EVENT & TDM 022

[sticksandbonesmods]

THE SERPENT UNDERNEATH

WAKE UP

Being out in the woods is, for some people, an ordinary day. You may or may not be one of those people — you almost certainly don’t remember going camping, do you? — and yet you emerge from a tent and think to yourself, hm, that’s quite odd! Where is the nearest civilization anyhow? If you’re brave enough, perhaps you set out to seek it, walking toward where you think you hear noise in the far distance. It sounds a bit like cheering. A party? A bonfire? You can’t be certain, not at first.

As you step onto the worn trail, something nearly clocks you right in the head. A nimble dodge to the left and a quick glance at the ground tells you that it’s some kind of tree branch made of… flesh? It’s certainly flesh-textured, though the colour is a deep blue that glows white. It seems to be rapidly rotting into the ground, and as you look up… a giant, several hundred foot tree of a similar eldritch makeup is falling apart before your eyes. Your walk back to civilization will be full of dodging probably-dead flesh tree bits.

Should you make it in one piece, the source of the noise becomes obvious: the people making up this small town are cheering and yelling about something else of eldritch makeup. It seems that some of the creatures who have lived in this civilization’s river for the last year, the Seaborn, have decided to evolve to be capable of flight. Some residents of this town seem extremely enthusiastic with this. Some are wary. Some simply don’t care.

You? Well, that’s for you to decide.

Welcome to the eldritch horror fae woods, dear friend. Enjoy your stay.

A SNAKE IN THE GRASS

While the black fog returns, some paths are left clear, or at least not as impacted as other areas of the woods. Mist fades in and out, and even if you aren’t one for nature, surely exploration can sing its siren song when the size of the town is too small and all the faces look the same. Paths line themselves with daffodils and chamomile flowers, with arctic poppies and clearings of wildflowers- foxglove and lavender especially prominent. They’re lovely, all of them, and bloom far more rapidly than anything else should be this early into spring, this late into winter, but they do.

But something creeps beneath the flowers, and something large digs through the earth, leaving upturned grooves in the dirt and grass, trails of flattened mud and roots with only bushes of camelia on the outskirts left behind. It’s quiet in the forest, not even birds singing. It makes the hiss of tongues all the more noticeable.

If you’re lucky, you might see a purple and grey stone shift in the distance, gone just as quickly as it was there. If you aren’t, you don’t see its much smaller, flower-patterned counterpart strike from the shadows. Snakes are working their way into the Grove, hiding in bushes and under steps, anywhere they can lurk and strike the unsuspecting, and their bite is venomous.

One bite brings excruciating pain, bone-deep cold, an increased frailty of the body and hallucinations. A second bite brings a deep, nightmare-filled sleep. A third bite brings death. All of them scar with a black sun over the bites, a mark of divine wrath — the Fallen Sun sends his regards, and his hate.

Those who perish to the snake bite will awaken in their bed in a few days, feeling nauseous and weakened, but…

'NEATH SERPENT'S GAZE

… This simply isn’t tenable. Between the paranoia and the snake’s stealth, it’s hard to feel safe outside of your home, and maybe inside, despite the fact that once again your homes offer refuge from the forest’s attacks—they hadn’t once upon a red, hot summer, after all. How did they face this last time? It was a flower, wasn’t it? And the new flowers in the forest seem special, if only because of their strong growth compared to the rest of the forest.

But if you go into the woods, two large stone snakes wait, ready to protect the natural gardens. Breaking them does little but slow them down for a time, and their bite is both larger and their venom stronger—the true version, the one that crippled a household in seconds. The severity of the symptoms are worse, murderously so, but survivable if it’s not the third bite.

They block the way, ambush would-be travelers, coil around the flower patches, and will not be stopped. Does this confirm that the flowers could help? Or are they simply protective of their master’s property? Is it play?

Regardless, they wait and watch.

CITIES & BONES

When all the violence of the month ends, and thank goodness for that, you decide to head to bed. For once, you might sleep well — there are no threats of snakes making you wonder if you or your friends might die tomorrow, and the Grove as a whole feels much safer. It’s as if someone or something is guarding over it — different from the Guardian Deities and the Goddesses as a whole.

