Hello and Welcome my fellow Anons and Fans, to what I hope will be an exciting romp through the town and surrounding area of Habit! The name of the game is survival through adapting to scenarios that develop as the story progresses. This being my first time at the reigns, I hope it doesn't disappoint!
Profiles for your Creatures go here, and please take a few minutes to read over the Rules of the Event. Hopefully this will lessen confusion!
Length of the Story: Starting with your Creature's introduction after Nightfall, you have 14 days, Oct. 15-29th. How the story goes: Each day the citizens of Habit and the neighboring town will go about their business as normal townsfolk typically do. You will play as a Creature of your own design, arriving with the strange fog that enveloped the town one crisp Autumn evening. The course of the story changes with every interaction made by the townies and the Creatures, be they good or bad.
Each day (save Nightfall) will be broken up into a Day/Night stage, the shifts happening after 8am and around 8pm EST. At these times, a recap will be given of the events that had happened in the third post of this thread. Be sure to pay attention to these, as they may hold clues for future scenarios. The layout of Habit: Nestled within a clearing of a deep forest, this quaint town is divided by a swift flowing river. Along its banks are the only Inn around the area and the Smithy, along with a few residences. The Town Hall sits near the center of the town, before the bridge that connects to two parts, near the Provisions house where Beety, Otis and Nikole live. The Woodsman's hut lies near the edge of the forest, along the far side of town, close to the Twigg's farmhouse. A lone Church stands to the side opposite the entrance to the town, a tiny walkway leading to a gated cemetery behind it. A short winding path from the town gate connects Habit to a neighboring village, making it quiet lively with travelers and residents alike
Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 4:29 pm
Creatures of Habit Contest Information:
What's that? A contest? Yes, my dear friends, there is indeed a contest!
For you see, being the game is survival, what constitutes survival? Adaptability and quick and clever thinking! I will be keeping my eye out for the Creature who has the most clever ways of getting out of sticky situations, or getting through situations in general!
The reward: An in-depth drawing of your Creature plus this month's Monthly Collectible Letter!
Whispering Minstrel Crew
Headstrong Daredevil
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Whispering Minstrel Crew
Headstrong Daredevil
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 4:30 pm
The Story Thus Far:
Day One:Nightfall The Creatures have arrived, dispersing throughout the forest and areas of Habit
Day Two: Morning- The citizens of Habit, concerned about the events of the previous night, try to go into their daily routine. The Huntress made her way back home with a kill, but did not realize she was being followed by the Galemn. The Farmer thinks of building a fence to protect his crops.
Day Two: Evening- As townsfolk settled in for the night, a group a bar patrons began traveling on the road that connects the two towns. Most made it home without incident, but one was separated from the group and began wandering aimlessly in the woods. Goopy the green slime monster makes his appearance in Habit, shortly joined by the Galemn, antics ensue and now the innkeepers pet is lost in the woods with the slime. The Galemn has fallen asleep in front of the Twiggs farmhouse, and dawn is fast appraoching.
Day Three: Morning- Martha grows frantic trying to find Cailly, to which she hysterically blames the healer for disposing of her. Yvenne gave her some strong sleeping herbs that knocked her out for most of the day, resulting in the bar being closed for the evening. The missing bar patron is still lost, roaming the woods somewhere. Cailly and Goopy have a grand time playing in the woods and coming across Trents woodpile. Leira sprains her wrist by tripping over the Galemn, and is now in the process of trying to lead it away from the town. Nikole recovers from her cold thanks to Yvenne's medicine and should be fit to deliver mail tomorrow.
Day Three: Evening- Trent finds Cailly in the woodpile and returns her to the inn, Goopy following close behind. The Galemn brings an elk back to the farmhouse, much to the dismay of the Huntress, and the Twiggs work through the night to prepare it for curing. The lost bar patron stumbles upon a ramshackle hut in the middle of the woods, where a cheery fire is burning and there seems to be something simmering in a pot hanging over it. Yvenne voices some concerns about the slime trail she saw earlier to Otis as he prepared to begin his watch.
