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Horrible Butts posted:Just want to say I love this thread. The writing is great and the map revealing itself square by square is so lovely.
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Horrible Butts posted:Just want to say I love this thread. The writing is great and the map revealing itself square by square is so lovely.
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it's a really good thread and every update makes me smile! even the one where we died made me go "haha oh noooooooooo!!"
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Update 16: You start West on the cobblestone road, watching carefully as you go. Sure enough, just before that other grisly signpost, you spot the Chocolate Foltud confidently zipping along the other direction. You pass them and a Navy Dsunglodyte race fan in the trees.  Of course the Lavender Chasmonaj isn't too far behind. You pass with a sportsthinglike nod to them, near the pond where the Bubblegum Bufomyx tongues are drifting, then jog past the banner to the sand dunes beyond.   You arrive at cell B5: Bazaar Beach. Music. You feel like there's something special about this cell...  Having followed the cobblestone road as far West as it will go, you find yourself at another roundabout, this time on a sandy beach. All around the roundabout are more animal-pelt banners like the racing one just East of here, in different patterns and shapes, strung from logs stuck in the sand. Beneath the banners a whole foltud market of Chocolate Foltuds like your racing buddy are busy at work, their long furry arms reaching in and out of their big plated shells to swap items with each-other.  Of all the various pelts on display, one really stands out to you: it's like a whole cave of pelts, far out on the beach towards the ocean, with a little pelt flag on top flapping in the wind. The structure seems to be open, though there's no telling what ghastly plant remains might be holding it up. Still... While considering the pelt cave you notice two other things out on the beach, so far out the tide is lapping at them, though neither seems to mind. The first is a small metal bell on top of a crude stone pedestal, the other is a bright green bird-faced arthropod with pincers, which seems attentive to the bell. Huh. The beach continues to the North, while the Cobblestone Road leads away back East or continues South from here. The ocean blocks you to the West, and extends all the way to the Horizon. There's so much to investigate here, you decide to wait a little before picking your next destination.
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You are still at cell B5: Bazaar Beach. MusicHeather Papps posted:what's the deal with bells? rear end-penny posted:I agree, but maybe let's say hello to the arthropod first. They might know what the deal is. biosterous posted:proposing a sidequest: beach party You approach the bird-faced arthropod skittering in the surf, and get a closer look: they are an Emerald Psittuca, a green six-legged creature with a prominent beak, shiny feathers and no discernible eyes. Nonetheless they seem to detect you coming and let out a not-unfriendly "caw".  The psittuca does not think anything out loud at you, just points with its little two-pincered forearm to the bell. You approach the strange little metal dome, ever cautious, and tap it lightly with your flagellum. It lets out a delightful *ding*, and instantly the psittuca becomes excited and begins to dance, cawing loudly. You do a little dance too: alright, beach party! The party is short-lived however, as you are alerted to the Western ocean by an explosive sound! Where just a moment ago had seemed to only be rolling gray waves, suddenly there is a long dark shape with several smaller ones moving around on top of it, and a geyser of foamy water spewing up into the sky! And is the shape getting... bigger now? A moment later you can tell the shape is indeed moving towards you extremely fast. Then, it launches itself from the water with tremendous force! You briefly see the outline of the thing, a slug-faced mammal with a fluke, glittering in the sky, light yellowish-orange and colossal. It is a Peach Limaxcean, easily the biggest creature you've ever seen, and it is barreling through the air towards you!  You scramble backwards but are still knocked into the surf by the enormous impact as the limaxcean crashes into the wet sand before you. As you regain your footing you see the initial psittuca joining their fellows, an entire little tribe of skittery green bird-faces crawling out of the limaxcean's mouth and swinging from its dorsal fins and eyestalks. The limaxcean, seemingly unharmed by its brief flight and sudden stop, rolls to show you its underside, where a dozen stubby pectoral fins are gripping various objects, held out now as if to entice. It's obvious this creature is legendary in stature even before the brobdingagian beast introduces itself with a long, roaring thought: "Weeeeellllccoooooommeee. Meeeee Fraaaaaanc!"   