaula and the wind picks up, get inside if you can. Those who get caught in the Sweepghast are haunted for days. It’s a clingy, angry gust that latches onto you and blows the Hell out of everything you love!
If you’re in Mor-Gaula and the wind picks up, get inside if you can. Those who get caught in the Sweepghast are haunted for days. It’s a clingy, angry gust that latches onto you and blows the Hell out of everything you love!
The charnel storm sweeps the land, visible for miles around. It isn’t the biggest storm or the most potent. But it has raged for thousands of years. Where its winds blow, the dead speak. Where its lightning strikes, the dead rise. In the eye of the storm, one may summon and bind the dead.
The charnel storm sweeps the land, visible for miles around. It isn’t the biggest storm or the most potent. But it has raged for thousands of years. Where its winds blow, the dead speak. Where its lightning strikes, the dead rise. In the eye of the storm, one may summon and bind the dead.
The land around the dead city of Cobar Australia is alive. What once was dry parched land is green and verdant. Beware taking water from the land or doing damage to the soil. The living terrain is infused with nanotech and it watches all that enter it’s domain. For a minor infraction it may call a swarm of stinging insects, a blinding burning sun or a drenching rain. For the careless it may just swallow you up.
(Amended to be more weather oriented, which I used in a game so I’m making errors of omission.)
The land around the dead city of Cobar Australia is alive. What once was dry parched land is green and verdant. Beware taking water from the land or doing damage to the soil. The living terrain is infused with nanotech and it watches all that enter it’s domain. For a minor infraction it may call a swarm of stinging insects, a blinding burning sun or a drenching rain. For the careless it may just swallow you up.
(Amended to be more weather oriented, which I used in a game so I’m making errors of omission.)
Every five hundred years, marking the death of the Faceless God, upon the Wastes of Kusbri falls a rain of diamonds. The last such destroyed the Beerdi Cartel, sending the land into anarchy.
Every five hundred years, marking the death of the Faceless God, upon the Wastes of Kusbri falls a rain of diamonds. The last such destroyed the Beerdi Cartel, sending the land into anarchy.
The reverse rain is pooling upwards from the ground before flying up in the sky, shooting up from the surface of lakes and rivers. Even your sweat is drawn to the strange clouds above. It leaves the land dry and drums against leaves of trees, the edges of roofs, before floating up again.
The reverse rain is pooling upwards from the ground before flying up in the sky, shooting up from the surface of lakes and rivers. Even your sweat is drawn to the strange clouds above. It leaves the land dry and drums against leaves of trees, the edges of roofs, before floating up again.
A hateful wind blows, agressive tearing at sails, cloth and hair. Black clouds fleeing along a darkened sky. Only wreckers rejoice when they hear it howling, some say they pray for it. It tolerates no ship on it’s crashing waves. Smashing them to the coast. The next day beaches are lined with shattered wood and strange creatured from the deep the next day.
A hateful wind blows, agressive tearing at sails, cloth and hair. Black clouds fleeing along a darkened sky. Only wreckers rejoice when they hear it howling, some say they pray for it. It tolerates no ship on it’s crashing waves. Smashing them to the coast. The next day beaches are lined with shattered wood and strange creatured from the deep the next day.
Up on High Chalk, in Wexham county, on the first day of spring, the winds briskly drop lost letters across the hills. Folk stand with nets and hope for word from lost loves and missing family, secret knowledge from departed masters or just the chance for a good stickybeak. The High Chalk post run is said to be the last duty a postman must perform before moving on to the next world.
Up on High Chalk, in Wexham county, on the first day of spring, the winds briskly drop lost letters across the hills. Folk stand with nets and hope for word from lost loves and missing family, secret knowledge from departed masters or just the chance for a good stickybeak. The High Chalk post run is said to be the last duty a postman must perform before moving on to the next world.
The Mericful Zud devastates the livestock on the Blue Steppes every decade. Like clockwork, the winter of the tenth year makes the land so bitterly cold and barren, cattle, sheep and goats die in droves. It’s only known as Merciful for it guarantees that the great beast whose icy breath causes the cold continues to slumber.
