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We Are the Clan of Bones
Series: Infinity Smashed
Summary: Armor Alone works as a salvager, gathering dimensional junk all over Silver Fern, and it finds some very, very unusual (and hopefully valuable!) salvage.
Word Count: 3500
Notes: This story won the Patreon poll and was sponsored by the Patreon crew! It takes place early in Book One, when M.D., Raige, and Bobcat find themselves in Treehouse for the first time.
For whatever reason, Silver Fern seemed a dumping ground for other faraway worlds. This included not just living beings, but inanimate objects as well, few of which were completely useless. At worst, most could be stripped to base materials and repurposed, while others were useful or beautiful just as they were. A precious few gave people access to a whole new technology.
But Armor Alone didn’t care so much about the grand ideals. It was neither technician nor naturalist, certainly no philosopher. It was a scavenger, and (if you asked its opinion) the best in Silver Fern. Its job was to find, gather, carry, and sell.
This was no minor proposition. Rare was the otherworldly object so considerate as to fall through a world-hole right at Armor Alone’s feet, hitting nobody or nothing along the way. Most items fell from all sorts of heights, hitting all sorts of obstacles until they finally crashed into the ground, usually at a speed detrimental to their structural integrity. And as with altitude, so with location; the detritus fell randomly into the swamps, forests, and mountains (and presumably the waters, but Armor Alone couldn’t be induced to go there). Those were the wild places, the dangerous places. People in the wilds followed their own rules, submitting to nothing but their own urges. Many were predators, hunters, and hungry.
That was fine. So was Armor Alone.
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Series: Infinity Smashed
Summary: Armor Alone works as a salvager, gathering dimensional junk all over Silver Fern, and it finds some very, very unusual (and hopefully valuable!) salvage.
Word Count: 3500
Notes: This story won the Patreon poll and was sponsored by the Patreon crew! It takes place early in Book One, when M.D., Raige, and Bobcat find themselves in Treehouse for the first time.
For whatever reason, Silver Fern seemed a dumping ground for other faraway worlds. This included not just living beings, but inanimate objects as well, few of which were completely useless. At worst, most could be stripped to base materials and repurposed, while others were useful or beautiful just as they were. A precious few gave people access to a whole new technology.
But Armor Alone didn’t care so much about the grand ideals. It was neither technician nor naturalist, certainly no philosopher. It was a scavenger, and (if you asked its opinion) the best in Silver Fern. Its job was to find, gather, carry, and sell.
This was no minor proposition. Rare was the otherworldly object so considerate as to fall through a world-hole right at Armor Alone’s feet, hitting nobody or nothing along the way. Most items fell from all sorts of heights, hitting all sorts of obstacles until they finally crashed into the ground, usually at a speed detrimental to their structural integrity. And as with altitude, so with location; the detritus fell randomly into the swamps, forests, and mountains (and presumably the waters, but Armor Alone couldn’t be induced to go there). Those were the wild places, the dangerous places. People in the wilds followed their own rules, submitting to nothing but their own urges. Many were predators, hunters, and hungry.
That was fine. So was Armor Alone.
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