EVENT & TDM 029

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WAKE UP

A house springs up in Aldric’s Grove one day. That comes with the usual tidings of autumn — the leaves change colour, the air gets colder, pumpkins and squash start growing out of the sides of buildings and damaging rooftops, and people emerge out of caskets in square graves that have yet to be covered.

…

Yeah, all of that is normal. You may find that people here before you are willing to help pull you out of your grave, if you ask nicely enough. Maybe they’ll even tell you that you aren’t dead! Yet.

But don’t worry about that. Let’s worry about the house, which is inhabited by the dead — specifically a family of skeletons, who wave everyone, new arrival and old citizen, within their walls. A cloth sign hanging on the awning outside reads “BONE-JANGLES HAUZ! COM IN GET FUD”. The Bone-Jangles are a family of eight — Mr. Bone-Jangles himself wearing a sheet ghost costume for Halloween, Ms. Bone-Jangles wearing a pumpkin hat and an apron as she sets food from your homeworld on the table, and their six skeleton children (“children” may be generous, as these are full-sized adult skeletons, but is your baby not your baby no matter how old they may be?) are wearing various animal costumes. Bees, wolves, cats, the sort.

If you just crawled out of a grave, they permit you to use their shower before dinner. The water pressure is a touch too low, and the soap is several hundred years old, but it’ll get the dirt off.

You return to dinner with the skeleton family and several other Grove residents who came for the party, and despite the oddness of the situation, it’s a lovely time. At the end of the night, before everyone plans to head off to Roseroot — a city to the north, just over the mountains, which you are hopefully informed of by your peers before they all ditch you here to go on vacation — Mr. Bone-Jangles hands you a bag of microwave popcorn and an oversized chocolate bar. Trick-or-Treat!

A note attached to the inside of the chocolate bar wrapper reads in Ms. Bone-Jangles’ curly handwriting: “Be cautious on your journey tomorrow morning.”

You go to sleep holding the well-wishes close to your chest.

…WAKE UP?

What do you last remember?

You were somewhere. Not here. Not within this city. Were you at home? With your friends? At the bar, the cafe, one of the churches, the General Store? The Bone-Jangles’ house? …How did you get here?

…that’s right. The truck. A truck had barrelled through the woods a week ago, with two people stumbling out of it and telling you they could get you out of here. The truck was small, though — at most, it could fit six of you, and that was assuming all six of you packed light for the journey. You talked with who you were journeying alongside as you rode in the bed of the truck, while two others in the vehicle proper got to talk to the drivers. The ride had been bumpy, the car travelling at a medium clip through rough terrain. At one point, the car’s driver had shouted that those of you in the back should “hold on tight” and floored it, nearly jiggling someone next to you out of the back seat as you approached the mountains.

You did not remember the mountains being so close to the Grove. Weren’t they much farther away? You remember the—

The…

…

You’re in Roseroot! The truck comes and goes throughout the day, dropping people off before it turns around and heads out again. Some of your peers who were particularly fast or could fly might have opted to simply follow alongside the truck. Maybe if you can find one of them, they can help you bring your stuff further into the city? Where are you going to live from here, speaking of? In a house? A mansion? A hole-in-the-wall restaurant? You feel like you’re missing something as you wander the beautifully-paved streets on foot. You remembered to pack your toothbrush, right? A change of clothes?

The thought of “someone” comes to your mind, but the silhouette is blurry. A person nearby you asks if you remember two gargoyles with purple skin, and a shadowy woman with her turtle, and a kindly shopkeeper with salt-and-pepper hair, that they think they might’ve left behind in the Grove. You shake your head.

You would remember people like that.

THE CITY OF ROSES

Roseroot is a beautiful city, truly. Every building is beautifully designed, roses of all colors and sizes growing from the ground floor to window boxes to special trellises and even on the rooftops. It's almost overwhelming. A river flows through it, framed with stone sidewalks and curved wooden bridges. Warm streetlights line every few yards, illuminating it even in the dark. Museums and theaters can be found all over, and there's even an aquarium! … It's only got water and plants, but it's there. Truly, this is what one might expect from an affluent city dedicated to flowers and scholarly pursuits!