The Mericful Zud devastates the livestock on the Blue Steppes every decade. Like clockwork, the winter of the tenth year makes the land so bitterly cold and barren, cattle, sheep and goats die in droves. It’s only known as Merciful for it guarantees that the great beast whose icy breath causes the cold continues to slumber.
In skies above the Highlands, a Dragon sighting is cause for alarm. This is not because mere mortals interest these unknowable beings, but because of what happens in their wake. A sighting of Silver means cold and snowflakes as large as your hand. A sighting of Veridian means a deep, sickly fog that may last for days. A sighting of Indigo means dreams overwhelm and become almost real – pray you are not within the deep woods for the dreams of ancient trees are the most dangerous of all.
In skies above the Highlands, a Dragon sighting is cause for alarm. This is not because mere mortals interest these unknowable beings, but because of what happens in their wake. A sighting of Silver means cold and snowflakes as large as your hand. A sighting of Veridian means a deep, sickly fog that may last for days. A sighting of Indigo means dreams overwhelm and become almost real – pray you are not within the deep woods for the dreams of ancient trees are the most dangerous of all.
Under certain astronomical alignments, the gray storm rolls from the Great Wastes. As it passes, it pulls water and the unsanctified dead into it through the still air.
Under certain astronomical alignments, the gray storm rolls from the Great Wastes. As it passes, it pulls water and the unsanctified dead into it through the still air.
Among the child graves of St. Muriel, you often seen ball lightning zipping between the markers, and the laughter of children. It is said that those who have yet to fully pass are given these “toys” to help calm them for the journey. Woe to any who disturb their play.
Among the child graves of St. Muriel, you often seen ball lightning zipping between the markers, and the laughter of children. It is said that those who have yet to fully pass are given these “toys” to help calm them for the journey. Woe to any who disturb their play.
Among the sandwastes of Hell’s Playground, a small yet eternal battle rages between the dust devils, and the dust demons. While similar looking, these tiny twisters can be differentiated by their movements, with one moving only in straight lines, the other only in intricate curving lines.
Among the sandwastes of Hell’s Playground, a small yet eternal battle rages between the dust devils, and the dust demons. While similar looking, these tiny twisters can be differentiated by their movements, with one moving only in straight lines, the other only in intricate curving lines.
In the mountains of Unlak, there is somewhere a portal to the realm of the Ocean King. Squalls that blow off the peaks here sometimes carry rain-drops of salt water. Apart from being terrible for local crops, these rain drops act as miniature scrying pools for the King. If you carry that water – in a bowl, in your hair and clothes – he can see you. And if you know the way, you can contact him the same way.
In the mountains of Unlak, there is somewhere a portal to the realm of the Ocean King. Squalls that blow off the peaks here sometimes carry rain-drops of salt water. Apart from being terrible for local crops, these rain drops act as miniature scrying pools for the King. If you carry that water – in a bowl, in your hair and clothes – he can see you. And if you know the way, you can contact him the same way.
The first fire tornado was an accident, the second a coincidence, but by the third time we figured out that the twisters were actively seeking fires and engulfing them. This is why being a fireman is so important and you must keep your lures hot during storm season.
The first fire tornado was an accident, the second a coincidence, but by the third time we figured out that the twisters were actively seeking fires and engulfing them. This is why being a fireman is so important and you must keep your lures hot during storm season.
If you find yourself at Fournemothe Mountain Cove in spring, try to stay long enough to experience a Greenfall. The little valley is pelted for three days and three nights by a rain that bursts instantly into small flora—grasses, flowers, climbing vines, pea shoots—leaving the village blanketed in verdancy. Indoors, the locals celebrate and prepare for the long work of reaping the strange harvest and mending roofs straining under the insinuation of ivy, and many a coat or hat sown with moss speaks to jubilant sprints between the cover of houses. The area’s witches generally agree the rain to be composed of minuscule plant spirits, but they remain unsure what the valley has done to merit this annual migration.
