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Morkskittar

 

Canopy[X]-[X]-[ ]-[ ]

Journey to Angler's Spire

Atus – At the Helm and Rapping

Tharr – Freaking Out

Tolliver – On Watch and Seriously Freaking Out

Park – Still Enjoying Life

 

 

 

Tolliver had been dreaming as he stared out at the flowers, thinking how beautiful they were, and how he should help them grow. He imagined a massive red bloom growing before his eyes, and felt the urge to sing its praises and dance before it. That part of himself that hated greenery recoiled, but then something insidious spoke in the back of his mind: We are not greenery, we are reddery. Tolliver nodded to himself, nearly convinced, then realized with horror that his fingers were tapping a tune. Then came Atus' thunderclap. He stilled his fingers and with some effort heaved himself back to consciousness. Muscle memory took over, and he was on his feet, defoliants at hand, eyes narrowed. His head was still hazy, but he was back.

The Argos turned away from the grove before them and took a northward tackSpeed Roll with Volomotive Interface: 1, 3, 5, 6: Triumph! Only one box is added to the track. under Atus' direction, moving away from and around the copse of flowers and corpses, but keep it just in sight... just in case something happened.

As the ship got underway, Atus responded to the distant tune echoing through the grove with words of his own, set to a stronger meter than the chant-like melodies he had heard on the wind, calling out a rebuke and challenge to whatever lay deeper in the grove. As the last thunderous tumult of his words died down, there was an answer.

The voice that responded was multitudinous and deeply unsettling; it sounded like it came from a hundred mouths of all types, a quiet cacophony of buzzing, warbling, chittering, crunching, howling, and gnashing. It also sounded like it came from across the entire grove, and it sang in a bastardized, twisted version of low sour amalgamated and sung over with other tongues. Tharr and Atus recognized a few words in raka spit, and Tolliver a few gaudimm-like clicks; the voices seemed to be singing in a wide array of languages. The melody would have been soothing, had it not been sung by a horror of mismatched voices.

The Manticore's Song

Won't you lay down, come join us,
See her, praise her,
Worship with us, spread her seeds,
Free her, raise her.

Take care not to lose your way home
To us, to her,
Paradise awaits all who worship

Come worship her,
None turn away,
From her face glory can be found.
Come adore her,
You will come near,
And sing of her and become drowned.
Come dance for her,
Lay fertile ground,
Join us in worship and glory.

It was made more horrifying by the fact that Tolliver had begun singing it. Tharr, in a moment of panic, smacked the gau upside the head, and Tolliver came back to himself in a daze. His mind had been wandering again, lost in visions of red glory. The gau heard not horror, as the others did, but something beautiful. He realized he had taken another step towards the ship's edge again, and now that he was in control again, reeled himself backward.

Park emerged back on deck then, as annoyed with Atus' sudden movement away from the Grove as Tharr was relieved to be getting away from it. Park's sample was safely bottled up in the galley, and he stared wistfully over at the distant flowers. Then he looked over at Tolliver, and his eyes widened in a mixture of horror and delight. Tharr followed Park's gaze, and physically recoiled from Tolliver.

Growing from the back of Tolliver's neck was a red bloom, exactly the same as the one Park had taken from the spring fox, but larger. Park cast his eyes around for said spring fox, and caught sight of a blooming fox bounding rhythmically across the waves, deeper into the grove.

Atus remained oblivious to Tolliver's plight, his tempest-ridden brain already coming up with a response to the grove. Though, to be fair, the grove had not really responded to his rhymes, but had simply made its own maddening chanting understandable.

The Argos continued to sail away, and eventually reached the northernmost end of the Manticore grove, where it once again began its westward turn towards Angler's Spire.