… It's just… empty. Not a single soul aside from the lot of you can be found. Businesses still provide services, but by who, and how? The answer eludes even the most curious of folk. If you choose to steal, dine and dash, break in to something, well. You can, and nothing is going to stop you. But the emptiness of it all is jarring, isn't it?

Of course it's not. This is how it's supposed to be!

As the days pass, however, the beauty begins to fade. Flowers wilt. A strange substance seems to grow out of cracks, creep up windows, grow. The beautiful sky gets darker, cloudier, drearier. A fog creeps in. And when you sleep- and you will sleep- you dream. Maybe it's the sweetest dream of your life, and maybe its a nightmare. Maybe it's something incredibly silly! What a pity that the dream doesn't stay in your head. Or stay as pleasant as your dream might have been.

Soon the fog is so thick, you can barely see the next streetlight. And you are no longer alone. But the trucks are gone, and the city borders seem to have vanished.

A PLACE YOU CANNOT LEAVE

The fog does not fade. But sometimes, you can hear something- just out of sight. The giggles of childish, cruel whispering. The sound of glass breaking, footsteps dragging across the pavement. Twisted beings born of your worst traumas shamble through the fog, lashing out, hunting, seeking, wanting. Every day the remains of Roseroot grow more dilapidated, some buildings even crumbling and collapsing while others cease existing all together. Roads vanish or twist to loop around into giant circles. Safety is growing limited, but how does one escape?

That may be on the forefront of your mind, but it's not something you can focus on- not while you're fighting off these monsters.

How does one get supplies when grocery stores are claimed by sudden bursts of an all-consuming rot? How does one sleep when those monsters could be anywhere, when one has to keep moving?

Fight on. Protect yourself. The way will show itself soon. You just have to outlast your pains made manifest.

MONSTERS ENCOUNTERED

This list will be updated as the event goes on, but feel free to pull from any monsters from our toplevel below as well in case updates are delayed!

An unholy, angel-like being found stationary in a warehouse. The top half of her body hangs down from a portal in the ceiling, and no matter which way you face, she can twist around to track you. Her wails and sobs cause hallucinations, panic attacks, dissociations, and crippling self-doubt; when characters are distracted, she will attempt to sever them with two oversized swords.

A shambling, undead, fully-armoured knight with seven swords stabbed into it, most of which through the back and one of which through the head. Each sword is engraved with words; five of them say “sacrifice”, one says “the one you loved most”, and the last says “hubris”. The knight wanders the city streets and attacks indiscriminately.

Seven assassins wrapped entirely in black robes and bandages to hide their identities. When they are being looked at, they become stationary, therefore they try to spread apart within their pack to keep most of them able to move. They move like glitchy robots with jerking and seizing limbs, yet are fast enough to slit throats in an instant, and largely stick to alleyways and tight corners to get a drop on someone.

A hand-monster called the Docent, who hides in the shadows and exacerbates negative emotions and insecurities. Even if you can't see it yet, if it's nearby, you will feel cold and miserable. Its physical form is made up of hands and if it catches you, it will add yours to the collection.

Mannequin-like people who look similar to Firefly, wearing plug suits and acting as mannequins in storefronts primarily. They will not "activate" until you come close to them, where they will be like dolls that creak and crackle and either start moving or pull themselves up off the ground to slowly chase you. They are dangerous in numbers, not as much as a single unit. They only speak if Firefly is around, saying things like "you let us die", "you didn't protect us", etc. By the end of the time in Roseroot, most will default be splayed on the ground all over looking dead, but they aren't.

The Swarm, a mass horde of diverse insectoid creatures with the sole drive to propagate and spread. They're big, and can hide invisible if they choose. They will start in small numbers, but slowly spread throughout the town during the end of their stay. They will swarm you and attack if they see you.

A young man with cat ears who has been burnt to a crisp and is still smouldering, who will wander the city and attempt to set people on fire.

A pack of small robotic bears with various weapons who run around indiscriminately and try to kill anyone they see. Despite how armed they are, they are easily defeated, but they roam in extremely large packs.

A phantom that specifically stalks Till, covered in blood and with several bullet wounds through various parts of his body. Characters who spend a lot of time around Till may have to watch out…

Shadows shaped like people on the walls, always watching, whispering, giggling, pointing. If one gets too close to them, they can reach out and attack like a particularly brutal child bully might- and like children, they do not know when they are going too far.