You are still a little brain-tied as the psittucas surround you, some with little pincers empty, others gripping all manner of flowers. No longer silent, they chatter the same thoughts at you over and over. "Anemones! Anemones! Land anemones!" A few even come up close and try to touch your vegetable ears and brightly colored nose, but you recoil, confusing them. A couple psittucas confer with one another, but the thoughts are still the same. "Land anemones? Land anemones! Anemones???" Realizing that you have no "anemones" to offer, most of the psittucas return to the limaxcean and begin shoving it back into the sea with disappointed huffy thoughts. The original one returns to his post by the bell, and waves you away as if to clear the area for other customers. You start to apologize, but the enormous slug-whale still smiles at you. "Brriiiiiiing flooooowers" it thinks in its enormous rumbling thought-voice, and shows you a few of the many held items: a length of metal links, a long metal fork, even a curved wooden container that would terrify you if it wasn't so old and encrusted with undersea slime. "Traaaaaade wiiiiifffff Fraaaaaaanc!" You nod, still in awe at what has happened here. As Sandy Franc rolls back into the water and its 'crew' retake their posts, you make a mental note to come back some day with flowers. A couple of those items looked like they could be extremely useful.  There's still plenty to see on this beach: the foltud market is hoppin', and the cave of pelts beckons you to its mysterious dark interior.
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Personally I think we should check out the foltud market first, see if we have anything we can barter with them for. The use of flowers as currency to the psittuca and limaxcean is interesting and probably an easy fix considering all the cells with flowers we've already explored.
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how does the ocean water taste/feel/affect us? maybe poke it a little and see if it's nice like the river water or if it's way too salty or something.
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biosterous posted:how does the ocean water taste/feel/affect us? maybe poke it a little and see if it's nice like the river water or if it's way too salty or something. taste the surf
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Update 17: You are still at cell B5: Bazaar Beach. Music. biosterous posted:how does the ocean water taste/feel/affect us? maybe poke it a little and see if it's nice like the river water or if it's way too salty or something. Heather Papps posted:taste the surf As you return to dry land you take a moment to taste the ocean with your flagellum, which is totally a thing you do! But you sort of wish you hadn't; this water is a bit salty for a river plant like you to use. It'd serve in a desperate moment, but the real problem you notice is the lack of any soil to plant yourself in. Once you're done in this cell you should probably consider moving somewhere you can eat, either some bugs or maybe a stand in nice nutritious dirt with your leaves turned starward. This sand and salt-water stuff isn't doing it for you. rear end-penny posted:Personally I think we should check out the foltud market first, see if we have anything we can barter with them for.  You shake your foliage dry and return to the ring of banners surrounding the Western roundabout. At first you have a merry time looking at all the nice items on display, generally smaller and more basic things than were being peddled under the limaxcean (who has by now been rolled almost entirely back into the ocean by ever-attendant psittucas), but in greater amounts and varieties. Lovely, lovely items. However, you quickly notice that the foltuds who run this market don't seem that enthusiastic to deal with you. Like, at all. You attempt to address one directly, but they eye you suspiciously with their compound eyes and think nothing back at you before turning away. A few more foltuds give you the cold shoulder too, which is all the more withering with the added coldness of a testudine shell. Finally you find a foltud who is loudly thought-casting about their wares and you just bounce right up to them, but the response is still the same. As soon as they see your leaves instead of fur, that you are a plant and not a mammal like them, they just keep advertising to the crowd, as if you weren't there. You get the feeling you would need at least one trait in common with these foltuds for them to trade basic items with you. It seems a little rude, honestly, but that's the harsh truth of business. So few creatures are willing to barter fairly outside their own phenotype. It makes you sad to think about it too much. Rarity posted:The circus tent! The circus tent! Finally you come to the cave of pelts.  