Day Four: Morning- Events are starting to heat up within the tiny town. Nikole leaves for her first day back on the job of being the town's Mail-carrier, worrying her grandmother to no end. Goopy makes his way within the Inn, only to be intoxicated and captured by Yvenne the Healer. The Cait Sith spooks a maid into a frenzy, and Silho the shade-creature investigates the inn. People in the next town over begin to worry about the disappearance of the lost bar patron, and the Galemn escapes from the storage house, finds a friend in the Farmers only cow, and prepares to defend the farm from a pack of wolves in the Twiggs absence.
(Summary of Day 4 night-Day 5): Annalise the maid makes an enemy out of the cait sith, resulting in Martha's entryway and part of the bar being a wreck. Silho causes some mischief with the cat's shadow, but was subdued by a little light froma candle, slinking into Yvenne and the cat's shadows and munching on some of the apple's shade. The Galemn wins this fight against the wolf pack, and is rewarded by the twins by letting it stay at their farm as a guardian of the farm animals, and Leira's companion on hunts. Goopy was captured, and then managed to get free again, and he and Cailly will continue in their antics.
Day Six- Morning:
Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 4:33 pm
~Day One- Nightfall~
It had begun like any other day, the sun rising high above the treeline, its shining rays ushering in a cool Autumn morning. Sleepy townsfolk stirred from their beds, blinking bleary eyes and setting out to the days work. It all had the hum of a peaceful existence, each sending smiles and waves to the other, the cheerful shouts of children playing on the bank of the river that meandered its way through the town center. Rows of golden crops shining like a precious treasure as the light strikes the tops of grains and stalks, signaling the coming of harvest time.
As the people worked, some cast eyes toward a gathering of clouds forming in the sky to the west. Was a storm approaching? It was pondered upon, but eventually it left the forefront of their minds. If it came it came, not something to worry too greatly about.
Afternoon eventually made its way to dusk, and the clouds had stretched across the sky, the setting sun turning them shades of orange and violet. They had grown in size, some began to worry if it was to be a howler...
But the rains never came, something much more frightening was about to happen to their little town.
Night fell, and with it an inky black from the clouds hiding the sky above. It brought a feeling of unease with it, many lighting candles within their houses to give any semblance of light. That feeling grew worse with each passing moment, as something was creeping its way through the town. A thick blanket of fog swirling and lapping at the sides of the houses. It seemed to shimmer with an oily light, casting odd shadows around the town. Frightful images, visions of teeth, claws and glowing eyes coming from within the darkness. Then the sounds came, scrapping along the wood siding, snarls and growls, footfalls of things not of this wood. Not many could sleep, for fear of what lurked outside...
It was far from home now. It had no home to speak of anyway now. No matter how often the creature had stared at the flooded ruin of it's home, the sprogs, or the mate would not come out. Time to move on, nothing but loss here. Days later the forest of habit had a rather foreign denizen.
The large swamp-dweller found itself in a forest, a small stream to guide it's way. Listening to the sound of the water, it made it's way through the fog and gloom. The days travel had been hard, and the stream was cool. The creature settled down for the night, a cool drink to usher it into slumber.
Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 6:56 am
Morning of Day Two
The day dawned once again over the small town of Habit, but the air was still, lacking the normal hustle and bustle of the Townsfolk. The event of the night frightening a majority of the citizens into staying a few extra moments within the relative safety of their homes. Windows opened just a sliver, eyes glancing around for any sign of the sources of the strange noises. When none were to be found, the people grew braver, opening their doors and stepping outside to see if anything had changed.
Suddenly, a shrill voice rang out, "My garden! Look at what happened to my beautiful garden!"
Eyes turned to a willowy woman with shocking blue hair, her expression one of horror toward what had transpired to her petunias. The innkeeper looked quite close to fainting, one of her maids fanning her with a floral pattered fan vigorously. As the people gathered around, admittedly a little irritated by her reaction, they saw the reason for her worry. A large print could be seen, along with a grouping of squashed flower petals and stems, deeply stamped within the soft earth.
"Geez, Martha...did that critter of yours suddenly grow ten sizes?" came a nervous laugh from the local Woodsman. Martha gave a sniff at this, cutting a glance toward the burly man.