Shambling skeletons or rotting bodies dressed in strange village clothes, waiting to drag whoever they seek out into the earth.

An almost giant skeletal bird caught ablaze, trapped humans within its ribcage forming a grotesque heart. It does not fly, and molten poison drips from it.

Young men and women in a black uniform, half-gripping swords. Their footsteps sounds like bottles breaking. Soon enough they are accompanied by their killers as well.

A very tall priest in holy regalia... except his face is a mass of writhing blue tentacles of varying lengths, singing the song of the Seaborn. He shambles like he no longer remembers how legs work, swaying like a drunk almost, always wandering and reaching for his target. He sings a song of an unknown language, haunting and mesmerizing. If somehow you anger him, he will throw rocks at you... and if he gets his hands on you he will absolutely try to eat and/or assimilate you.

A monster that changes shape whenever you blink. It is normally faceless, and usually appears to look like some abomination-adjacent version of people you know.

A monster that wears clothing of a holy priest, with far, far too many arms. It "attacks" by trying to grab onto you and try to hug you almost comfortingly, while two hands strangle with rosary beads.

A creature that takes the form of something in the water- you'll never truly see what it looks like. But if you get too close to the river, something will reach out and try to drag you under.

A headless mannequin dressed in kingly finery, wielding a heavy sword. It wanders in search of one person, but will stop to kill anyone else it finds too.

An Ifrit, bleeding from a wound not unlike the ones Joshua inflicted upon Clive. It's furious. It's terrified. It will see your death done.

Shadows that, while not the most harmful things, will whisper, gossip and grab and pinch and punch and tear! They say things to characters reflecting their deepest insecurities. In short, the shadows are school bullies.

Two figures, a man and a woman, sewn together by the half. They bicker in a ghoulish language at each other, but are largely uncaring of others. When they find Zoey, they all but descend upon her, both wanting her for themselves and uncaring if they pull too hard in one direction or another. Their grip is like iron, and they're capable of tearing others in half.

A man-shaped monster whose head is a black skull. He wears a suit, tie, and gloves, and carries a rotating number of weapons- pliers, knife, scalpel, hacksaw, hammer, anything that might be used for torture, smeared with blood. Sometimes he just has a gun. He moves in an uncanny, inhuman jerk, and prefers his victims trapped and isolated. He will passively darken the area around him, turning working lights dim, and is accompanied by the sound of a power drill and his own creepy laughter.

Something dark, mostly shapeless, but the size of a large man, with bat-shaped spikes coming out of its head. Or maybe they're bat ears? He is able to shoot projectiles with deadly speed, sharp enough to gouge a hole in metal. They disappear like smoke once they've hit their mark. When faced more or less head-on, shoots a grapling hook at its victim with enough force to seriously maim, uses it to pull them close and break their bones. May appear suddenly from behind and break bones before you have a chance to react. He moves sometimes as a literal shadow, but when outside of shadow form, moves with grace and speed. Sometimes his presence is accompanied by flashbangs, smoke, and the sound of radio static or ringing in your ears. Otherwise, it is completely silent and doesn't even breathe.

A monster wearing armour and carrying tomahawk axes, with crablike appendages protruding from her abdomen that have pincer-claws. The semi-congealed gore that drips from them can be sprayed at enemies. As she talks, she claims to know "what you really are" and can absolutely back that claim up.

A brutish monster that is constantly on fire. He moves quickly enough to "blaze past" you, and likely set you on fire by proximity. Otherwise, he boasts impressive and inhuman strength.

A doll with swords through it that leaks toxic ooze as it moves around. Slow and moves around pathetically, looking as if in pain, and moving as if crying. Gives hugs instead of attacking, but the swords through it will hurt you if you let it, and the toxic ooze feels akin to acid.

A shambling amalgam of corpses and heads much akin to the Cramped Casket that pulls itself with its many arms across the ground. It easily spans around 12 feet tall. At the very front of it of it is the upper half of a young boy. It attacks by slamming itself into the ground where you stand, and is otherwise silent... unless you are Elsword, in which case it asks, "why didn't you save me?"