With Sandy Franc back out to sea the sole remaining psittuca watches you curiously from their post up-shore at the behemoth-summoning bell, while you carefully peel back the flap of animal fur at the constructed cave's entrance and peer inside. You hesitate for a moment, watching the strip of fur atop the structure flipping and twisting in the salty ocean wind, under an ominous overcast sky. Curiosity finally wins out against your concerns. You chirp a half-hearted echolocation ping as you enter, the flap closing behind you with surprising weight against the wind. The picture that bounces back to your vegetable ears astounds you. Under a ventilated dome of countless varied animal hides, stitched together with old, sea-battered leather strips from across a zoological megaspectrum, are a multitude of metal containers. They simmer in a bunch atop a stone-ringed, well-tended bed of fiery coals, and in the sand around the fire are large flat-topped boulders, much like the one you saw earlier holding up the bell. And just like there, these are being used to hold up items, handled ones mostly, in arrays of sizes and points and lengths. You are dazzled by the complexity of some of them. You feel a rumbling, and suddenly there are thoughts coming from behind you! "Greetings! Greetings? Yes? You! Yes! Greetings! Greetings to you!" You jolt back and spin to see an enormous (not limaxcean enormous but still) blue-green mole-faced reptile with multi-fingered limbs towering over you! But how? As you look to either side you see it now: behind the creature, which is wearing a pelt and a skull around its waist, a trap door of even more hides has been hinged up, over a rocky pit in the sand. You must have walked right over it as you entered the cave of pelts, and now your exit is completely blocked by this huge skull-kilted Turquoise Squatata!  The squatata draws great powerful snootfulls of air past you through their ornate multi-probed nose. You can tell just from looking at their withered eyes and scaly head that the squatata is blind and probably mostly deaf, or possibly deaf and probably mostly blind, somewhere in there. They seem to mostly be interested in smelling, and wiggling the long proboscises that radiate from their big curving nostrils, which are right in your face now. Little sparks of electricity occasionally arc between them as the creature sniffs you up and down. "Greetings to you, *sniff sniff* bat-faced vegetable whip! *Sniff sniff* Yes! Yes, bat-faced vegetable, like the ear-leaf pads on the river, aren't you? Yes! yes! In! *Sniff* Do come in!" You feel a little more at-ease once the squatata clears the entrance, and also it's nice to be recognized- they even seem to know your family! How nice! "But. But! You. You're not from the river, are you? *Sniff sniff* No. Uh-uh! Nope!" The squatata shuffles to their boulders, two tales curling over the sand, on what you now see to be wide feet with at least seven or eight toes on each one. As they pick up one of the handled items you see there are just as many fingers on each upper appendage too. How do they keep track of them all? The squatata approaches you with the small tool, and politely tugs up on one of your nostrils with it. They take a deep sniff of you up close, and you feel the static shock from their nose-star arms. "*Sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiff* Nope. Nope! No! No matter how you look, you are not from around here at all, are you, little hatchling? Ha! Funny. Funny! Ha". You don't precisely know what the squatata means, but before you can inquire they have taken the tool from your nostril, and are sniffing at the tangle of pollen that came with. "Mm hmm! This old squatata hasn't had such a distant visitor in a long time. Long. Long! LONG time!" The squatata tugs at its belt, showing the lovely skull belt-buckle. You have to admit, even when you were terrified, you had been impressed by it. "This squatata knows all the creatures of this land! Yes! See? See! Pelts! Leathers! Trophies!!!" After having spent so much time in the other markets on this beach, you had really started to wonder what this strange tall sniffing lizard person was actually selling in their cave of pelts, but it turns out to be lovely: animal remains! Delightfully treated and posed bones, skins and more, all sorts of preserved animal remains, which the squatata cooks down and infuses chemicals into with slow-boiling pots of foul-smelling goo. Fun! They happily show the fine craftsthingship of their work to you, and you adore every moment. It's a nice change of pace from those hideous plant-matter sculptures you've seen before. You like art, but that just crossed a line. After a while the squatata laughs, obviously happy to have such an attentive audience. They take another deep sniff. "You. You? You! You're not the first one to land, are you little hatchling?" You stare for a moment, not knowing what your new friend means. But they wave it away with a fan of digits. "Remember? No? Oh well. Not important! Not important. What's important is, you're not the first one down this time. And that means odd remains!!! Yes! Odd remains for this old squatata, ha ha! Yes!" Once again you are at a loss, and the next mighty sniff of the squatata's nostrils shocks you in multiple spots bad enough you see white for a moment. "You... *sniiiiiiiiff* you were red once. Red and, *sniiiiiiff* speckled." You definitely don't recall