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A/H Their endless lust for domination and power has called up in us a similar bloodlust. Killers for sport. Delight in defilement Their fat will feed the warg-mother and her children. Their bones will feed the insects of the forest. Their blood will nourish our roots. We will grow strong off our anger
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Dec 14, 2020 02:52
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I just want a pet doggy to play fetch with when we're not stomping hummies.
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Dec 14, 2020 06:41
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Dec 14, 2020 15:28
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FI And boy are we pissed. I'm going run-and-gun for this one. Join me in our blood-soaked reverie, and let's loving rock the softsies. For the record, this is bad-cop, badder-cop, and we're all out of bubble gum.
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Sorry for the long wait everyone, turns out working 66 to 70 hours a week during this holiday drained me more than I expected, and then Inventory snuck up on me. Oops! The Everbloom has been ravaged enough, too many of its children have already slipped from your grasp. Your heart floods with tears over those you did not save, but it also is full of a kindness of its own. Not towards the invaders of your home, no, they will find no mercy in your heart. But your wooded heart bleeds with a love for those of your home, not only your own people, so tragically sealed in their endless sleep - yet they at least have hope. You'll find a way to free them, some day, you're sure of it - even if you have to kill every softskin to do so. But you are no God, and you cannot bring back those who have already died. Each death is an irreversible tragedy - and one you intend to prevent. You gain +1 Social when interacting with creatures of the Everbloom, due to your compassionate nature Such a tragedy calls to you in this moment, reverberating with your very soul. You are nowhere near the edges of the northern forest, and yet as if you were present in that exact moment you hear - you feel - the desperation of one of the Everbloom's beasts. Images flood your mind as you turn towards the edge, and begin to rush that way. You know every inch of these woods, and every pathway you can take, so even as your mind is filled with images of a mother desperately hiding her pups beneath the roots of a tree, as the smell - a sense you generally lack - of humans fills your nostrils, you can find your way. This is not the first time this has happened to you. It's not even the hundredth. You do not know why, but you were born under the Aspect of Beasts, a divine blessing uniquely yours among the forest inhabitants. You knew a handful of other beings blessed as Aspects, but none of them under the same as you. It's rare for creatures of the Everbloom, especially amongst the treants - you are born so infrequently, that you only ever knew one other, so ancient that you never truly met him, only briefly basked in his presence. Its mark is burned into your bark, but you've never seen it, placed so keenly out of your own sight. Instead you feel it, in every moment of the day. You can feel the animals of the forest, from the smallest of Parrotines to the great Yaguars. You cannot shut this off even if you wished to. But in the moment, it spurs you forward towards the first step of revenge. Treants are not agile creatures, but your large gait provides a swiftness of movement beyond most soft-skinned species. You can still smell the humans chasing after the Warg you have connected to, and you're almost certain you can meet with her before they do. At the same time, the Warg's mind is thinking only of her pups, tucked away within a tree that you can perfectly 'see' despite your distance - there's always a chance part of the hunting party might find them. And then a third option comes to mind, of simply running down the hunters. You have no idea what their hunting party is made up of, but you doubt they have ever hunted something as powerful as you. You could always attempt to channel your Aspect and Magic, to call more creatures to aid the Warg, but that could also just be sending more of the forest's animals to their deaths - and you could not attempt such large scale magic while moving. What do you do? A. Join up with the mother-warg and try to attack the hunters together. B. Rescue the babies before anything else. C. Attack the hunters straight off. D. Try to focus your magic Aspect and call other creatures to aid the wargs.
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Jan 2, 2021 21:40
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Take Charge!
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Jan 2, 2021 22:34
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Jan 2, 2021 22:36
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Save the Babies!!!
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Jan 2, 2021 23:20
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Jan 2, 2021 23:29
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C seems expedient.
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Jan 2, 2021 23:44
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You are a tree, make them leaf (C)
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Jan 3, 2021 00:16
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Crush, kill destroy!