A monster that looks like a pirate that's on fire. Permanently. To most, it only appears to be leaving scorched earth in its wake. To Mizuki, it looks like everything around it is burning. It attacks with a cutlass, and otherwise looks mostly humanoid.

An ambling monstrosity that easily towers any house and building. It moves slowly, and seems as if it's "sliced" down the middle, with two "heads" and a mangled body. One arm carries a harpoon, one arm carries a kitchen cleaver. They mutter conflicting questions that, if you answer, you'll be contradicting the other. "Should we go left?" "Should we go right?" asked simultaneously, so answering "yes" would be answering both. Things like that. To kill it, you have to pick a head to cut off, and if you choose wrong, it instantly grows back and you'll have to try again.

A small, cute puppet with a circle of knifes protruding from its neck. It constantly cries and attacks by trashing around like a child. It doesn't even seem to be aiming for anything specifically, but its thrashing is so wild and erratic the knives in its neck are bound to hit you anyway if you don't put distance between the two of you.

An angel with wings and a halo of light that towers around 10-12 feet tall. It's head is replaced with a bouquet of flowers and it's hands are fused together in a constant prayer.Everywhere it walks, it leaves flowers behind, but they wilt and decay and rot within seconds and stay as a stain upon the land. It attacks by summoning blades of light from the ground under your feet. If you listen closely, you can hear soft singing.

A cloaked being with black crystals growing out of it who floats along the ground. It freezes anything it touches solid in blackened ice, and a trail of said ice follows after it. The air becomes frigid when it is close by.

A loud, ravenous monster that is majority mouth with waaay too many teeth. More dog-like than human shaped. Does not have eyes and thus cannot see, but can hear a pen drop. While it will bite to kill, it plays with its food. Lashes with claws and attempts to do anything it can to hurt you as much as possible before you break.

A mass of black crystals, the shape appears to be in that of Faust. Its arm is replaced with that of a crossbow. Its bolts are enough to shatter concrete. Despite being made of stone, it is very fast.

A monster that takes the shape of prey animals, starting off as smaller ones, then becoming larger ones as it stalks you. It does not necessarily attack, keeping a distance. But the more it watches, the more starved for food you feel. You haven't eaten in a while, have you? Are you hungry? Are you going to die because you can't eat? Aren't you just a waste of space if can't kill something to feed yourself? Killing it won't be easy, as it is fast, but if you do manage to, it will fall to the ground immediately as rotten, disgusting mass of meat that is not safely edible. The monster will spawn in again as it's smaller form all over again if not eaten.

A small army of husk-like creatures. They're just so hungry. Won't you help them? Won't you feed them? They appear like demons, with the stronger ones looking like some of Mystery's old friends...

A large, train-sized worm patterned in purple stripes. They have four eyes above their gator-like mouths which are full of sharp teeth. Their backs are ridged with green shark fins. Sandworms burrow through the ground at alarming speeds and feast on the dead along anything else they can catch. They aren't picky.

Spark Notes

summary

WAKE UP: Good morning! It's autumn! New arrivals are crawling out of graves, Mr. Bone-Jangles has invited everyone to his house, and everyone is having a nice little family Halloween get-together.
…WAKE UP?: Do you remember your old life? The people you left behind? ...of course not! You barely remember the truck ride over here! Welcome to Roseroot! Enjoy your vacation!
THE CITY OF ROSES: Roseroot is a beautiful, empty city. It's clearly a wealthy place, connected with nature, but you lot are the only ones there. ... That's how it's supposed to be, of course. But something forces you into sleep, and when you dream something awakens. ... Now that it's awake, something is making the city rot.
A PLACE YOU CANNOT LEAVE: The city is falling apart, rotting, vanishing and looping into itself and you are not alone. Monsters born from your trauma are out to hunt you down. Thankfully, they can be killed. You just have to keep fighting, even as places of rest and food dwindle rapidly.

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Hello everyone! Welcome to our October TDM. This is a reminder that TDMs are considered game canon. This is our last TDM of 2025! November-December will be check-in AC and we will be back to our regular schedule with a TDM in January 2026. If there are questions, please hit up the toplevels below.

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[argentry]

[what.

wait. what????????

