Doran Souls III
19th Ashan, 718
“Are you sure you aren’t obsessed?” Finn peered over the game board Zipper had made. It was an early prototype still, essentially a flat board with lines and squares painted on. Naturally, the remaining Doran figures played a vital role in her latest business venture: Doran Souls, a family friendly board game. In this game, each player was granted ten Dorans to attempt the treacherous journey to Oscillus, hindered along the way by Xiur’s many minions. Hope was a fickle thing and so the fate of each player’s Doran rested largely in the hand of what Zipper deemed to be one of the greatest evils ever invented by mankind: dice rolls.
She never trusted chance. She never trusted a whole lot of things, of course, but the very idea of chance was one thing she seemed to take even more personal offense to.
They sat on opposite ends of a rickety table in Zipper’s garden, though calling it a garden would be an insult to trash heaps. Still, the air was fresh outside and the morning sun smiled down on them while a chorus of morningbirds lended their voices to the sky. Finn didn’t quite remember how she’d managed to persuade him to play, but he thought the stack of cookies and fresh juice on his side of the table might have something to do with it.
“Your turn,” he muttered after he’d advanced his first Doran five squares.
“Oh, oh, I see how it is.” Okay what did he do to peeve her off this time? “You’re that type of player. I see.” She shook her head. Shook it in a way that made it seem like he had betrayed her and sold her off to Tagley. “My own brother.”
“My own sister,” he answered with a wry smile. “A shrewd game master. Who’d have thought…” His eyes danced across the board a few times before a screwed up frown marred his forehead. “Alright,” he sighed as he rested his chin in the cup of his hands, “what’s my mistake?”
“Not a mistake; a state of being forged by a culture of rampant illiteracy.” she said. “I haven’t done my opening narration yet all you see is a game, a game, a game. This is cunt’s etiquette.”
Reviewer note
As always this thread was written in collaborative fashion. There's no godmodding here. Both authors have given each other permission to write each other's characters.