There is a forest that likes to pretend that it's ordinary. It isn't, it's quite bizarre. Every night, in fact, zombies and other horrible monsters swarm this place, looking for people to kill. Not that they've found anyone, the forest itself is quite empty of residents. But they search anyway, during the night, shambling and groaning and occasionally leaving body parts lying around. Those disappear pretty quickly, but it still happens. Then the day comes, and they depart to who knows where, swearing (if mindless monsters could think, or in fact swear to anything in particular) that they'l be back the next night. Repeat ad nauseum.
It's currently in the day portion of this cycle of directionless attempts at violence. Maybe this day will be different from all of the others.
But then, probably not, it's a very boring island without anyone here.
It's currently in the day portion of this cycle of directionless attempts at violence. Maybe this day will be different from all of the others.
But then, probably not, it's a very boring island without anyone here.
greatestgift
"UGH."
She puts the star back into her pack and stomps out. Maybe today she'll explore the surface instead of hunting for ore.
She puts the star back into her pack and stomps out. Maybe today she'll explore the surface instead of hunting for ore.
greatestgift
So far daytime has been mostly safe. She keeps her groundsense open, but only to a range of about thirty feet.
greatestgift
They're probably useful for something. She collects cactus squares on her way through the desert.
The cactus squares have no comment on being collected. If they did, it would likely be, "Oh god, the destroyer of cacti is coming, run for your lives fellow Cactaceae, if you can in fact run along with commenting on various subjects! She's coming because we are probably useful for something!"
At some point, she gets a pink and slightly prickly pear along with the ordinary cactus.
At some point, she gets a pink and slightly prickly pear along with the ordinary cactus.
greatestgift
...That is not even a recognizable type of landscape. She expands her groundsense to full range, wincing, and focuses on the purple place.
It feels evil.
More than evil, actually, it feels sick. Like the earth itself is diseased and corrupted and wrong. But the wrongness is alive, and it could very definitely spread if given half a chance. Fortunately, it has exactly zero of a chance, because it can't seem to get through solid stone, only grass. The landscape is not entirely grass, and thus the sickness can't spread. It's - contained. Dubiously, dubiously contained.
Also the sickness very strongly hates her and wants her to die. How nice.
More than evil, actually, it feels sick. Like the earth itself is diseased and corrupted and wrong. But the wrongness is alive, and it could very definitely spread if given half a chance. Fortunately, it has exactly zero of a chance, because it can't seem to get through solid stone, only grass. The landscape is not entirely grass, and thus the sickness can't spread. It's - contained. Dubiously, dubiously contained.
Also the sickness very strongly hates her and wants her to die. How nice.
greatestgift
Ow.
Her groundsense snaps shut instinctively, and she clings to a tree to avoid falling over, muttering curses under her breath. Blighted crazy cube world with its blighted crazy purple death dirt. Ugh ugh ugh.
Her groundsense snaps shut instinctively, and she clings to a tree to avoid falling over, muttering curses under her breath. Blighted crazy cube world with its blighted crazy purple death dirt. Ugh ugh ugh.
greatestgift
Sable hugs the tree. What a good tree. How delightfully not-evil it is. Touching living things still hurts, but not nearly as much as the evil purple death dirt. It's soothing in comparison.
greatestgift
"Ugh ugh ugh..."
Okay. She lets go of the tree. She looks at the purple place, just looks, to get a sense of it visually so she can recognize it in future, and then she heads straight back home to curl up in bed next to her campfire for an hour.
After that, she's feeling well enough to go ask Dylan, "What's the horrible evil purple place?"
Okay. She lets go of the tree. She looks at the purple place, just looks, to get a sense of it visually so she can recognize it in future, and then she heads straight back home to curl up in bed next to her campfire for an hour.
After that, she's feeling well enough to go ask Dylan, "What's the horrible evil purple place?"
greatestgift
"I don't want to summon a powerful monster! Why would I want to summon a powerful monster?!"