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Jan 3, 2021 00:42
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Jan 3, 2021 02:17
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Jan 3, 2021 02:22
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B protective. B E protective
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Jan 3, 2021 02:30
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A Reach out to the mother first.
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Jan 3, 2021 05:44
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Jan 4, 2021 02:32
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C let's test out our combat effectiveness
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Jan 4, 2021 02:39
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C We're already charging. Might as well use that momentum. They're hunting. They're not expecting this poo poo. Big as Ent charging out, stomping motherfuckers, yelling up a storm. They're not ready
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Jan 5, 2021 03:14
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Cannon_Fodder posted:C let's test out our combat effectiveness Saving the Mother would mean potentially abandoning the children. Saving the child means the Mother might be caught and killed alone. Both of these answers are... unacceptable. You wont let a single additional child of the Everbloom die today. You don't know how many hunters there are, but you are certain no soft-skins could be a threat to you. Not these ones at least - weapons of steel aimed at a Warg are not the initial conquering force that 'pacified' your home. You are upon them in a dozen minutes, a journey through every shortcut and route through the forest, memorized by you in your long years of service. A trek that would take ten times as long for any foolish 'explorers'. Despite your haste, the forest itself is your home, and you leave no trail of destruction, and no beast flees your path regardless of your hurry. You do not even look at the first Softskin, investigating the source of your massive footfalls at the edge of their group, as you burst through the vine growths of the forest, a terrifying maelstrom of destruction formed in seconds. Your large arm crashes into it before it can even react, and you can feel the crunch of bone as you send him flying fifteen feet to your left, his body limply crashing into a tree. But you do not stop there, before he has even landed you are upon another, your massive leg coming down upon a long haired softskin's head, as you crush the being beneath your mighty trunk. "HOLY poo poo!" You hear one of them call out from towards the center of the group, as you lift your bloody foot off of his companion, no time to savor the mush you have made out of a person. They were not prepared for you, their formation loose as they searched for a warg they had already wounded, and they're spread throughout a relative clearing. You've lost the element of surprise, but you still possess the element of terror, your massive form bewildering the panicked dwarf who cursed. Yes, a dwarf, fallen over onto his backside, even smaller than before. You do not hesitate even as an arrow strikes you in the arm from one of his companions - you are upon the rotund softskin in moments, your hand swatting down at a bug incapable of even crawling away. Splash. You hit him hard enough to turn even the famed 'toughest softskins' to nothing more than goop, like popping a balloon, blood squirts from where your hand smashes down, splashing you and the forest around you. "poo poo! Someone get Kael! Now! That loving IDIOT!" You hear a woman's voice, and turn just in time for an arrow to embed itself in your face. You do not even feel pain from it, the tiny metal tipped stick scarcely scratches the eternal itch of bark. She is backing away as she continues to shoot, a half dozen other hunters finally starting to move - one tries to charge right past you as you look at the archer, unaware that they're still in your view until your leg lifts up to kick at them, with far more swiftness than a giant tree should manage to give. He goes flying even from the imperfect kick, but unlike the first you can hear groans of pain after the snapping. Two others take a longer route around you - each taking to another side as they try to run further into the forest. You throw a huge palm towards one, but it seems that was expected - another three run to join the fight, a large axe and two sword-and shields. You fear none of them, but as you lash out your arm towards them, the two with their shields both move in time with each other, and block your massive hand quite well, before the axe comes down to lop off a quarter of one of your fingers. That actually hurt. Not badly, however. You do not know what kind of magic or skill these shieldmen use to block your enormous blows, as you slam them in again, but you do not need to worry of it long. For with each blow you take another step, with each arrow dotting your face you move forward again. And then you fall. Because you are a tree spirit without an idea of dignity, you fall... directly upon them. The three men who thought they could together hold you back take the entirety of your weight upon them, as you fall forward. They raise their shields, and an axe bites into your bark of your 'chest', but they cannot stop your fall. All at once, a tree falls in a forest, and three men go silent. "Shitshitshitshit." You hear the archer running away from you. It takes you time to stand up from your fall, covered in the blood and gore of three humans, with an axe embedded deep enough in your chest that sap slowly slips from it. A true wound, that burned like fire, but not one that would disable you. You are alone by the time you stand to your feet, in a bloody clearing full of broken bodies. The only sound is of the softskin you kicked, laying in a pool of their own blood groaning in pain. Their weak body would give out soon enough. What do you do? A. Chase down the archer woman, before she can escape the forest. B. Seek this 'Kael' she desperately wanted and sent two others to find. C. Go and secure the cubs now that the majority of the hunting party has fallen. D. Channel your Aspect to hunt down the woman, and wait for this Kael to come to you. E. Write in. You had a major success, with a single complication (the escaping archer). You killed a majority of the party while only taking a single Wound.