Elder Faerie stops moving, stops wiggling in the coffin. he stares, his lips twitching from a smile before settling into a thin line. he speaks slowly, afraid]

Cannot... hear... anymore?

[his eyes do flick to the little creature, but his focus goes back to White Lily in an instant]

cw ear trauma allusions

[lilyberation]

( she doesn't respond, but she pushes her hair out of the way on one side- a foreign ear, with light scarring spreading towards her face almost from within. once she knows he's seen it, she lets her hair fall once more, not responding to his words- she's not quite adept at lipreading, just yet.

instead she walks over quietly, bending just enough to offer a hand to assist. )

... This place is... terrible and wonderful. The people are kind, but our captor is cruel, crueler than anything I could ever imagine. The pain it inflicts... and yet it does not let us stay dead, yet still punishes us for dying at all.

My hearing was my price to pay. It chooses at a whim. ... Or perhaps it is- calculated...

Come, this way. To town...

[argentry]

[she really-- she cannot hear him! as he's pulled from the casket, Elder Faerie feels hot with frustration. her words, her fate, it's all so sad. he grips at his chest once he's up. this was not what he had wanted for her!]

White Lily Cookie--!

[she cannot hear him. she cannot hear him!

he wants to cry for her, but he won't. she doesn't need his pity, he, who only just arrived. so he goes silent as they walk to town together. well, he's still a little wobbly on these legs, with this new weight. and his wings don't seem strong enough to lift him anymore]

[lilyberation]

( the weight of his steps is easy to notice, and she looks up at him, linking their arms together for support. )

... I'm sorry. I must sound like a madwoman. And you... you need your rest. The inn is closest. Would you like to go there?

( it's both closest and... she cannot just drop him into her home with shadow milk and pavlova both there- not without warning.

oh, how is she going to explain the changes that have happened in this place? will he believe her? will he hate her for the hand extended? something in her chest tightens. )

[argentry]

[for a long while, he contemplates, and then nods silently. his own chest feels tight, heavy. it's hard to walk, to breathe, to live. how will he talk to White Lily now? perhaps he would find a way.

they head for the inn, and he is still wanting to know what is going on. he wants to ask her if she knows more about where they currently are, this world, how they came to be here, about the horrors she has endured. but Elder Faerie can't bring himself to speak of these things. he will just let her talk when she wants.

his arm tightens against hers. protective]

[lilyberation]

Just a bit longer, then. I'll bring you there, and make you some tea. And then... there will be paper and pens.

( it will be a bit- cumbersome, but it will let them talk, at least.

...

she misses his voice. she'd already thought she wouldn't hear it again save for her dreams- her dreams and her nightmares. and now... he is here. in her arms. and she cannot.

vernal- the creature- follows along as she slowly guides him to the inn. it is a painfully quiet walk; it has no choice but to be.

as they go, elder faerie may see all sorts of fantastical creatures- a large cat five feet in length with the wings of a butterfly frolicking in a large garden, squirrels that look like their tails are sprigs of hyacinth, foxes with flowers growing out of their fur. it is a magical place- or it would be, if not for the heavy oppressive feeling smothering the air.

the inn is a large wooden building that smells of home and spices. there is no receptionist at the desk and the fireplace burns a brilliant light that never seems to dim or flicker. lily guides him to a chair, and presses her forehead against his own as her hands squeezes his before pulling away. )

I'll be right back. I promise.

[argentry]

[it's quite a wonder, this world! he would like to study these creatures, but it will have to wait. there are more pressing matters at hand.

once he's seated near the fire, the former King lets out a steady breath. he is a bit winded, but he supposes he'll regain his strength as time goes on. when White Lily pulls from him, he nods to show he understands, but he doesn't speak. he won't go anywhere]

[lilyberation]

( in takes six minutes. it feels like six hours, the way dread and anxiety and relief mix in her heart and soul. she knows just how he takes his tea, the kind he likes- it's not the same thing in this world, but she knows a close enough blend.

when she returns to his side, it's with two teacups and a notepad and pen filched from the receptionist's desk- she offers him both a cup and the writing utensils. )

Take your time. There is... a lot, both about home and our time here so far. I'm here.