If you find yourself at Fournemothe Mountain Cove in spring, try to stay long enough to experience a Greenfall. The little valley is pelted for three days and three nights by a rain that bursts instantly into small flora—grasses, flowers, climbing vines, pea shoots—leaving the village blanketed in verdancy. Indoors, the locals celebrate and prepare for the long work of reaping the strange harvest and mending roofs straining under the insinuation of ivy, and many a coat or hat sown with moss speaks to jubilant sprints between the cover of houses. The area’s witches generally agree the rain to be composed of minuscule plant spirits, but they remain unsure what the valley has done to merit this annual migration.
Jen Overstreet I soooo want to be there for that!
Jen Overstreet I soooo want to be there for that!
– It is said that when Father Heaven and Mother Earth kiss, cherry blossoms rain down from the celestial planes through petal-sized portals in the sky.
– Living thunder-lions prowl from cloud to cloud, leaping to and fro in search of rain mites. They serve the thunder god but have been let loose by the prankster god, and players will be rewarded heavily if they can return his lions to him.
– Yuki-onna blizzard. Self-explanatory. For added neatness, the yuki-onna is the deceased ancestor of one of your player characters (roll to determine who at random).
– The Cloud Giants of Cathay prepare may fireworks in the event of a solar eclipse to scare the shadow away. Back on the ground, this manifests as “color thunder”, which is what giant-sized fireworks look like to serfs on the ground.
– Dragonclouds are just clouds that look like dragons. But locals make a big deal out of them; everyone and their mother becomes a fortune-teller of some stripe when they see these omens.
– Dragonclouds shed cloudscales during winter. This is just sleet but shaped like scales instead of snowflakes or frozen droplets. Again, it’s fairly mundane but many will try to tell the future by collecting scales and making tea with them (which…just tastes like water).
– A titanic cumulonimbus passes above. Despite the distance you can hear barks and meows coming from it, yet it never rains cats and dogs. Players who control weather can cause these cats and dogs to rain down, locals have a ritual that does it too.
– After a rainstorm there is always a rainbow. Sometimes, a rainbow cloud hides in this rainbow, raining down divine peaches and longevity pears from the celestial gardens.
– Sometimes mere beasts achieve enlightenment. Most enjoy their enlightened status on earth, but some become conceited and try to enter heaven. In the aftermath of such attempted ascensions, flesh from that animal, torn asunder by angry gods, will rain down on earth. If eaten before it spoils, the residual essence of heaven imbued in the flesh cures all wounds and ailments.
(Just tryna get some Asian rep in the sky 😛 )
– It is said that when Father Heaven and Mother Earth kiss, cherry blossoms rain down from the celestial planes through petal-sized portals in the sky.
– Living thunder-lions prowl from cloud to cloud, leaping to and fro in search of rain mites. They serve the thunder god but have been let loose by the prankster god, and players will be rewarded heavily if they can return his lions to him.
– Yuki-onna blizzard. Self-explanatory. For added neatness, the yuki-onna is the deceased ancestor of one of your player characters (roll to determine who at random).
– The Cloud Giants of Cathay prepare may fireworks in the event of a solar eclipse to scare the shadow away. Back on the ground, this manifests as “color thunder”, which is what giant-sized fireworks look like to serfs on the ground.
– Dragonclouds are just clouds that look like dragons. But locals make a big deal out of them; everyone and their mother becomes a fortune-teller of some stripe when they see these omens.
– Dragonclouds shed cloudscales during winter. This is just sleet but shaped like scales instead of snowflakes or frozen droplets. Again, it’s fairly mundane but many will try to tell the future by collecting scales and making tea with them (which…just tastes like water).
– A titanic cumulonimbus passes above. Despite the distance you can hear barks and meows coming from it, yet it never rains cats and dogs. Players who control weather can cause these cats and dogs to rain down, locals have a ritual that does it too.
– After a rainstorm there is always a rainbow. Sometimes, a rainbow cloud hides in this rainbow, raining down divine peaches and longevity pears from the celestial gardens.