OOC

A few interesting things resulting from this:

*Tharr and Tolliver are taking Mire from hearing the Grove chanting at them, and from Tolliver becoming infected. You can mark any Mire on your sheet; for Tharr, Ominous Omens Abound or I Fear Being Pulled Beneath the Waves seem appropriate, and for Tolliver, Everything needs a place would be quite... fitting. I will let you choose which mire to mark yourself, though. :) With only one box marked, the effects of Mire are only narrative/roleplay-based; your character's mind is troubled and they fall into bad habits related to said mire.

*Tolliver has a new trait: Manticore Infestation! As you travel, the track will fill up; while any boxes are marked, Disaster! results on tests will result in something briefly overriding Tolliver's mind, and more chilling affects may become apparent as the track climbs higher. It can be reduced by any mire-reducing action or recovery-related actions, which will also grant a Manticore Bloom (though it may be damaged). Others can also clear a box by taking a Harvest action, and gain a Bloom for themselves. :) Tolliver is likely deeply upset by this development, as he has become infected by the very greenery he hates. Or rather, reddery. There are ways to recover from this infestation; Park may be able to whip something up, but you may need specialized knowledge. Or perhaps you can use it to your advantage; some say that all blooms bow to the Tyrant.

*Atus has gained a Whisper related to their rap/chant battle: Botanical Sirensong. A fun note about Whispers: they can be spent in most situations to force me to twist the situation in a way related to the whisper, including to gain a benefit to your action.

Atus can take another parting verbal shot at the Grove (though not with the same reward :P ) and you can do something about Tolliver (or he can do something to himself), and then someone else should take the wheel and watch for the next stage of the journey. :)

Morkskittar

Morkskittar

 

Canopy[X]-[X]-[ ]-[ ]

Journey to Angler's Spire

Atus – At the Helm and Rapping

Tharr – Freaking Out

Tolliver – On Watch and Seriously Freaking Out

Park – Still Enjoying Life

 

 

 

Tolliver had been dreaming as he stared out at the flowers, thinking how beautiful they were, and how he should help them grow. He imagined a massive red bloom growing before his eyes, and felt the urge to sing its praises and dance before it. That part of himself that hated greenery recoiled, but then something insidious spoke in the back of his mind: We are not greenery, we are reddery. Tolliver nodded to himself, nearly convinced, then realized with horror that his fingers were tapping a tune. Then came Atus' thunderclap. He stilled his fingers and with some effort heaved himself back to consciousness. Muscle memory took over, and he was on his feet, defoliants at hand, eyes narrowed. His head was still hazy, but he was back.

The Argos turned away from the grove before them and took a northward tackSpeed Roll with Volomotive Interface: 1, 3, 5, 6: Triumph! Only one box is added to the track. under Atus' direction, moving away from and around the copse of flowers and corpses, but keep it just in sight... just in case something happened.

As the ship got underway, Atus responded to the distant tune echoing through the grove with words of his own, set to a stronger meter than the chant-like melodies he had heard on the wind, calling out a rebuke and challenge to whatever lay deeper in the grove. As the last thunderous tumult of his words died down, there was an answer.

The voice that responded was multitudinous and deeply unsettling; it sounded like it came from a hundred mouths of all types, a quiet cacophony of buzzing, warbling, chittering, crunching, howling, and gnashing. It also sounded like it came from across the entire grove, and it sang in a bastardized, twisted version of low sour amalgamated and sung over with other tongues. Tharr and Atus recognized a few words in raka spit, and Tolliver a few gaudimm-like clicks; the voices seemed to be singing in a wide array of languages. The melody would have been soothing, had it not been sung by a horror of mismatched voices.

The Manticore's Song

Won't you lay down, come join us,
See her, praise her,
Worship with us, spread her seeds,
Free her, raise her.

Take care not to lose your way home
To us, to her,
Paradise awaits all who worship

Come worship her,
None turn away,
From her face glory can be found.
Come adore her,
You will come near,
And sing of her and become drowned.
Come dance for her,
Lay fertile ground,
Join us in worship and glory.