( vernal... hops right into his lap, beaming up at him. he's here too! )

--Ah! This is Vernal. He is- um. He is a creature born of magic. He's attached to my soul, and thus while he is his own being, he also reflects my own thoughts and feelings.

[argentry]

[tea, good. and a lap friend? well, Elder Faerie Cookie does not seem to be opposed to this]

Hello, Vernal.

[he says to the creature before quickly writing out the first thing he can think of:

"Am I still dead?"]

[lilyberation]

( she reads his first question and wishes she had a better answer for him. )

I am... not sure. You are not the first to come here after having passed, and I am sure you will not be the last. But we do not know what awaits you if we can manage to return home. It is... assumed that should you leave this realm, you will return to whatever afterlife you had joined.

[argentry]

[well. this is awful! truly torture. he nods again, but there is a grimace in his expression. he writes more:

"I appreciate your honesty. I suppose I shall cross that bridge when I come to it."

he hands her this note, first. then writes another question on the next piece of paper.

"Are you here alone?" and gives her that, as well]

[lilyberation]

I'm sorry that I don't have a better answer for you. But- if there is a way...

( if there is a way.

please, let there be a way. let her be selfish and rewarded for it, just once. let her have all that she loves in her hands and let her be wise enough to hold on to it and blessed enough to keep it.

he hands her the next question and this is... where she hesitates. )

... Originally Pure Vanilla Cookie, Dark Cacao Cookie, and three others I do not believe you'll know, Clotted Cream Cookie, Sparkling Cookie and Time Keeper Cookie were here. They have been lost to the woods, but... there is also two others. Shadow Milk Cookie and Pavlova Cookie.

... They are our allies here. And with Pure Vanilla's care and guidance, Shadow Milk has... made steps towards change. I did not believe it myself. Not until we were left to mourn Pure Vanilla together, alone.

[argentry]

[ha........... he takes this information in, but looks surprised at the idea of Shadow Milk even attempting to change. of course, stranger things have happened. after all, he is dead, supposedly. was, and now he's here. in a new humanlike body.

he folds his hands for a few moments, thinking about what to ask next, what to say. then, there is a slow nod. he writes:

"While I am skeptical, I do not disagree that you and he, and the other, should remain united. If you truly wish to live here as allies who work towards a common goal, then I shall support you."

he doesn't really have a choice]

[lilyberation]

...

( hesitantly, she reaches for his hand, her own tea having been neglected. )

I have watched him myself. He is... growing. I won't ask you forgive him. Creators know you've endured so much at his hands. But Pure Vanilla inspired something in him, and he is chasing it. Please trust me in this, at least.

[argentry]

["I trust you."

and only you, for now, but that goes left unsaid. he turns his hand to take hers. Elder Faerie no longer fears death, himself, what he fears, now, is much worse. but that's fine. he'll manage. all he must do now is protect White Lily.

he writes another question:

"Will you tell me more about the monster that punished you?"]

cw: mentions of plant based body horror

[lilyberation]

( will he when he learns how far mutual comfort in the depths of grief has turned into genuine affection? the thought terrifies her. but... he would be valid to hate her for it, too.

she is quiet, thinking. )

This world is beholden to three gods. Beiwe the Golden Sun, her wife Ourania the Silver Moon, and a third, Beiwe's brother... the Fallen Sun, who must go unnamed lest we empower him more. When he fell from divinity, it was the start of a divine war, and he was sealed away within a temple that would become home to a grand forest.

Centuries ago, a merchant by the name of Callisto and her crew broke into the temple seeking treasures and artifacts- and they freed him on accident. He has taken root in the forest, and it is part of him now. He pulls us through a rift between worlds to toy with us again and again, with no end in sight.

Every few weeks he strikes, tormenting us in new ways. ... He also... can infect people with a corruption, where he can taint their mind and harm them from afar, usually shown through... plant growth on their person.

He has worked a deal with a native child, Nene, where if one dies, her mother can resurrect them... but it has a cruel cost that he collects himself. No one knows the details of this, as Nene has stated that talking about it will break the deal.

[argentry]

[listen, Lily, you can love whomever you want. far be it from him to judge her.

but, alright. he listens to her words, uttering a soft "Tch" out loud when White Lily mentions the torture. he must glean whatever knowledge he can in a short period of time. thankfully, he has White Lily, now, and she seems to be fairly knowledgeable on the situation]

I see.