– Sometimes mere beasts achieve enlightenment. Most enjoy their enlightened status on earth, but some become conceited and try to enter heaven. In the aftermath of such attempted ascensions, flesh from that animal, torn asunder by angry gods, will rain down on earth. If eaten before it spoils, the residual essence of heaven imbued in the flesh cures all wounds and ailments.
(Just tryna get some Asian rep in the sky 😛 )
The City of Morrin-Ank is known for two things. Its ancient, labyrinthine prison complex and its monthly rain of metallic keys. The city jailers refuse to talk about the cause of the strange weather but some have begun to wonder who or what is shackled in the last cell in the deepest part of the dungeon, trying to escape.
The City of Morrin-Ank is known for two things. Its ancient, labyrinthine prison complex and its monthly rain of metallic keys. The city jailers refuse to talk about the cause of the strange weather but some have begun to wonder who or what is shackled in the last cell in the deepest part of the dungeon, trying to escape.
If you’re enjoying particularly excellent weather, look around you. Your friends might be experiencing slightly different weather. A breeze on one and a hot day on another could indicate you’ve slipped through the veil to Avurron where the weather is always perfect for each individual.
If you’re enjoying particularly excellent weather, look around you. Your friends might be experiencing slightly different weather. A breeze on one and a hot day on another could indicate you’ve slipped through the veil to Avurron where the weather is always perfect for each individual.
In the deep mines of the dwarfs, craftsmen pit the elemental forces of earth and fire against each other while engineers seek to shackle and control the elemental forces of air and water. Sometimes these spirits break free and what might be inconvenient weather to the outside world can be devastating to those trapped with it underground.
In the deep mines of the dwarfs, craftsmen pit the elemental forces of earth and fire against each other while engineers seek to shackle and control the elemental forces of air and water. Sometimes these spirits break free and what might be inconvenient weather to the outside world can be devastating to those trapped with it underground.
In the city of Dis, Fly Rain is common – billions of flies pouring down and consuming the flesh of the damned. Devil and damned alike suspect the death of Beelzebub is to blame, but no one is certain.
In the city of Dis, Fly Rain is common – billions of flies pouring down and consuming the flesh of the damned. Devil and damned alike suspect the death of Beelzebub is to blame, but no one is certain.
On certain days, when the city lights reflect strongly on a thin, high cloud cover, and the moonlight strikes the river just at the right angle, you can see the vague outlines of a different city overlapping your own. You cannot cross over, but there are rumours about two people communicating by poi fire dances.
There is a house in the eye of super cell Callista. Small and ramshackle, true, but there you will find a thing you did not know you needed so very desperately. Don’t go there looking for something, though. You won’t find it there, and you will never find it at all.
Emma and George were storm chasers, and one day, Emma vanished in a tornado. George is still looking for her, and he claims he can sometimes hear her voice if the wind is strong and loud enough. One day, he claims, he will find her and join the storm himself.
On certain days, when the city lights reflect strongly on a thin, high cloud cover, and the moonlight strikes the river just at the right angle, you can see the vague outlines of a different city overlapping your own. You cannot cross over, but there are rumours about two people communicating by poi fire dances.
There is a house in the eye of super cell Callista. Small and ramshackle, true, but there you will find a thing you did not know you needed so very desperately. Don’t go there looking for something, though. You won’t find it there, and you will never find it at all.
Emma and George were storm chasers, and one day, Emma vanished in a tornado. George is still looking for her, and he claims he can sometimes hear her voice if the wind is strong and loud enough. One day, he claims, he will find her and join the storm himself.
The storms on CiCi are made of dust and electricity. Whatever the abrasive winds weaken, the lightning devours. Who the hell chose to colonize this rock, anyway?
The storms on CiCi are made of dust and electricity. Whatever the abrasive winds weaken, the lightning devours. Who the hell chose to colonize this rock, anyway?
Once every generation, a mighty hurricane coincides with a strangely long tide, and the brave and foolhardy can walk on wet sand straight into Atlantis.
Once every generation, a mighty hurricane coincides with a strangely long tide, and the brave and foolhardy can walk on wet sand straight into Atlantis.
