luck-books

“I saw them climb the church spire yesterday — all the way to the weather vane. Thought they were seeking divine enlightenment. Turns out they were just… lost. Trying to find the tavern, from the roof.” — Edgar, Senior Guard “You wouldn’t believe it. They dumped a silver chalice, three rotten apples, a wedding dress, and a pile of goblin teeth onto my stall. All to buy one loaf of bread. I… I didn’t know whether to feel honoured or terrified!” — Marna, Village Baker “Every time I see them, they’re wearing different armour pieces. Helmet from the North, boots from the South, a tunic that looks like it came from a travelling circus. No taste whatsoever — it’s like they’re dressing for attention.” — Niel, Owner of Warmcrate Farm “For thirty-nine days straight, they slaughtered nothing but the creek slimes. Didn’t even take the slime jelly. Just… killed. A whole generation of slimes wiped out for reasons we cannot comprehend.” — Sister Vitta, Village Priestess “Not once have I seen them eat breakfast, lunch, or supper. But by the gods, mid-battle? They’ll tear into a roast chicken right there in front of a charging ogre!” — Ju’on, Copper Rank Adventurer “There they stood. In front of the blacksmith’s anvil. For six hours. I thought it was a meditation. Some sacred rite. Turns out, no — they were just… waiting for the sun to set and for me to leave...” — Durnan, Apprentice Blacksmith ————— •Not a serious story at all. •More of an experiment than something I’m heavily invested in. •Book cover temporary (or not, it might grow on me). •Plot? Might have one if you squint really hard.