Dorge R. R. Kas

Gerret

Gerret walked into the town guiding his burrow laden with gifts for the small child. He looked into the morning sky and grimaced, knowing what this day would bring, always having known. The birds whistled prettily and charged from tree to tree, an endless circular quest. Gerret's grey eyes swept the town, bustiling with activity for the event, the townspeople dressed in their grey garb, finally a day that would lift them from their grey days. Gerret walked on, his boots scuffling through the ash that was also grey.

Once he was in the merchant section he started to take notice of all the houses that were attending. He squinted at the different sheilds adorning the welcome gate, signifying who has come before him: a raven against a black squid for House Devon; a rat against a candle for House Lorrus; a dragon against purple for House Keturn; a giraffe against a yellow turtle for House Neespa; a bat with three horns for House Johnson; a lotus against three headless cats for House Setter; a trident with a lame frog-headed lion for House Hudron; a helm with two hyenas living inside for House Morrlan; a sloth looking for its keys for House Bedderfont; a heron signing divorce papers for House Waltshon. Gerret signed and shook his head when he came to the last: a tiger making a living playing the fiddle...that meant the Ordnoys were here as well.

There was nothing to be done for it. Gerret led his burrow deeper into town, the people making way for him as he went, the animal occasionally leaving shit marking their path.

Finally he came to the Great Hall, leaving the burrow tethered outside he stepped into the dark and hot enclosure. There was nought but a fire illuminating the interior from the far end, and it took Gerret's eyes a long time to adjust from the bright daylight. But when he did, he saw gathered around the table: One-Eyed Peter of Petillia, Rogan of Ragency, Redsire from Reffort, Willjam from Willingas, Veroot from the Vinelands, Barbara the Barbarian from the Barristons, Whistle Knick from Whitesalle, Neth from Nenver, the brothers Abron and Agnesus from Ajorn, Ket and Kord the two-headed brute from Kornish, three-arm Sal from Sussleberry, Laughing Jhack from Jhail, Lord Thornebelle from Segmented, Jumping Derrund from Daster, Tiny Loper from Larid, GeGanin from GeManace, Counting Sevens Mordimont from Mrot Valley, Callin the Thumper from Courtworse, Good Freddy from the Free Cities, the bastard Nord Shallowgrave, Hovanna Hortwright from the Hornwood Forest, Lucky Mick from Jarge, the Angels Three from Hellsgate, Tort Digger from Diventort, Hook Finger Bill from Big Creek, Sassy Friend from Trench, Bacon Lettuce from Tomato, Grand Kyake from Kullensbort, Yemer Two Tails from Fort Neddistrun, Kourtney Kourtney from Kourtney, Willowsworth Fuckface from Happy Acres, Basinger the Low from Anthill Martha, Zefjohn from Zevil's Mountain, Swashjorge from the Four Seas...and others.

Gerret screamed once he realized the ruse, he'd been led into a Red Birthday Party. He would be the gift that somehow might satiate the blood lust of the child. The lights went dim....and outside he could hear the howling of the wolves, and feel the coming winter, and could barely make out the red comet and knew that these things wouldn't matter now. In fact, wouldn't matter for anyone throughout the course of the story...so why even bring them up?

Bangill

It was a grey, grey day for Bangill, who lived on a differnt planet from Gerret, and who won't really matter much...
Bangill closed his grey eyes and slung the grey swordbelt around his grey armor.....