It was made more horrifying by the fact that Tolliver had begun singing it. Tharr, in a moment of panic, smacked the gau upside the head, and Tolliver came back to himself in a daze. His mind had been wandering again, lost in visions of red glory. The gau heard not horror, as the others did, but something beautiful. He realized he had taken another step towards the ship's edge again, and now that he was in control again, reeled himself backward.

Park emerged back on deck then, as annoyed with Atus' sudden movement away from the Grove as Tharr was relieved to be getting away from it. Park's sample was safely bottled up in the galley, and he stared wistfully over at the distant flowers. Then he looked over at Tolliver, and his eyes widened in a mixture of horror and delight. Tharr followed Park's gaze, and physically recoiled from Tolliver.

Growing from the back of Tolliver's neck was a red bloom, exactly the same as the one Park had taken from the spring fox, but larger. Park cast his eyes around for said spring fox, and caught sight of a blooming fox bounding rhythmically across the waves, deeper into the grove.

Atus remained oblivious to Tolliver's plight, his tempest-ridden brain already coming up with a response to the grove. Though, to be fair, the grove had not really responded to his rhymes, but had simply made its own maddening chanting understandable.

The Argos continued to sail away, and eventually reached the northernmost end of the Manticore grove, where it once again began its westward turn towards Angler's Spire.

OOC

A few interesting things resulting from this:

*Tharr and Tolliver are taking Mire from hearing the Grove chanting at them, and from Tolliver becoming infected. You can mark any Mire on your sheet; for Tharr, Ominous Omens Abound or I Fear Being Pulled Beneath the Waves seem appropriate, and for Tolliver, Everything needs a place would be quite... fitting. I will let you choose which mire to mark yourself, though.

*Tolliver has a new trait: Manticore Infestation! As you travel, the track will fill up; while any boxes are marked, Disaster! results on tests will result in something briefly overriding Tolliver's mind, and more chilling affects may become apparent as the track climbs higher. It can be reduced by any mire-reducing action or recovery-related actions, which will also grant a Manticore Bloom (though it may be damaged). Others can also clear a box by taking a Harvest action, and gain a Bloom for themselves. :) Tolliver is likely deeply upset by this development, as he has become infected by the very greenery he hates. Or rather, reddery. There are ways to recover from this infestation; Park may be able to whip something up, but you may need specialized knowledge. Or perhaps you can use it to your advantage; some say that all blooms bow to the Tyrant.

*Atus has gained a Whisper related to their rap/chant battle: Botanical Sirensong. A fun note about Whispers: they can be spent in most situations to force me to twist the situation in a way related to the whisper, including to gain a benefit to your action.

Atus can take another parting verbal shot at the Grove (though not with the same reward :P ) and you can do something about Tolliver (or he can do something to himself), and then someone else should take the wheel and watch for the next stage of the journey. :)

Morkskittar

Morkskittar

 

Canopy[X]-[X]-[ ]-[ ]

Journey to Angler's Spire

Atus – At the Helm (Cut a Path)

Tharr – Squirrel Hunting

Tolliver – On Watch

Park – Enjoying Life

 

 

 

Tolliver had been dreaming as he stared out at the flowers, thinking how beautiful they were, and how he should help them grow. He imagined a massive red bloom growing before his eyes, and felt the urge to sing its praises and dance before it. That part of himself that hated greenery recoiled, but then something insidious spoke in the back of his mind: We are not greenery, we are reddery. Tolliver nodded to himself, nearly convinced, then realized with horror that his fingers were tapping a tune. Then came Atus' thunderclap. He stilled his fingers and with some effort heaved himself back to consciousness. Muscle memory took over, and he was on his feet, defoliants at hand, eyes narrowed. His head was still hazy, but he was back.

The Argos turned away from the grove before them and took a northward tackSpeed Roll with Volomotive Interface: 1, 3, 5, 6: Triumph! Only one box is added to the track. under Atus' direction, moving away from and around the copse of flowers and corpses, but keep it just in sight... just in case something happened.