"My Cailly would never do anything like this, Trent. She is a sweet-tempered thing. Not a rampaging, flower killing beast!" she snapped back at him, hand going defensively to the orange fluff that hung around her shoulders. Trent rolled his eyes, smiling in a hope to put the woman at ease.
"Whatever did that...was it also the thing that was outside my door last night, scrapping and scratching? Couldn't get a lick a sleep, and the kids were frightened to death," another voice came up, followed by a chorus of like stories. The people began to grow frantic with worry, until a thin, balding man with a white tuft of hair shakily stepped forward.
"P-people...lets all c-calm down now..." he stammered out, raising hands as if to ward off the fears of the people. "I-I know we a-are all a l-l-little concerned a-about what hap-happened, b-but I th-think we all know wh-who would have s-some answers."
Faces turned to a small group clustered toward the edge of the gathering. A stooped elderly man in a charcoal black cloak and tall hat stood with a short, plump lady with steel grey hair tied in a tight bun. A young girl in over sized clothes and a floppy hat sat at their feet absently petting a shaggy grey dog. The aged man gave a grunt, stepping forward with his gnarled cane to address the townsfolk.
"Well...on the rounds last nigh' I saw a fog come in. Thick stuff, and glown'. Then there were shapes all in it...big'n small shapes, odd lookin' ones. I was gonna call fer ol'Sam, but it passed quickly enough into the forest. I think whatever was innit is gone now, maybe jus curious like animals usually are." The Nightwatchman spoke levelly, a raspy tone to his voice. His long beard twitched with every word and intake of breath. He finished with a clearing of his throat, giving a curt nod back to the town leader.
The nervous man's lips twitched in a smile, obviously reassured by the words, and bobbed his head back to the folks, "S-see? Nothing to w-worry about...we c-can all relax a-and go about our l-lives."
The people spoke among themselves, eventually breaking up and going back to their normal routines...well...most of them anyway...
Deep within the forest, a pair of eyes watched from a gnarled tree limb as their prey entered into a clearing. It was a young boar, tusks barely starting to peek from under its snout. Shuffling about, smelling the ground for any tasty tubers, it was completely unaware of the huntress as she arched her bow, knocking an arrow and lining it up with her quarry. Pulling the string until it was taut, she held her breath for a few seconds to steady her aim, and let the arrow fly. It struck suddenly, hitting the boar in the fleshy bit right above the shoulder. It shrieked, flailing about in surprise before bolting into the brush. The huntress wasn't concerned though, eyeing the droplets of blood that fell from the soon to pass creature. She smiled, feeling rather pleased with herself on a hunt well done.
Climbing down from her perch, she made her way through the foliage to where the animal lay, eyes already glazing over. Picking it up and saddling it on her shoulders, she began to make her way back through the forest to her and her brothers farm. She remembered their conversation from the morning, about how some of the animals were spooked, and that odd sounds were coming from the town proper. If something had traveled into their part of the wood, she didn't want to hang around cleaning and skinning the animal out in the open, just in case it attracted something she wasn't quite prepared to deal with.
Meanwhile, her brother was busying himself with checking the crop fields. It appeared to him that something made a path through some of the grains, a loss he was not all that happy about. But, it was done, and there wasn't much he could do about it, except try to make sure nothing like it happened again. Perhaps he could talk to Trent later about a fencing project. Scratching his head under the straw cap, he proceeded to go and try and settle his only cow. She had been startled by something near her pen last night, and hadn't quite calmed down enough for him to try and milk her. Peeking into the barn, he frowned slightly at the sight of her still pacing around nervously. After failing to console her earlier, he decided that maybe it would be best to let her be for a while longer, he'd already almost been kicked once today.
He thought about heading to the town, but thought better about it. Whatever came last night may return while he was gone. He wasn't about to take that chance.
