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sticksandbones2023-04-06 08:03 pm
- !event,
- !tdm,
- elsword: add,
- elsword: elsword,
- final fantasy vii remake: aerith gainsbo,
- final fantasy xv: noctis lucis caelum,
- my hero academia: izuku midoriya,
- nier automata: 9s,
- original: felicity morais,
- original: hyacinth,
- original: rennuid tathviel,
- spy x family: yor forger,
- summertime rendering: shinpei ajiro
TDM 001
Whatever you remember last, something interrupts - be it a fight, a test, a walk, or death itself. All you can recall is a childlike voice (or was it voices?) asking, "Do you want to play with me?" before everything stopped. Your eyelids feel heavy, and the surrounding air is chilled. When you wake up, you and the others find yourselves standing in a makeshift plaza on a foggy morning. In the very center is a well. The water within is cold and clear as can be.
Surrounding the clearing is a ring of what looks to be the foundations of buildings never finished, save for two rather large ones and a smaller one. Only the small building has any light shining from the windows. One is labeled as an inn but has no name, and the other is an imposing, large manor with a red dog quietly scratching at the door. Given the indents on the wood, he's been at it for a very long time. Beyond the buildings is the start of a forest, though it quickly fills up with a fog so thick you can't see through it at all.
The smaller building is simply signed as a general store. A thick figure stands in the doorway, layered in brown and dark red cloaks that cover most of his body, save for brown worker's gloves and his pants. Two blue lights shine from the shadows where his face would be, and they shift as they watch you... before he turns around and takes his seat at the counter of the store. It's open, but he doesn't seem too thrilled.
There's a gap in the fog in the south east corner of it all, and you can hear the flow of water if approached. Trying to force your way through the fog lets you move forward four feet before you hit an invisible wall, while trying to go up- be it flight or climbing- sees you thwarted twenty feet above the canopy with a similar experience. Those above will see only the tree tops and a dense, heavy fog, and a cloudy, cold sun-lit sky. Through your explorations, you can find the start of a gate almost opposite across the clearing of the river, with a somehow familiar sign hanging from it:
Welcome to Aldric's Grove.
The inn is just as empty as the rest of the grove, save for the shopkeeper. Four rooms on the first floor are locked, and won't budge even under force, and their keys are missing from the clerk's counter. On the bright side, there are remaining keys, free to claim - keys to the store rooms, too. The kitchen is large, as one might expect from an inn, but the kitchenware seems a touch out of date, by anyone's standards. The pantry has enough to feed the lot of you for a time, fresh food and vegetables and dried or cured meats, alongside spices and herbs. One could bake if they were so inclined.
There's a lounge room as well, just before the stairs. All the furniture was pushed to the wall for what can be presumed to be cleaning, if the empty bucket and dry mop is anything to go by. In the center of the far wall is an empty fireplace, but there's no firewood to be found.
Upstairs are more rooms, accessible only with keys. It's not perfect, but it's at least a place to stay. There's a bed for two, a small table by the window, a dresser and closet, a very small stove and a private bathroom to each, but everything seems bare... at a glance.
The worst of it is that you know the layout. You've been here before- or... no, that can't be right. Surely you would remember a place like this. Right?
"What you take from the river, you must return." That's what the Shopkeeper says, if you stop by the store before going to the river.
The water rushing over rocks can be heard even from the distance of the grove itself, but upon approach it only seems louder. From what can be seen, the fog has only receded enough to grant access to 30 yards of the river and it's matching banks- after that, only fog and unusually thick bramble patches remain and block off passage on land or water. At it's deepest, the water is four feet deep and the current seems gentle. Fish can be seen swimming through the water, and objects glitter beneath the sand and mud.
Along the riverbanks, scales, small bones and teeth and strange coins marked with canines litter the ground. Keen eyes will note that some of the bones and teeth are that of animals, and some are that of humans. Some, however, are impossible to identify.
Stepping into the water feels relaxing. It's cold yet inviting. The fish swirl around your ankles before darting away, and just for a moment, everything seems like it will be okay.
On the other hand, when trying to cut through the brambles, there's a low rumble from the surrounding woods. Persist, and a vine coils around your ankle, dragging you into the water. That feels less relaxing, most likely.
At some point, there's an unusual sound- earth moving on it's own, old trees parting from their nesting place and rearranging themselves behind the fog. And as the din dies down, the fog parts, showing a thick tunnel of trees and leaves. It might look like something out of a fairy tale, if not for the sickening noises of the bark and wood creaking and writhing slowly. Whether you want to go or not, however, you will find yourself compelled to walk down the road eventually.
The road seems like a brief fifteen minute hike and a near three hour trek at the same time, but when you come to the end, you find yourself still in the woods, still circled by fog, but not the same as the grove. Once enough people are there, the path closes behind you. Keen eyes may spot hollowed out logs, trees with holes beneath the roots or high up above the branches, and large patches of very tall grass. Within the center is a cage with a pinecone shaped button on two opposing sides. Before you can finish taking it all in, however, a soft, cheerful whisper of a voice speaks:
"Let's play! If you win, I'll give you something special. Promise! Here, I'll explain the rules:"
1. Robbers must hide within the arena, and not get caught. Upon being found by the jailer, they have the opportunity to flee. But if they get caught, they get brought to jail.
2. Prisoners cannot free themselves, but free players can by pushing both of the buttons on the cage. This will give everyone a three minute immunity to run and hide again.
3. Players must move every five minutes, or they get caught immediately.
"The game will end if everyone gets caught or if at least one person stays free at the end of the hour."