As the ship got underway, Atus responded to the distant tune echoing through the grove with words of his own, set to a stronger meter than the chant-like melodies he had heard on the wind, calling out a rebuke and challenge to whatever lay deeper in the grove. As the last thunderous tumult of his words died down, there was an answer.

The voice that responded was multitudinous and deeply unsettling; it sounded like it came from a hundred mouths of all types, a quiet cacophony of buzzing, warbling, chittering, crunching, howling, and gnashing. It also sounded like it came from across the entire grove, and it sang in a bastardized, twisted version of low sour amalgamated and sung over with other tongues. Tharr and Atus recognized a few words in raka spit, and Tolliver a few gaudimm-like clicks; the voices seemed to be singing in a wide array of languages. The melody would have been soothing, had it not been sung by a horror of mismatched voices.

The Manticore's Song

Won't you lay down, come join us,
See her, praise her,
Worship with us, spread her seeds,
Free her, raise her.

Take care not to lose your way home
To us, to her,
Paradise awaits all who worship

Come worship her,
None turn away,
From her face glory can be found.
Come adore her,
You will come near,
And sing of her and become drowned.
Come dance for her,
Lay fertile ground,
Join us in worship and glory.

It was made more horrifying by the fact that Tolliver had begun singing it. Tharr, in a moment of panic, smacked the gau upside the head, and Tolliver came back to himself in a daze. His mind had been wandering again, lost in visions of red glory. The gau heard not horror, as the others did, but something beautiful. He realized he had taken another step towards the ship's edge again, and now that he was in control again, reeled himself backward.

Park emerged back on deck then, as annoyed with Atus' sudden movement away from the Grove as Tharr was relieved to be getting away from it. Park's sample was safely bottled up in the galley, and he stared wistfully over at the distant flowers. Then he looked over at Tolliver, and his eyes widened in a mixture of horror and delight. Tharr followed Park's gaze, and physically recoiled from Tolliver.

Growing from the back of Tolliver's neck was a red bloom, exactly the same as the one Park had taken from the spring fox, but larger. Park cast his eyes around for said spring fox, and caught sight of a blooming fox bounding rhythmically across the waves, deeper into the grove.

Atus remained oblivious to Tolliver's plight, his tempest-ridden brain already coming up with a response to the grove. Though, to be fair, the grove had not really responded to his rhymes, but had simply made its own maddening chanting understandable.

The Argos continued to sail away, and eventually reached the northernmost end of the Manticore grove, where it once again began its westward turn towards Angler's Spire.

OOC

A few interesting things resulting from this:

*Tharr and Tolliver are taking Mire from hearing the Grove chanting at them, and from Tolliver becoming infected. You can mark any Mire on your sheet; for Tharr, Ominous Omens Abound or I Fear Being Pulled Beneath the Waves seem appropriate, and for Tolliver, Everything needs a place would be quite... fitting. I will let you choose which mire to mark yourself, though.

*Tolliver has a new trait: Manticore Infestation! As you travel, the track will fill up; while any boxes are marked, Disaster! results on tests will result in something briefly overriding Tolliver's mind, and more chilling affects may become apparent as the track climbs higher. It can be reduced by any mire-reducing action or recovery-related actions, which will also grant a Manticore Bloom (though it may be damaged). Others can also clear a box by taking a Harvest action, and gain a Bloom for themselves. :) Tolliver is likely deeply upset by this development, as he has become infected by the very greenery he hates. Or rather, reddery. There are ways to recover from this infestation; Park may be able to whip something up, but you may need specialized knowledge. Or perhaps you can use it to your advantage; some say that all blooms bow to the Tyrant.

*Atus has gained a Whisper related to their rap/chant battle: Botanical Sirensong. A fun note about Whispers: they can be spent in most situations to force me to twist the situation in a way related to the whisper, including to gain a benefit to your action.

Atus can take another parting verbal shot at the Grove (though not with the same reward :P ) and you can do something about Tolliver (or he can do something to himself), and then someone else should take the wheel and watch for the next stage of the journey. :)

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