Ok Jagex just hear me out 

Ok Jagex just hear me out 

Warm smells of baking food wafted up through the hole leading down into the Temple, promising warm breads and baked fruits as a treat to any that followed it. It was an off-day, the digsite workers at home with their families, leaving the site all but blessedly abandoned. Expect for the Temple and it's wonderful scents.

zarosiancovenant:

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And, as it happened, a certain demon looking woman with an entire load of fish in her pockets. 

She followed her nose through the temple, finding it lead her where she expected it - right to the girl out of her own time, Zarafinn. 

She snuck up on the girl, announcing her presence by dropping a rather large cod on the table beside her. 

"You ready to learn about 6th age cooking?" 

"I walked all the way home myself," Zarafinn rebutted, feeling a little bit proud of herself. "I don’t know. I had some drinks, told a funny story, got a large sum of 6th Age coinage, then came home.

Someone threw a watermelon at my head and knocked me down, though.”

Verdanda opened her mouth as if to say something, but decided against it, and returned to hammering the table together. 

Either her aim was better than she realized or the universe just wasn’t on her side. 

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Warm smells of baking food wafted up through the hole leading down into the Temple, promising warm breads and baked fruits as a treat to any that followed it. It was an off-day, the digsite workers at home with their families, leaving the site all but blessedly abandoned. Expect for the Temple and it's wonderful scents.

zarosiancovenant:

verdandasrsblog:

And, as it happened, a certain demon looking woman with an entire load of fish in her pockets. 

She followed her nose through the temple, finding it lead her where she expected it - right to the girl out of her own time, Zarafinn. 

She snuck up on the girl, announcing her presence by dropping a rather large cod on the table beside her. 

"You ready to learn about 6th age cooking?" 

"Umm, I don’t know." She didn’t think Verdanda would attack her, but she adopted a pose that was conducive to fleeing anyway. "It was like juice, it didn’t even smell like alcohol."

"Those are the worst kinda," Verdanda groaned, setting the hammer on the table, "They trick you, smelling and tasting good but then you stand up and suddenly you no longer have control over your legs." 


  • the world guardian: a birds nest just fell out of this tree
  • the world guardian: im going to loot it and smash it up
Warm smells of baking food wafted up through the hole leading down into the Temple, promising warm breads and baked fruits as a treat to any that followed it. It was an off-day, the digsite workers at home with their families, leaving the site all but blessedly abandoned. Expect for the Temple and it's wonderful scents.

zarosiancovenant:

verdandasrsblog:

And, as it happened, a certain demon looking woman with an entire load of fish in her pockets. 

She followed her nose through the temple, finding it lead her where she expected it - right to the girl out of her own time, Zarafinn. 

She snuck up on the girl, announcing her presence by dropping a rather large cod on the table beside her. 

"You ready to learn about 6th age cooking?" 

Zarafinn took the sheet of paper, looking it over.

Holy shit, had she written this? It was atrocious! She couldn’t even read her own writing on the note. The worst part is, aside from the actual sending part which she remember, she didn’t actually remember writing it, so she had nothing to go off of. It seemed to be an apology, though, since it did include a half-way legible ‘apologize’.

Zarafinn picked a watermelon seed from the side of her face, where it was stuck.

”..I can’t read this..”

"How much," Verdanda set the hammer on the table, "Did you have to drink, exactly?" 

Warm smells of baking food wafted up through the hole leading down into the Temple, promising warm breads and baked fruits as a treat to any that followed it. It was an off-day, the digsite workers at home with their families, leaving the site all but blessedly abandoned. Expect for the Temple and it's wonderful scents.

zarosiancovenant:

verdandasrsblog:

And, as it happened, a certain demon looking woman with an entire load of fish in her pockets. 

She followed her nose through the temple, finding it lead her where she expected it - right to the girl out of her own time, Zarafinn. 

She snuck up on the girl, announcing her presence by dropping a rather large cod on the table beside her. 

"You ready to learn about 6th age cooking?" 

Zarafinn nodded quickly. Was she mad? She didn’t seem too mad. But Zarafinn didn’t want to push her any in case the hammer went airborne.