To reach the isolated kingdoms of the Cardinal Witches, it is not sufficient to just float in the right general direction: One must also be spinning at a certain velocity by natural forces. Unfortunately, tornadoes were banned under the Wizarding Accords of 1945, leaving few options for transit. When raindrops fall through sunlight in the Bermuda Triangle, however, and whirlpools twist under prismatic arches, an upside-down vessel might redefine what “over the rainbow” means, and find more-or-less safe passage … somewhere.
To reach the isolated kingdoms of the Cardinal Witches, it is not sufficient to just float in the right general direction: One must also be spinning at a certain velocity by natural forces. Unfortunately, tornadoes were banned under the Wizarding Accords of 1945, leaving few options for transit. When raindrops fall through sunlight in the Bermuda Triangle, however, and whirlpools twist under prismatic arches, an upside-down vessel might redefine what “over the rainbow” means, and find more-or-less safe passage … somewhere.
The hot air of the southeasterly ‘Winds of Change’ will swirl around any, engulfing them in the heady scent of foreign spices and food. When swept up you experience visions and whispers of possible futures; great for fortune tellers, fortune seekers, and those dissatisfied with their current lot. One thing is certain, a town caught by these winds is never the same again.
The hot air of the southeasterly ‘Winds of Change’ will swirl around any, engulfing them in the heady scent of foreign spices and food. When swept up you experience visions and whispers of possible futures; great for fortune tellers, fortune seekers, and those dissatisfied with their current lot. One thing is certain, a town caught by these winds is never the same again.
FELLOW-CITIZEN, BEWARE THE HERETIC SPIDERSNOW OF CRADOOM:
Tiny white spiders descend from the slipstream on tiny locomotive threads, to whisper LIES about the Triumvirate in good citizens’ ears. Thought to be the transformed ashes of the MAD EXECUTED HERETIC, Blue Shane. Good & true citizens must block ears with wax & wear HOBNAIL BOOTS with which to stomp & nullify the HERETIC SPIDERSNOW.
FELLOW-CITIZEN, BEWARE THE HERETIC SPIDERSNOW OF CRADOOM:
Tiny white spiders descend from the slipstream on tiny locomotive threads, to whisper LIES about the Triumvirate in good citizens’ ears. Thought to be the transformed ashes of the MAD EXECUTED HERETIC, Blue Shane. Good & true citizens must block ears with wax & wear HOBNAIL BOOTS with which to stomp & nullify the HERETIC SPIDERSNOW.
(Who’s the artist on that excellent piece, Ryan McNeil?)
(Who’s the artist on that excellent piece, Ryan McNeil?)
The Crescent Sea is known for startlingly high tides, and devastating storm surges. Its coast is dotted with ghost towns on stilts that travelers use to protect themselves from the elements. The houses cannot save them from the walking-sharks who ride in with the surf.
The Crescent Sea is known for startlingly high tides, and devastating storm surges. Its coast is dotted with ghost towns on stilts that travelers use to protect themselves from the elements. The houses cannot save them from the walking-sharks who ride in with the surf.
The Noonday Witch is the eternal hurricane of the equatorial plains of the planet Bizdiñ. Following the same path daily, shaped by the same landforms, year after year, the daring Weathermen, in their thousand-form airships, chart the storm’s zephyrs, gusts, raincurtains and lighting forests like boatmen navigating a rapids in a river. The peasant pharmaciennes claim the Witch to be the manifest grief of the goddess Gaia, the Lost Mother.
The Noonday Witch is the eternal hurricane of the equatorial plains of the planet Bizdiñ. Following the same path daily, shaped by the same landforms, year after year, the daring Weathermen, in their thousand-form airships, chart the storm’s zephyrs, gusts, raincurtains and lighting forests like boatmen navigating a rapids in a river. The peasant pharmaciennes claim the Witch to be the manifest grief of the goddess Gaia, the Lost Mother.