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Jan 14, 2021 06:52
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Glorious! Hmmm all decent choices... B, the cubs and mother can largely resolve themselves now, we need to find this threat to us and end it.
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Jan 14, 2021 07:15
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E: Feast upon the fallen invaders. Let our roots drink deep of their blood, their essence, their magic.
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Jan 14, 2021 07:32
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D This sounds like a good use of our powers.
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Jan 14, 2021 08:26
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Jan 14, 2021 10:57
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D. No survivors to tell tales if we can help it.
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Jan 14, 2021 12:29
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Jan 14, 2021 13:40
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Dead softies tell no tales.
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Jan 14, 2021 15:14
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D. We need to eliminate them. If the swiftness we displayed in hunting them down is anything to count on, we should over-take the archer before she gets any significant distance. If Kael and the 2 others are further into the Everbloom, that's playing in our favor.
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Jan 14, 2021 15:24
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We can understand them. And we can move many times faster than humans can. A. Chase down the woman, make her talk.
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Jan 14, 2021 15:49
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We need to figure out a way to make these corpses into artisanal jerky and have a contact sell it to the surrounding village. They want war crimes? Let's do war crimes. If we're too overt, say flinging bodies from the forest over the nearest villages' fences, we invite retaliation. If we turn human corpses into consumer goods and ship'em on out via a fence, we get the moral* victory.
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Jan 14, 2021 15:56
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If we're doing war crimes we might as well do it right. How much gold will a human give us for warg skins?
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Jan 14, 2021 15:59
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Why not make the human bodies that aren't destroyed into leafy zombies
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Jan 14, 2021 16:24
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Toughy posted:Why not make the human bodies that aren't destroyed into leafy zombies Isn't that just decomposition and the carbon cycle?
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Jan 14, 2021 16:29
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Outrail posted:If we're doing war crimes we might as well do it right. How much gold will a human give us for warg skins? Noooooo, you're doing it wrong. Wargs are friends, not food. Toughy posted:Why not make the human bodies that aren't destroyed into leafy zombies Now that's podracing.
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Jan 14, 2021 16:45
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Outrail posted:If we're doing war crimes we might as well do it right. How much gold will a human give us for warg skins? You love the creatures of the forest too much to ever consider harming one. Your compassionate nature makes the idea itself disgusting to you. Toughy posted:Why not make the human bodies that aren't destroyed into leafy zombies That would be more of a Dryad setup, though there may be ways to obtain abilities of that sort if you choose to pursue them.
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Jan 14, 2021 16:47
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D. No survivors, but Kael could be a problem.
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Jan 14, 2021 18:45
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I realize this is sudden compared to my previous pace but I'll be starting a post at 7pm tonight, Pacific Time (approximately 6 hours from now). Get your votes in
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I'll go with D as well. And we could go full Asphodel on this thing.  I mean, not a 'right now' idea, but it's an option to do. We might not want to send the animals of the forest into battle if we can help it.
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