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[Event Fiction] A Familiar Sting

Discussion in 'UO Chesapeake' started by EM Dudley, Nov 17, 2011.

  1. EM Dudley

    EM Dudley Seasoned Veteran
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    Feb 23, 2010
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    The sun was sitting low in the sky and Angela knew before long it would slouch behind the mountains. This was her favorite time of the day. Trammel and Felucca were barely visible in the pre-evening sky. The setting Sun blanketed the sky in a rich variety of red and orange light. A gentle breeze crept along the valley. Angela watched the colorful autumn leaves dance with each gust. She smiled a bit at the serenity of the day. Her enjoyment was harshly interrupted by the familiar sting on the back of her neck. She swatted quickly and adjusted her netted hat. She looked back at the field and just as soon as it had begun her momentary daydream was gone. The sounds of buzzing bees roared in her ears like the stampede of a thousand steeds. She'd been working at the Britain Bee for some time now, sure it had been a decent wage to start, but recently the constant flow of coin had slowed to a mere drip. It wasn't just her. Her cousin at the Butcher's had reported less than admirable wages. Her longtime neighbor had lost his apprenticeship at the Smith's. Tales of Britannians down on their luck was becoming all to common in the day to day musings Angela overheard.

    Angela's thoughts were quickly shattered by the unwelcome tirades of her overseer. With a scowl she spun back towards the farm and begrudgingly got back to work...
  2. More signs of bad economic news. As if my reports from the auction weren't enough. I hope it does not spread to us poor beleaguered journalists.