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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.
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It has the texture of a mushroom, and it sort of tastes like one, too. But it's sweeter, and there's a warmth that spreads to her limbs after eating it, sort of like a hot drink. Except the mushroom itself wasn't hot. For a few seconds, groundsense hurts just a little less. It's not as strong as the campfire, but it's still nice.
greatestgift
"...Are the stars nice too? Should I be putting up with the corpses more often to collect them?"
"If you gather 5 fallen stars, they can be combined to create an item that will increase your magic capacity."
greatestgift
...Sable snorts.
"Well, off to plan a fishing expedition, I guess. Unless you have any more wisdom for me."
"Well, off to plan a fishing expedition, I guess. Unless you have any more wisdom for me."
"If you want a merchant to move in, you will need to gather plenty of money." Pause. "Your ne-xt ssss-tehep should be to explore the corrupt chasms."
Haltingly, robotically, some mix of a puppet and a zombie, Dylan moves his hand to the table, then across it. He wiggles his fingers as he does, hand palm-down. It looks like a scurrying motion.
greatestgift
"Well, that's good to know. All right. Off I go."
She prepares for her fishing expedition. Mushrooms, for snack and/or healing purposes! One of those nets! A fishing pole!
Now to find someplace to fish.
She prepares for her fishing expedition. Mushrooms, for snack and/or healing purposes! One of those nets! A fishing pole!
Now to find someplace to fish.
There are a few bodies of water around!
One of them has a fish in it, easily visible to eyesight, let alone groundsense. It looks like a goldfish.
One of them has a fish in it, easily visible to eyesight, let alone groundsense. It looks like a goldfish.
It is caught just fine, actually! It turns into a little stylized goldfish, not even the size of Sable's palm. It doesn't flop around in her hand, or even move, but the informational extras in her head inform her that it is definitely still alive. Just - travel sized.
It goes back into the water without a problem! It turns back to an ordinary fish size, and goes right back to swimming.
Yep! It will love her forever and ever and ever. Until she eats it. Then it will likely not love her anymore, because it would be dead.