"…Did you get my note?" She backed away a few steps.

Ah, so it had been from her. 

"I got it," Verdanda pulled it from her pocket, "But I have absolutely no idea what it’s trying to tell me. Care to translate?" Verdanda handed her the scribbled piece of paper. 

Warm smells of baking food wafted up through the hole leading down into the Temple, promising warm breads and baked fruits as a treat to any that followed it. It was an off-day, the digsite workers at home with their families, leaving the site all but blessedly abandoned. Expect for the Temple and it's wonderful scents.

zarosiancovenant:

verdandasrsblog:

And, as it happened, a certain demon looking woman with an entire load of fish in her pockets. 

She followed her nose through the temple, finding it lead her where she expected it - right to the girl out of her own time, Zarafinn. 

She snuck up on the girl, announcing her presence by dropping a rather large cod on the table beside her. 

"You ready to learn about 6th age cooking?" 

Zarafinn was a hot, and slightly hungover, mess when she ambled into the kitchen. Her long hair was unbound, a wavy mass that stuck out in all directions like a wonky storm cloud atop her head.

She froze, wearing just her long under tunic, when she saw Verdanda. 

Should she say something? Was Verdanda still angry? Should she just back away and pretend to be sleeping still?

Verdanda was furious at her, she knew, but why then was she building a table for her in the kitchen?

Verdanda looked up when the girl entered the kitchen and froze, hammer in hand, table nearly finished. Her eyes flicked from the table to Zarafinn a handful of times before she pointed at the girl with her hammer. 

"Let it be known that I keep my promises." 

Warm smells of baking food wafted up through the hole leading down into the Temple, promising warm breads and baked fruits as a treat to any that followed it. It was an off-day, the digsite workers at home with their families, leaving the site all but blessedly abandoned. Expect for the Temple and it's wonderful scents.

zarosiancovenant:

verdandasrsblog:

And, as it happened, a certain demon looking woman with an entire load of fish in her pockets. 

She followed her nose through the temple, finding it lead her where she expected it - right to the girl out of her own time, Zarafinn. 

She snuck up on the girl, announcing her presence by dropping a rather large cod on the table beside her. 

"You ready to learn about 6th age cooking?" 

It was late afternoon by the time Zarafinn jerked awake. 

"Oh..oh no! Morning worship!" She fell out of the bed, clambering to her feet. She had missed it, she had slept right through it. She had never missed morning worship before! Would Zaros be mad? Would she be punished?

She hastily fumbled her way through a bout of prayer, begging her Lord for forgiveness. She tripped over the chair, which amazingly didn’t fall apart.

Her head was pounding. She didn’t even know that Verdanda was in her house.

Verdanda, thankfully, had moved out of the chapel, and had begun building a kitchen. She wasn’t quite as mad anymore (though still a smidge irked) and was determined to finish building. 

She didn’t noticed Zarafinn had woken up, being too involved in measuring out a table the girl could actually use. 

Warm smells of baking food wafted up through the hole leading down into the Temple, promising warm breads and baked fruits as a treat to any that followed it. It was an off-day, the digsite workers at home with their families, leaving the site all but blessedly abandoned. Expect for the Temple and it's wonderful scents.

zarosiancovenant:

verdandasrsblog:

And, as it happened, a certain demon looking woman with an entire load of fish in her pockets. 

She followed her nose through the temple, finding it lead her where she expected it - right to the girl out of her own time, Zarafinn. 

She snuck up on the girl, announcing her presence by dropping a rather large cod on the table beside her. 

"You ready to learn about 6th age cooking?" 

Zarafinn was still asleep, working off the last bit of alcohol from her system. She lay sprawled out, legs and arms hanging off the edge of the bed, face down in a pillow.

Verdanda looked at her once she entered; was she still asleep? 

Her eyes traveled from the girl to the rest of the room. It was, simply put, still a mess. The single chair Zarafinn had made lay dejectedly on the floor, and the other construction materials were strewn about on the floor like the debris from an explosion. 

Verdanda stared at the mess for a moment before remembering that she never finished the statues; maybe she would do that while the girl was still asleep.