Deep within the forest, a pair of eyes watched from a gnarled tree limb as their prey entered into a clearing. It was a young boar, tusks barely starting to peek from under its snout. Shuffling about, smelling the ground for any tasty tubers, it was completely unaware of the huntress as she arched her bow, knocking an arrow and lining it up with her quarry. Pulling the string until it was taut, she held her breath for a few seconds to steady her aim, and let the arrow fly. It struck suddenly, hitting the boar in the fleshy bit right above the shoulder. It shrieked, flailing about in surprise before bolting into the brush. The huntress wasn't concerned though, eyeing the droplets of blood that fell from the soon to pass creature. She smiled, feeling rather pleased with herself on a hunt well done.
Climbing down from her perch, she made her way through the foliage to where the animal lay, eyes already glazing over. Picking it up and saddling it on her shoulders, she began to make her way back through the forest to her and her brothers farm. She remembered their conversation from the morning, about how some of the animals were spooked, and that odd sounds were coming from the town proper. If something had traveled into their part of the wood, she didn't want to hang around cleaning and skinning the animal out in the open, just in case it attracted something she wasn't quite prepared to deal with.
Galemnius
After shaking the dew off its head, the big lumbering lizard groggily set off to find nourishment for the morning.
<> After digging under random trees for a short while the Galemn was quite disappointed. With dirt still on its snout it sat up on its thick hind legs. <> Upon hearing the shriek of a freshly wounded boar a broad smile crossed its scaly features. It took off at a heavy gait kicking up dirt as it ran. After following the noises last direction a thought crossed its mind. <> The big lizard skidded to a halt and attempted to stalk quietly to where the scent of boar blood was steadily thickening. <> It picked up a scent of something that wasn't a boar, it decided to follow. <> After a few minutes, it raised it's head above the forest foliage. It saw the Hunter, carrying her prize. The sight briefly brought memories back. <> Saddened, it slumped a little where it stood. Suddenly realizing the boar was what it had originally come after, the Galemn resumed following the strange thing with the boar...
Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 5:36 pm
Evening of Day Two
"Do ya reckon those things'll come back tonight?" a bar patron asked his friends quietly over a pint of amber liquid, eyes glancing towards the windows for any sign of the mysterious fog that Old Otis had seen the night previous. Ever an ear for gossip, Martha slid herself closer to the drinker's group, pretending to clean a glass with a dish towel
"Naw...you heard what the old man had said...thems just curious critters. We won't have anythin' to wory about," his rather tipsy friend said with a laugh, before rising from his chair. The others at the table followed suit, leaving their coin on the table and sidling out of the bar. Talk spread fast between the two towns, pretty soon everyone had heard of the fog and strange things that had come with it, but no one had yet to see anything of them. The group that had exited the bar was now heading their way toward Habit's main gate, beginning to travel the dark and winding path that connected the two towns.
Otis bid his wife farewell, ruffling the red mop of his granddaughters hair before whistling for the grey dog to come. He set out on his nightly rounds around the town, keeping his gaze firmly on the forest edge. His gnarled branch of a cane making dull thumping sounds on the ground as he walked.
All the other folk headed to bed, hoping that this night would be more peaceful than the last.
Goopy had never been this far from the cave before, swept to this mysterious new place by that strange fog. At first Goopy had been timid, keeping to the forest away from the bright sun that made his jelly body stiff and hard to move, but now that it was nighttime Goopy decided to be curious and head for this odd assortment of brick and wood, leaving a slimey trail as he trudged his way towards the town.
Following the river bank towards town, Goopy came across the Inn first, finding a few barrels near the back door. With curiosity as his driving force, Goopy slimed his way vertically up the barrel, finding inside- apples! Goopy happily made his home in the barrel, absorbing the apples into himself and sitting there in the barrel to digest them contently.
Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 7:09 pm
Mister Monster Guy
Whispering Minstrel
Shao Kashana
Goopy had never been this far from the cave before, swept to this mysterious new place by that strange fog. At first Goopy had been timid, keeping to the forest away from the bright sun that made his jelly body stiff and hard to move, but now that it was nighttime Goopy decided to be curious and head for this odd assortment of brick and wood, leaving a slimey trail as he trudged his way towards the town.
Following the river bank towards town, Goopy came across the Inn first, finding a few barrels near the back door. With curiosity as his driving force, Goopy slimed his way vertically up the barrel, finding inside- apples! Goopy happily made his home in the barrel, absorbing the apples into himself and sitting there in the barrel to digest them contently.