Hamish Cameron (Artem “rhads” Chebokha. Further digging turned up a Society6 store should you want to get a copy! society6.com – Society6)
Hamish Cameron (Artem “rhads” Chebokha. Further digging turned up a Society6 store should you want to get a copy! society6.com – Society6)
The Sour Storm is full of potential energy, so much so it leaves a persistent sour tang on the tip of your tongue. Some try to capture the energy for rituals or powering devices. But most try to steer clear of each other, not for the sudden electric shock of skin to skin contact, but the wave of emotions and thoughts that pass between as long as skin to skin contact remains. Children born from from a storm union can be identified by a lightning bolt birth mark somewhere on their body.
The Sour Storm is full of potential energy, so much so it leaves a persistent sour tang on the tip of your tongue. Some try to capture the energy for rituals or powering devices. But most try to steer clear of each other, not for the sudden electric shock of skin to skin contact, but the wave of emotions and thoughts that pass between as long as skin to skin contact remains. Children born from from a storm union can be identified by a lightning bolt birth mark somewhere on their body.
Ryan McNeil thanks!
Ryan McNeil thanks!
The moisture in the air around here is acidic, I mean like melt-your-face-off acidic. It’s ok, drink from a well or stream and it gets diluted. But when it rains or gets so much as a little misty you’d better stay indoors. In the mornings we stay off the grass – the dew will burn your feet to uselessness before you know it.
The moisture in the air around here is acidic, I mean like melt-your-face-off acidic. It’s ok, drink from a well or stream and it gets diluted. But when it rains or gets so much as a little misty you’d better stay indoors. In the mornings we stay off the grass – the dew will burn your feet to uselessness before you know it.
Everyone who’s ever walked through the Grey Valley tells you about the cold drizzle that follows you all the way. Not everyone tells you that once you enter the drizzle, you start hearing the voice of someone long gone from your life, or that after a couple of hours that same person will be walking by your side and telling you all the ways you let them down in the past, and will only leave you alone once you’re completely dry again. Shamans say it’s the manifestation of a strong spirit that died after being betrayed by their best friend.
Everyone who’s ever walked through the Grey Valley tells you about the cold drizzle that follows you all the way. Not everyone tells you that once you enter the drizzle, you start hearing the voice of someone long gone from your life, or that after a couple of hours that same person will be walking by your side and telling you all the ways you let them down in the past, and will only leave you alone once you’re completely dry again. Shamans say it’s the manifestation of a strong spirit that died after being betrayed by their best friend.
The town was blessed so that only the sinful would suffer burns from the sun. Sucks about the whole, ‘born with sin’ thing.
The town was blessed so that only the sinful would suffer burns from the sun. Sucks about the whole, ‘born with sin’ thing.
Danielle Popelsky Ha!
Danielle Popelsky Ha!
Every sailor on the Great Lakes knows of the Witch of November, but few know of the Saint. When the Witch’s waves threaten every ship, the little children see Marguerite’s face on the crest. The Sainted surge may save the innocent, but the Witch will take Her due. In November, the Lakes bring orphans to the coast of Quebec.
Every sailor on the Great Lakes knows of the Witch of November, but few know of the Saint. When the Witch’s waves threaten every ship, the little children see Marguerite’s face on the crest. The Sainted surge may save the innocent, but the Witch will take Her due. In November, the Lakes bring orphans to the coast of Quebec.
You know what they say to children who pull faces: if the wind changes it will get stuck that way. Well, it’s not just a saying.
You know what they say to children who pull faces: if the wind changes it will get stuck that way. Well, it’s not just a saying.
Wow, lots of good entries. Love these crowd sourcing threads. Glad I’m not one of the folks that have to edit it down to the available space. 🙂
Wow, lots of good entries. Love these crowd sourcing threads. Glad I’m not one of the folks that have to edit it down to the available space. 🙂
The weather on St Luke’s Island is determined by lottery. Every night the residents fill out a survey card detailing the weather throughout the day, and one is randomly chosen to be true. Nobody knows where the cards come from, who picks them up, or how the they influence the weather.
The weather on St Luke’s Island is determined by lottery. Every night the residents fill out a survey card detailing the weather throughout the day, and one is randomly chosen to be true. Nobody knows where the cards come from, who picks them up, or how the they influence the weather.
