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Hello Splinterlands Summoners! Today, let me share a short story about Splinterlands characters and and at the same time explore some of their lore.
Three Soldiers in Tavern
The tavern was bright, lit by lanterns that cast shadows over the wooden tables. Three soldiers sat together in heavy armor, their faces lined by years of battles and sleepless nights, yet softened by the brief moment of peace. Their glasses of yellow beer clinked together, the sound co-mingling with the murmurs of the tavern.
"Have you heard about Grandmaster Rathe? He has a dark and grim backstory" said Logen, the youngest of the three. He drank from his glass, wiping foam from his beard. His armor is new but already dulled by battle. "I heard he punished some priest by shrinking him and trapping him in the necklace he wears."
"Nonesense!" said Lofar in his gravelly voice. "Those are just rumors. Another version I heard, it was the soul of his daughter, Mina who is trapped in that jewel of his. He sacrificed her in exchange for immortality."
"I heard such tales." Lorka whispered, his eyes half closed. "They said it grants him immortality and if it gets broken, he will die. I don't believe any of it. If you ask me, he made the story himself. He just likes his blings and made excuses so that he can wear it."
"He is a powerful summoner though and protects his troops especially against magic. His exploits are truly legendary."
"He is legendary." added Logen. "How about General Sloan? She commands the archer units. I heard she was a healer once."
"I hadn't seen her heal anybody. She's purely focused on destruction and she always looks angry." Lorka said in his usual calm, whispering voice. "If you want a good healer, look for that cute Merdaali Guardian.
"I'd be angry too if I look like a hippo." Lofar said in a loud voice.
"Keep you voice down! She is a narcissist and unalived a soldier who called her a hippo. She just look a little like a hippo."
"A little? Look again, her fangs are longer than my fingers."
"Stop talking about General Sloan already or we might get punished."
The friends quickly kept quiet as they were attracting attention from other patrons in the bar. Not wanting to get punished, Lorka quickly changed topic.
"Logen, aren't you on the same unit with Uriel the Purifier?" Lorka asked.
"Yes, why?"
"He molted near our camp again and we had to go clean and pick up his feathers."
"Quit complaining, Lorka!" Logen shot back. "You're just jealous of his good looks. Weren't you the one who made a pillow out of Adelaide's feathers?
"But hers smell nice! She's beautiful too." Lorka said with dreamy eyes.
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"Lorka, you perv!"
The three soldiers laughed and toasted again wondering when the next battle will begin. They fell into silence enjoying the temporary peace with the taste of beer and tales about Splinterlands characters.
Thank you for reading!
Credits
This short story was previously posted in peakd.
Images, unless specified were taken from the Splinterlands game.