﴾Tis was a dark and stormy night in GriffTown. The inhabitants of the town had all left their homes to seek refuge in the (much more sturdy) town hall, many of their homes already having collapsed. Thunder CRACKS outside and they pack together tightly and away from the windows, the heavy onslaught of rain slams on the tin roof that rests on the walls of the town hall, in a sort of twisted percussion. The new residents cower in fear,while the elders are calm and still... ﴿ ﴾ While the storm rages, and the thunder's menacing strikes make landfall /far/ too close for comfort, the elders of GriffTown remain calm, the harsh and unrelenting rain continues to pound on the roof, and the wooden walls creak as the town wall sways in the strong howling winds, and outside the window the clouds offer no warmth or light to pass though their dark grasps, nor do they offer any sign that the rain will cease. the cries of a Griffpatcher provides more sorrow to the sorry survivors﴿ ﴾The cries of the young Griffpatcher cause the courage of others to wave one of the elders calmly stands and approaches the fearful Griffpatcher "Steel yourself youngling." the elder softly commands, "This rain,nor this flood can break the Grifftopian spirit." the elder says, building up a bit more courage as they continue to speak, they jab their finger at the young Griffpatcher "/You/ are a Griffpatcher are you not? so act like one." they conclude, and they go back to where they were sitting,﴿ ﴾With a surprisingly comedical (given the circumstances ) "Plop"ing sound the Elder sits down back onto the hardwood floor, "Nice speech" one of the other Elders lightly tease, "aw shadap" the first Elder retorts, giving the second one a lighthearted jab in the side, drawing out some laughter and smiles from the other Elders and a few Griffpatchers,"Hey @Chara_Plays_Scratch1, how many storms have you endured?" one of the younger Griffpatchers asks, "No! don't get him started!" an Elder jokes,﴿ ﴾More laughter more smiles, but before another word can be uttered,a CRACK sounds from outside as a cruel orange light enters the dimly lit cabin that is the Grifftown Town hall,one of the young Griffpatchers run to the window, "NO! ME HOME" they exclaim, "Tis gettin' reduced to smoldering char it is....all of me life savings were in there" they slide down the wooden walls and slump onto the creaking wooden floor,a few Griffpatchers go to comfort the sorrowful Griffpatcher as the gloom returns﴿ ﴾The waves of dread and water continue throughout the night. Some Griffpatchers huddle up for warmth,while others out of instinct of fear, even 's often lively attitude is silenced by the raging flood and unrelenting storm,an eerie silence stretches on throughout the long grueling night and at daybreak the storm is over.The doors open as the restless and tired Griffpatchers stumble out of the GriffTown town hall, taking in the full extent of the devastation caused to their homes.﴿ ﴾The young Griffpatcher who's home turned into a heap of char and rubble looks around, his face emotionally blank from stress, strain, and shock, "...Me home, tis just gone…reduced to scrap, n’ smoldering char," they stumble forward, their foot getting caught in the mud, "I got nothin' left I do, GriffTown is not me ome anymore." they begin to trod forward, others join, others don't, around a third of the Griffpatchers who once called Grifftown a home begin their march, through the mud and ash.﴿ ﴾The Caravan - The sad gloomy march continues out past the broken and toppled wooden barricades that formed the GriffTown walls, a few Griffpatchers pause before continuing, to take in all the rubble that used to form their homes, "Thank ye, for not makin me ake this journey alone me friends",the Young Griffpatcher who leads the march says, as mellow ayes' and slight comments answer him. They continue the march in silence, reflecting on their memories,until their thudding feet thunder in unison﴿ ﴾The Kingdom of Grifftopia (TKOF) - The hussle and bussle of the Grifftopian market is much more chaotic than normal. A triangular memorial stands tall in the middle of the town square, the names of lost Griffpatchers are engraved into the pillar. Crowds of Grifftopians move about, either on their way to breakfast, or making their way to a workplace of some kind or another. At a food stand a line begins to form, one of the people in the line begins to draw some attention, and curious glances…﴿
100% by me :> its actually surprisingly fun to make :0 ﴾﴿ if any of ye wanna be in Grifftale answer these questions: would you be an elder,griffpatcher, or youngling griffpatcher? what's your Griffpatcher OC, how do they act, and how do they look?