The dust devils that roam the city streets of Lucco are relatively harmless to adults of sound mind. However, in times of great intoxication like the celebration of the veils or the week of time’s theater, it is said that people have seen the overindulgent get scoured from existence. No one is totally sure where the people go, but there is a tale told among barkeeps that whispers of their departed customers’ sloppy orders come carried on the wind to intrude their restful sleep.
The dust devils that roam the city streets of Lucco are relatively harmless to adults of sound mind. However, in times of great intoxication like the celebration of the veils or the week of time’s theater, it is said that people have seen the overindulgent get scoured from existence. No one is totally sure where the people go, but there is a tale told among barkeeps that whispers of their departed customers’ sloppy orders come carried on the wind to intrude their restful sleep.
The umami plains are a constant churn of winds, blowing hot then cold. Damnedest thing though, all sorts of edible plants grow here, so chefs will often test their skill by allowing the breeze to season their dishes.
The umami plains are a constant churn of winds, blowing hot then cold. Damnedest thing though, all sorts of edible plants grow here, so chefs will often test their skill by allowing the breeze to season their dishes.
Micicles, the house cats of this little village have learned in the winter months to hang mice by their tails from the awnings. As snow and ice melts from the roof, it pours over the mice and refreezes. This perfectly preserves the mice for later consumption when the supply gets low.
Micicles, the house cats of this little village have learned in the winter months to hang mice by their tails from the awnings. As snow and ice melts from the roof, it pours over the mice and refreezes. This perfectly preserves the mice for later consumption when the supply gets low.
The weather in Asimlus is nearly always beautiful. Partly cloudy skies with warm temperatures and a wonderful cooling breeze. But occasionally the breeze cannot be found and the clouds descend upon the town, blanketing it in a thick fog that the sun cannot penetrate. People go missing whenever this happens but the citizens of Asimlus never fear the descending clouds that they dub “Heaven’s Will”.
The weather in Asimlus is nearly always beautiful. Partly cloudy skies with warm temperatures and a wonderful cooling breeze. But occasionally the breeze cannot be found and the clouds descend upon the town, blanketing it in a thick fog that the sun cannot penetrate. People go missing whenever this happens but the citizens of Asimlus never fear the descending clouds that they dub “Heaven’s Will”.
You ever heard of Jim Carlisle? No? Not surprised, he’s a pretty unassuming guy, polite and humble as you please. Only one thing: Whereever he is at, the weather is like you would expect it to be – balmy in spring, windy in fall, hot in summer, cold in winter. Doesn’t sound so unusual, might never have been noticed, until he was in the Namib desert some Christmas Eve and it actually snowed like crazy!
I hear the Weathermen took him. Kinda sounds like these guys are about more than just forecasts …
You ever heard of Jim Carlisle? No? Not surprised, he’s a pretty unassuming guy, polite and humble as you please. Only one thing: Whereever he is at, the weather is like you would expect it to be – balmy in spring, windy in fall, hot in summer, cold in winter. Doesn’t sound so unusual, might never have been noticed, until he was in the Namib desert some Christmas Eve and it actually snowed like crazy!
I hear the Weathermen took him. Kinda sounds like these guys are about more than just forecasts …
The clouds that form in the microclimate over Maypole Bay each stretch several inches long and hang as high as ten feet above the water. Thick cloud cover from the microclimate has led to a number of wrecked vessels throughout the bay. Those hoping to recover these wrecks are advised to observe the local bird population when planning a dive as they uniformly decline to fish during electrical storms.
The clouds that form in the microclimate over Maypole Bay each stretch several inches long and hang as high as ten feet above the water. Thick cloud cover from the microclimate has led to a number of wrecked vessels throughout the bay. Those hoping to recover these wrecks are advised to observe the local bird population when planning a dive as they uniformly decline to fish during electrical storms.
And we’re done here! Oh man, there’s so much good stuff to sort through, thanks everybody!
And we’re done here! Oh man, there’s so much good stuff to sort through, thanks everybody!