Innverse Stats

Name	Text
The Wandering Inn	[Selkie Myth, author of Beneath the Dragoneye Moons has made an amazing collab between the characters of Beware of Chicken, Salvos, Melas, The Wandering inn, and his own story to celebrate Inktober! I know all the authors and encourage you to check out their stories if you ever run out of The Wandering Inn or just want a change of pace!]
The Wandering Inn	It hung over The Wandering Inn. Or perhaps the entire region. Like a cloud had fallen, a black mass of snow that was too light to be anchored to the ground and billowed upwards, casting a pall over everything, growing with each day leading to—
Hethon Veltras	Hethon Veltras hadn’t realized what he was feeling until the last few days, when it seemed to hit him suddenly. He would wake up and feel dread.
Hethon Veltras	Hethon dreamed of numbers. He understood numbers. He could count the blades of grass and tell you how many there were in a patch, or see a flock of geese and say ‘there are forty-six of them up there’ in the blink of an eye.
Sammial Veltras	Sammial didn’t believe Hethon could do that. Ullim told Hethon he needed to learn numbers, arithmetic from troop reports instead of counting manually like some [Backwater Lordling].
Hethon Veltras	Sammial didn’t believe Hethon could do that. Ullim told Hethon he needed to learn numbers, arithmetic from troop reports instead of counting manually like some [Backwater Lordling].
Ullim	Sammial didn’t believe Hethon could do that. Ullim told Hethon he needed to learn numbers, arithmetic from troop reports instead of counting manually like some [Backwater Lordling].
Hethon Veltras	Sammial didn’t believe Hethon could do that. Ullim told Hethon he needed to learn numbers, arithmetic from troop reports instead of counting manually like some [Backwater Lordling].
[Backwater Lordling]	Sammial didn’t believe Hethon could do that. Ullim told Hethon he needed to learn numbers, arithmetic from troop reports instead of counting manually like some [Backwater Lordling].
The Wandering Inn	But the boy had been sitting in The Wandering Inn and watching Drakes march in by the thousands. Last night, he had seen five groupings of Civic Militia—the Veltras name for the local cities’ standing armies, which wasn’t very polite—making camp far to the east, away from the Drakes holding the center of the Floodplains.
Floodplains	But the boy had been sitting in The Wandering Inn and watching Drakes march in by the thousands. Last night, he had seen five groupings of Civic Militia—the Veltras name for the local cities’ standing armies, which wasn’t very polite—making camp far to the east, away from the Drakes holding the center of the Floodplains.
Hethon Veltras	Hethon Veltras thought he’d counted twenty-one thousand eight hundred and ninety-two Drakes on the Floodplains. He thought he’d seen more hiding in the High Passes; camouflaged rock-people who sometimes sneezed or shifted and revealed themselves.
Floodplains	Hethon Veltras thought he’d counted twenty-one thousand eight hundred and ninety-two Drakes on the Floodplains. He thought he’d seen more hiding in the High Passes; camouflaged rock-people who sometimes sneezed or shifted and revealed themselves.
High Passes	Hethon Veltras thought he’d counted twenty-one thousand eight hundred and ninety-two Drakes on the Floodplains. He thought he’d seen more hiding in the High Passes; camouflaged rock-people who sometimes sneezed or shifted and revealed themselves.
Tyrion Veltras	Tyrion Veltras’ own forces numbered eight thousand seven hundred and eleven, and Lady Buscrei was riding with Oswen’s Marshrangers; the full Otterrats Vanguard, as they called themselves. Eighty-eight plus the [Lady] herself.
Buscrei Veltras	Tyrion Veltras’ own forces numbered eight thousand seven hundred and eleven, and Lady Buscrei was riding with Oswen’s Marshrangers; the full Otterrats Vanguard, as they called themselves. Eighty-eight plus the [Lady] herself.
[Lady]	Tyrion Veltras’ own forces numbered eight thousand seven hundred and eleven, and Lady Buscrei was riding with Oswen’s Marshrangers; the full Otterrats Vanguard, as they called themselves. Eighty-eight plus the [Lady] herself.
Xitegen Terland	And more were coming. Lord Xitegen had brought less than four hundred troops, but a full quarter were Golems. In his mind, Hethon saw the scope of the armies; less than had been sent to kill the Goblin Lord, perhaps, but higher-quality.
Hethon Veltras	And more were coming. Lord Xitegen had brought less than four hundred troops, but a full quarter were Golems. In his mind, Hethon saw the scope of the armies; less than had been sent to kill the Goblin Lord, perhaps, but higher-quality.
Reiss	And more were coming. Lord Xitegen had brought less than four hundred troops, but a full quarter were Golems. In his mind, Hethon saw the scope of the armies; less than had been sent to kill the Goblin Lord, perhaps, but higher-quality.
Hethon Veltras	The Antinium were digging. There weren’t ‘three thousand’ Free Antinium; he had counted over five thousand digging outside, though they looked the same, so it was a harder game for him. Already, their walls of dirt had risen nineteen feet high and climbed higher. Seeing them work without rest or verbal speech had truly made Hethon feel the terror of the Black Tide.
The Wandering Inn	What would become of The Wandering Inn? Of Erin? Hethon didn’t know, but he kept falling and falling in that dream…
Erin Solstice	What would become of The Wandering Inn? Of Erin? Hethon didn’t know, but he kept falling and falling in that dream…
Hethon Veltras	What would become of The Wandering Inn? Of Erin? Hethon didn’t know, but he kept falling and falling in that dream…
Emerrhain	“Shut up, Theillige. I cannot see anything of what that one does, or the insane warrior. Least the God of Magic is trapped. He’s as like the worst to have a trick we cannae predict.”

The Wandering Inn

[Selkie Myth, author of Beneath the Dragoneye Moons has made an amazing collab between the characters of Beware of Chicken, Salvos, Melas, The Wandering inn, and his own story to celebrate Inktober! I know all the authors and encourage you to check out their stories if you ever run out of The Wandering Inn or just want a change of pace!]

The Wandering Inn

It hung over The Wandering Inn. Or perhaps the entire region. Like a cloud had fallen, a black mass of snow that was too light to be anchored to the ground and billowed upwards, casting a pall over everything, growing with each day leading to—

Hethon Veltras

Hethon Veltras hadn’t realized what he was feeling until the last few days, when it seemed to hit him suddenly. He would wake up and feel dread.

Hethon Veltras

Hethon dreamed of numbers. He understood numbers. He could count the blades of grass and tell you how many there were in a patch, or see a flock of geese and say ‘there are forty-six of them up there’ in the blink of an eye.

Sammial Veltras