For the next several days after the snakes disappear, your dreams are strange, as if you’re receiving a vision from another world. A modern city, so different from Aldric’s Grove that you’re not entirely convinced it lies in this dimension, blinks in neon lights behind your eyelids. Between the cacophonous sounds of motorized vehicles rushing by, the din of people talking in a language you don’t understand, and the distant electrical humming from the street lights, perceptive dreamers might hear something else:

The soft clacking of dry bones.

Spark Notes

summary

Wake up: You were apparently camping. You don't recall this. As you head out toward the sound of civilization, bits of giant blue flesh-tree nearly hit you in the head. You'll have to dodge the remaining flesh tree bits as it crumbles while you walk back to town.

A Snake In The Grass: Flowers spring up far too early in the season, and the fog wall returns. Purple and grey-coloured stone snakes begin to attack from the bushes and flowers where they're hidden. One bite brings cold and frailty, a second bite brings nightmares, and a third bite brings death. All bites scar with a mark of the Black Sun.

'Neath Serpent's Gaze: You've heard of a flower that can cure the poison, but to get there, you have to face two far larger stone snakes who are guarding over nature here. Whether they want to play or simply kill isn't clear. You're in danger of death either way.

Cities & Bones: While you sleep after the snakes disappear, you'll have strange dreams that feel like visions and feel watched by something safe and kindly. While your dreams are absorbed in that of a cityscape that feels almost too real, you can sometimes hear the clattering of bones.

out of character

Welcome to March's TDM and Event! Spring is springing and we've got a lot of really cool events coming up in the next few months. The magic system should debut this month as well, which we're very excited about. It is a slow process but the rewards should be well worth it.

updates

Any potential updates, such as characters damaging something important or whatever else, will be put here.

submissions

❖ Questions
❖ March Plotting
❖ Past Life Plotting (Closed to Game Members)
❖ Investigations

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Comments

[lilyberation]

...

Both of you, sit down.

( said in the tone of a very disappointed mom who's about to get shit done. )

And put those away, honestly.

[lupusxylem]

[...]

With all due respect, Miss Lily, this punk needs to be taught a lesson.

[No-]

[psychokinesia]

Call me a punk one more time, I fucking dare you!

[pain or no pain he WILL be the first to punch Wolfwood in the mouth outta the way bitch]

[lilyberation]

You're both injured. And going outside to fight will only leave you vulnerable to attack, and then what will happen?

( she is going to gently pull add back. ... the fact that she's able to despite being a frail mage is probably only because of the blessing, but still- )

[lupusxylem]

Tch. I'll be fine. This guy, on the other hand...

[Add has to play dirty to win. Wolfwood gives him a week to survive.]

[psychokinesia]

[He's scowling, looking between the both of them... oh, so now this guy's trying to call him weak after Add beat the shit out of him?? It's enough for him to overcome the pain through sheer stubborn will. Like hell he's gonna stick around for this lady now.]

Whatever, insects like you aren't worth my time. If you want to die so badly, go ahead and squirm for me. I'll put you in the ground where you belong.

[Round two, pushing past them both so he can leave... and stepping a little lighter this time. It's not limping shut up he's fine.]

[lilyberation]

Ah-

( hey now! )

Sir, you are limping. Would you please let me help you?

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood watches Add as he tries to storm out, but...for what it's worth, Wolfwood doesn't try to stop him from leaving, or go after him to kick his ass. He wants to, believe him, but he's still hurting from being shocked, and if he does anything now it'll stir up shit inside the clinic which...yeah, he doesn't want to do that, at least.

He is going to be monumentally pissed for the next while about the fact Add just beat up on him and then waltzed off scott free, though. Incredible interaction you both are fucking losers.]

Piss off.

[He's going to find something to sit on for a minute. Christ.]

[psychokinesia]

[Sorry Lily, but he's in a real sour mood now and he's not about to show weakness in front of that guy. He ducks through, drones trailing behind him.]

It's nothing. Go treat that moron who took a plasma blast head on, I'm sure he'll be feeling it for the rest of the day, kukuku.

[he is OUTTA here]

[lilyberation]

...

( lily gives. the MOST dramatic mom sigh. )

Where are you hurt, Wolfwood?

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood shakes his head.]

The guy electrocuted me. Ain't nothin' to really do 'bout that other than wait it out. I'm fine.

[lilyberation]

...

( she holds out her hand. it start to glow softly.

magic, bitch. )

[lupusxylem]

[Hhhhhhhhhh.]

Healing magic, I assume?