[hm. again, he's not sure what to write, or what questions to ask at this point. what does he want to know about most of all?

"He seems incredibly powerful. That worries me."]

i just realized i forgot affogato cookie was also in the cast for a while i am the WORST

[lilyberation]

He is. He... managed to render Shadow Milk Cookie completely powerless upon his arrival. He knows our minds better than we do, uses our darkest depths to haunt us.

He is cruel.

i am so sad i missed the cookie takeover

[argentry]

[he is exhausted, taking up his teacup again to sip. a long sip, then a nod, then he sets the cup down.

he picks up the pad and starts writing:

"Even Shadow Milk Cookie? Whatever the case may be, you should do your best to not anger it again. I shall attempt to find out more information and, perhaps, a weakness."

then he hands her the paper. he just got here and he's already trying to strategize]

we were powerful....

[lilyberation]

( oh, her friend... she wishes she could ease it for him. vanny would know what to do. )

Even him, yes. He's recovered a bit of power, but- there is still a chokehold on him. ... I fell into a trap, when I died. Sometimes- sometimes when we are killed in it's games with us, it isn't counted as a proper death and we simply wake up in our beds, injured but alive. We had thought it would be an improper death.

... Oh, this all must sound so... its a part of a very long story.

[argentry]

[proper death and improper death? the anguish in Elder Faerie's eyes is easy to see. he can't believe that any Cookie had to go through this, particularly his lily.

he glances away, covering his mouth with his hand for a moment. he is sad, but also frustrated? boiling with rage without showing it. but she can probably feel it. she knows him better than most]

It's alright.

[he finally says, then remembers she cannot hear him and writes it down properly:

"It's alright. What you are telling me is that there are many ways to crumble here. I understand. What I do not understand is how this Forest can pick and choose Cookies and other beings and bring them into its clutches. What gives the Forest its power?"]

[lilyberation]

Well. That is...

Going to sound very unbelievable.

( lily is quiet for a moment before finally taking a sip of tea. )

... It starts with the story of a man named Aldric. After a plague claimed his wife and youngest son, he had thought that... if there had been better trade routes across the continent, perhaps medicine could have reached his hometown on time. So he set off to make an official route that involved going through the forest...

... Little did he know, the forest was the home to a temple. And within that temple, an ancient god had been sealed. He made his route through the woods, but ultimately he felt more at home in a new settlement than he did his old home or the city with medicine, and thus Aldric's Grove came to be. But several years into the town's creation, a woman named Callisto and her crew appeared. They called themselves merchants, but... they were more treasure hunters.

They broke into the temple, and the god was freed. For years he tormented the town, taking his anger out on them. Eventually, the townsfolk were bespelled by other villagers- should they crumble, their souls would escape to another universe rather than become the god's fuel and power. ... And then the town was massacred. But the god got bored after centuries trapped within the forest, which has become an extension of his power, so he began reaching through the cracks of reality into other worlds.

... Those people who lived in the town... are the only ones he can pull from across dimensions once more. We... are the reincarnated citizens of the town of Aldric's Grove.

[argentry]

[he listens quietly, finishing off his tea. the more he hears, the more distraught he becomes. reincarnation, huh? White Lily is correct, it does sound unbelievable... but not unheard of. his brows furrow in thought. he is so tired, but he wants to know more.

after another confirming nod, he takes up the pen and pad of paper and writes:

"I believe you. You have become quite knowledgeable of the workings of this world. I am proud of you, though I also am sorry you and the others had to suffer for it. How long have you been in this world?"]

[lilyberation]

I have been here for a year and one turn of seasons. It's hard to track time here, with days and nights blending and sometimes... repeating. It's a strange world.

( ... stars, she's so tired thinking about it. but she rereads the praise and smiles a little. it feels like she's done nothing sometimes, so having recognition from someone who knows her best... ... she needs to earn it. but it still makes her happy. )

I think it's mid-autumn right now. It was summer when I first woke up here...

[argentry]

[oh! that's much longer than he was expecting. he sucks in a breath, looking upset again.

he writes again:

"Such a long time. And so many horrors. I am so sorry."]