675-09-10 - More troubles
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The dark clouds became even darker, if that is possible. It is hard to say, if it is day or night! The rain keeps showevering the Kingdom of the Isles without any grains of ruth.
Usually just perfect roads became more similar to the swamps, where horses, waggons and even people sink into the mud. However, where are some really urgent matters to deal with, which can't wait for the rain to stop. For example, to swig down few mugs of ale!
One of these so busy man grumbles in the Deave's Inn to the Innkeeper, "Can you imagine?! My only one waggon! It is stuck now on the middle of the road. TWO WHEELS just broke!"
The Innkeeper nodnods worried, "Oh... at first, I thought it will be just one of tehse storm seasons,but now... Have you remmeber the times, when thunder does not leave more than a few days?" And the man shivers, hearing the rumble outside.
"Worse!" The man continues, "Do you remember that merchant...what was his name... That one, who tosses his son out of home for spending all the money in the brothal... They got into a fight here..."
"You mean Harrod Frech?" the Inkeeper raises his eyebrow curiously, "Why you ask what name he HAD?"
"His ship is gone! He wanted to go and take his order of some spices! A few boxes of these spices were tossed on the bank by the storm! They aregone, you will see..."
Such and many more rumorous about burned houses, sinked ships, floods, lost yields, rotten resources of meal, sinked animals are floating around the Isle of the Crown and other islands. People are scared by the possible consiquences of the storm. So, not caring about the rain, commoners start gathering around the castle. Some groups are whispering about the curse of the killed priestess and that Kingdom of the Isles is cursed!
