Tuesday, July 28, 2015

100 Words a Day 667

The material of the ship’s construction was alien to Tanis. It was neither wood, metal, stone, nor one of the magical materials he had encountered. It rested in one of the high docks of the port while its cargo was lowered through the bottom by an unseen crane.

He asked a passerby what race of beings owned the craft. The woman shook her head, saying that no one had ever seen the crew or the merchants of the strange ships. They communicated with the city’s traders via buzzing homunculi bearing messages in a strange, spidery version of the common script.

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