ever being red and speckled, you've always been orange and striped. But, something about that combination does sound vaguely familiar. You briefly contemplate what colors smell like with an electric nose, but the concept makes your brain hurt. The squatata smiles a wide, scaley smile under their wriggling nose-star. "Yes! Yes!! Red! Speckled! *Sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiff* and... stone!" they laugh, and dance about the cave of pelts merrily. You want to celebrate too but, wait, you were made... of rock once? The squatata's dancing brings them back around to you, and they begin to shake your flagella vigorously with all 16-ish fingers on both hands. "Yes! Agreed! You will bring this old squatata the odd remains, and a masterpiece will be made together! Yes! Yes! Red! Speckled! Rocks!" You watch your new friend dance about and poke at their boiling pots chanting "Red! Speckled! Rocks!" for a while. You'll definitely keep a lookout for any "odd remains" like red speckled rocks. For the life of you, you can't tell what it is that's so familiar about red speckled rocks.  You finally feel like you've seen everything there is to see on this crowded beach, for now at least. You're certain that you'll return some day, if you can ever get the things the locals want to trade for (if they're willing to trade at all). The sandy shore continues to the North, while the cobblestone road goes back East, and continues South. 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A nice juicy update! Giving us a lot to think about, OP.Barking Gecko posted:We should go someplace where we can eat. Maybe near the pond two cells east of us would be a suitable place to regain some energy. I voted east to the pond and explore north, I'm really looking to break for a snack via other lifeforms or nutrients from the dirt and starlight before venturing through the clearing. The Turquoise Squatata was very cool, I hope we meet them again with our stripped plant buddy. I do wish the foltuds were a little more agreeable like their racing cousin. It is what it is I suppose.
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biosterous posted:east to the pond, relax and munch on dirt and starlight (and maybe bugs if there are any) and heading north sounds like a good plan! |
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Stoner Sloth posted:definitely time for some plant food! good thinking rear end-penny Decades of playing pen and paper games have taught me to listen carefully when the gm tells you something. Credit for the idea really goes to BoldFrankensteinMir. Speaking of... Stoner Sloth posted:thanks for running this friend!
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Update 18 You leave the beach with its flapping banners and flopping behemoths behind you, and return inland by the cobblestone road, past the checkered banner and toward the pond. Your racing friends are nowhere to be seen, but you expect you'll cross paths eventually.  Finally back on fertile soil, you plant your flagella deep underground and fluff your coat of orange leaves to catch a hearty meal of starlight. You make sure to do so North of the road, as the bufomyx tongues still swirl on the pond's surface to the South. Everyone's got to eat, you suppose. And as groovy as eating photons is, you've been known to crunch an insect corpse or two yourself. Makes you think.  As you dine, just as expected your old friends the racing foltud and chasmonaj return. You are surprised to see the chasmonaj, completely exhausted, coiled on the back of the foltud's shell, who dutifully carries their competitor back to the finish line.  You can't help but smile; just because some foltuds were rude to you doesn't mean all foltuds are. You share a friendly wave as they plod past, mandibles clacking a happy rhythm as they go. Finally you have had your fill of delicious starlight, and with a satisfying burp you unearth your rooty tendrils and head North, through the forest clearing. You feel great!  You move to cell D4: Burrow Bluffs. Music  The woods to the north open up to a grassy field, with the beginning of an exposed cliff rising Eastward from a tuck in the landscape littered with stones. As you approach the cliff side, you notice a series of large holes dug into the exposed strata, near where the plains split. Each one recedes deep into darkness, there's no guessing how far. This would be the perfect place to get on top of the cliffs by continuing North through the grass, or you could go East along the bottom of the cliff, where another clearing leads back into a part of the woods you've never seen. You could return South to the cobblestone road and from there go racing or visiting family or whatever. Or, the fields stretch West from here too, past the last few stray poplicot trees and towards, eventually, the ocean. You're spoiled for exits! Poll 18.1: Cliffs, Ands or Butts