The voice doesn't elaborate what happens if everyone gets caught- if you lose. Instead, it's jailer steps forward from the shadows, staring at everyone with a featureless face. It resembles a moose-faced centaur made of rusted metal and wood, yet what should be creaky, slow steps are light and agile. You have five minutes to hide. But when it bursts into a run, searching forcefully through grass, leaving cracks in the earth beneath its hooves as it starts to run, there's an unsettling feeling in your stomach: what happens if you get caught at all?
In order to win as a group, 10 threads featuring a successful escape- be it from the monster or from the cage- must be submitted by the end of the month. You may only submit one thread per character, but two characters can use the same thread. If you want to get caught and suffer consequences, or try to fight the monster, please use the "FIGHT OR FLIGHT" comment beneath the submission toplevel. Should the characters win the game, they will get a prize after all submissions have been accounted for!
CLICK TO EXPAND!
❖ A portion of the arena of the game- alongside the hiding spots in that area- are on fire, or destroyed by fire. Kjell forgot they were in the forest when fleeing the jailer.
❖ One of the cutting boards in the inn kitchen is cleaved in half, and the counter has deep gouges in it. Yor was cutting bread.
i.
What are these for?
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They're, uh. Teeth. For eating.
[ he cringes. let him rephrase that ]
I mean animals use them for eating! I'm not eating the teeth!
no subject
Right. But you're collecting them, [he says calmly, pointing to... the general space where they fell into the river.] Why?
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wtf is he doing... it made more sense in his head, versus when he admits it out loud ]
They... come from different types of animals. I think. I have a fr- ... a classmate who knows a lot about this stuff, so I'm taking pictures to show him as soon as I get cell service.
no subject
[It might be uncanny, how flat his voice is. It's almost robotic. Still, he's curious enough to keep the conversation up.]
What's "cell service"?
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Cell service... Telephone service? Uh. [ this guy looks like a "BE NOT AFRAID OR I SHALL SMITE YOU" angel demon being, videogames suggest he wouldn't know about modern day cellphones. ]
Telecommunication network that allows communication between a transmitter and receiver, those being the phone boths he and I carry.
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I don't really get it, but that's okay. You talk like a friend of mine. He... [Elsword momentarily scrunches his brow,] ...he'd understand what you said, I think.
Do you want help collecting them? So you can show your friend? [Friendship is very important to the boy with none memories and none emotions, okay, Elsword hears the word "friend" and treats this as a DIRE CIRCUMSTANCE.]
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...Sure
[ He's not a person good at saying no, so he nods his head and steps over to the side, as if unnecessarily making space in this wide river. ]
I was looking for intact specimens, mostly. They're ordered by size across the rows, and by shape down the columns. I haven't been able to piece together a full skull yet, but I think that would be interesting.
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In. You know. Full high heels sorry that he's like this, welcome to this dumb canon, we don't know why he's wearing these either.]
What animal are they from? Do you know? [immediately digging in the mud here heyo]
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I'm not sure. My f- [ ... ] fffffriend... [ god it physically pains him to say it ] ...he would know. That's why I'm hoping to reach him. He'd be able to tell what animals they're from, and from that, what part of the world we're at.
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Why does Akki stutter on the word "friend", he wonders? Are your friends not the most important thing in your life?? How can you struggle to say the best word in any language???]
That's a smart idea. [Akki is very smart!] I hope you can reach him.
[So far, all Elsword is finding is a bunch of stones in the riverbed, which he carefully extracts and sets up on the bank so not to get confused later.]
Do you think he's here at all? I can look out for him.
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No, if he were here, the forest would be up in flames.
[ The guy loves the forest, the wildlife, things like that, but if something stood in the way of him and where he needs to be? arson time. ]
...I wish he weren't though. He's the most stubborn person I know- he'd definitely find a way out or die trying. [ He'd die. multiple times. that's a given. ]
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[Just casually mentions flying like yeah hi he can do that, his wings are not currently out but just believe him ok? Ok.]
The forest wants to keep us here. It was... [he scrunches his brow,] speaking to me earlier. Did you hear it too?
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Uh. I'm... not sure. What did it say to you?
[ It's a coin toss between the guy meaning "the trees whispering in the breeze" when the leaves rustle, and that voice he'd heard right before he'd come here— but that was clearly(?) a person's voice, and trees don't speak. ]
no subject
[Elsword continues digging around, pulling out something small and sharp from the riverbed — a canine tooth, it looks like, sharp and barely worn away by the flowing water. He sets it on the bank with Akki's current collection.]
It also told me it would keep me here. I need to go home, though. This is annoying...
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I don't think the forest said that. I heard that voice too, and that question. It was obviously a person.
[ forests don't talk, silly goose ]
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[checkmate nerd]
Or maybe it's a spirit that lives in the forest...
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But Akki lets it slide, because what does it really matter ]
Did it say what game we're playing? If it's something handheld, I'm sure I can win.
[ If it's deadly hide and seek though, RIP to him ]
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No, I don't think it said so. I know what the game is, though, because I won it. It's a game involving running away from a giant monster.
I killed the monster temporarily. It reformed. And now the forest is upset with me for it.
[So. Game that Akki won't win, sounds like.]
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[ Yeah he won't win, not by himself. Not even with a group. BUT unlike Elsword, he doesn't go making enemies with evil forests they literally are surrounded by and cannot escape from ]
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[You know, with a big sword and lots of magic.]
If the monster didn't want to be hurt, it shouldn't have hurt others. [you tell 'em elsword]