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Update 19 You climb to cell D3: Vaporous Vents. Music  You climb away from the curling cliff's edge, northward, up a grassy incline that seems to grow wilder with every step. You admire the tenacity of these tall grasses, clinging to crags and crevices, finding footing in rock patches that become more prominent with every bit of height you gain. As a vegetable, you can relate- too much more altitude and rocky soil, you'll be past the point you can plant yourself either. You are all the more shocked for your sympathies, however, when you see something big, fluffy and yellow grazing high up the slope.  It's too far away to make out any details, but it's bright yellow, and devouring plants messily! But whatever it is, it hops nimbly away along the hillside and is gone before you can take another step.  Around where the creature had been grazing (plant-eater! Monstrous!), the rocky patches in grass start to become grassy patches in rock, with the added feature of large fuming pits here and there. While at first you're reminded of your smoldering crater home, these smoking holes seem a lot more active than the lightly simmering stomping ground of your youth. The glowing embers drifting on heat-wavering updrafts give you the most pause. But, just a little bit higher up, you can see patches of pointy little flowers growing between the fuming vents in the slope. This place is not what you might call hospitable, but every clime is somebody's home, you're learning. You can continue climbing North through the heat-belching vents. Or, you could return to the cliff's edge and follow it East, without losing really any height ultimately. Or you could follow that yellow thing wherever it ran, to the West, which slopes back down towards the ocean. Or there's always South! Footraces, family time, exploring! From this height you have a great view of the forest in all its beauty beneath you. And it's a lovely day. Poll 19.1: Vents? Or Circumvents?
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biosterous posted:yellow creature seems too scary right now! maybe somebody else will get to make friends with it someday. this all sounds sensible, definitely would like to get the flowers but cautiously and yeah that big yellow creature seems like it might be best avoided for now since it is a plant eater e: also try to take advantage of the view and see if there's anything interesting we can spot from here in the forest
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BoldFrankensteinMir posted:-To the SouthEast, you see a clearing between the trees and the cliffs, with some kind of stone circle in it. It's not a smoldering crater, you know those pretty well at this point, although the center of it is a deep black. A sparkling black even, almost like stars... this looks very interesting
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rear end-penny posted:>help probosscipod yeah, this seems like the BYOB thing to do frankly!
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The polls are closed! You thank the proboscipod with a friendly smile, then immediately draw attention to their emotional state and offer assistance with a cheerfully blunt naiveté. The look of tremendous shock, disappointment and shame on their great wrinkly face makes you regret this decision instantly: they are clearly hurt by your aggressive over-familiarity, no matter how good your intent was. "I'm not sad! I'm fine! It's none of your business anyway!" sniffles the sad maroon creature and turns away from you in a huff. "I'm sorry I said anything to you, now please leave me alone". Although you regret your choice of words there's nothing you can do about them now. Perhaps if you come back later you can try again? You are still at cell E3: Contemplation Crag. Music You check your itinerary again, at least partially as just something to do with your appendages while this awkward social situation plays out. Going North through the fuming pits, while conceivable, seems really dangerous at the moment. You could also continue along the cliff to the East, though it seems to be getting narrower with every step. Or you could go back West, return to the road for any number of quick trips around the map, or explore new grounds. Wherever you go, you should probably give your new acquaintance some time alone. You've done enough already. Poll 20.2: Open Mouth, Insert Flagellum
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well heck! i guess we were too forward, darn. i'm interested on more east, personally - we've nearly linked up with some previous exploration, and it's ways great to fell holes in a map
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Feb 2, 2021 18:47
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I concur, as long as the cliff is wide enough for us to be safe on I think we should keep following it. Edit: that was a bummer about our elephant faced buddy, hopefully we can figure out a tact to take next time and get them to open up some. |
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The polls are closed! With one last concerned glance at your new elephant-faced friend you continue past them, Eastward along the cliff, and silently wish them well.
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