A slinky shadow snuck across the back door of the inn, eight tiny digits scritching the wooden floor as they moved quickly to the frame. The small grippers that were so used to scaling the papery bark of the island trees from where it lived easily climbed the rough hewn wood to the handle. The spikey furred marapie chittered for a few seconds, trying to remember how to open the strange contraption that the giant things came through. Settling for just hopping on the thing, it bounced and wriggled until a faint creak was heard. It perked its head up at that, snaking its body around to see the dark outside as the door slowly opened. It did not like the dark, but it had to go out there! Eyes lighting on the barrel that contained its favorite treats, it skittered down the door and up to the edge of the barrels opening, peering down into it for any sign of the tasty red things. It was fairly disappointed to not see them in there, instead witnessing them slowly begin to dissolve within a great big...THING. Cocking its head to the side, it chirped at the green thing that was consuming its apples.
As Goopy began to dissolve the apples into his body, he began to take on a texture not unlike applesauce, and even smell faintly of apples as well... Well, the apples didn't do much to mask his normal acidic smell, but it was a smell nonetheless.
Goopy was hoping for an uneventful night full of his favorite hobby, digesting. But that would not be so as the innkeeper's pet had stumbled upon Goopy, who responded by blubbering and squishing down into the bottom of the barrel with a -shlorp-, hoping the strange furry creature didn't have cruel intentions for Goopy.
Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 7:42 pm
Mister Monster Guy
At the sudden squishy noise, the fuzzy pet dropped down to cling outside the barrel, just below the lip. When nothing else happened, it pulled its head back over to stare curiously at the now sweet-smelling thing. Was this like the stuff the shrill-voiced one made for others to eat? Continuing to sniff the air around it, it slowly made its way down to the inside of the barrel, pincer-like toes keeping a firm hold on the sides to not slip in. Face not a centimeter away from the slime monster, it stuck out little pink tongue and licked the green thing.
Not a good idea.
The fur immediately bristled, it was not food. Not one bit. Swiftly retreating back to the top of the barrel, chittering angrily and shaking its head a few times to try and remove the taste, it stared down at the thing that smelled like food but was not food, wondering what to make of it.
Goopy seemed pleased when his sounds made the furry one retreat, but it was only momentarily, it wasn't long before the furry one was heading down towards Goopy, with Goopy now trapped at the bottom with nowhere to go as this creature stuck out its tongue to eat him, how could it end like this-
Oh, so this creature hasn't evolved to eat acidic Gooplings. At least that's what Goopy assumed from the sudden retreat and angry chattering. Or maybe Goopy is just that tough of a Goopling! Yes, that must surely be the reason. And what is it that a tough Goopling would do in this situation?
...Sit and be trapped in the barrel. Right. Stuck to the bottom of a barrel. Your ancestors would be proud, Goopy. They would also be very proud of your pathetic wibblings to try and get back up the side of the barrel. When this didn't work Goopy blubbered quietly and sadly at the bottom of the barrel before coming up with a plan, wiggling the barrel back and forth until it finally fell on its side. Freedom! Goopy oozed his way out of the barrel, this was much better.
Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 8:23 pm
Mister Monster Guy
The pet chirped away at the slime, in its head probably telling it off for smelling like food when it isn't, lies! All of the lies! It continued watch as the slime tried to climb up the side of the barrel, but since it could not get a purchase on the wood, it slid back down into a puddle at the bottom. Feeling a little sorry for the bad-tasting green blob, the furry critter tried to encourage it by squeaking and wiggling about. But then it changed tactics!
One second the barrel was still, the next it was rocking back and forth! The fuzzy thing tried to keep its balance at the top, but eventually the container fell on its side, rolling slightly on the grass. Feet skittering to the top once again, it watched the green slime make its way out of the wooden prison. Giving excited squeaks and bouncing on the barrel, it suddenly realized that they were not quite on level ground anymore...the barrel started to roll!
Feet darting a mile a minute to stay on the upper part, the barrel began its decent down a grassy hill.
Goopy had done it, Goopy was free! And even the strange furry creature seemed happy for Goopy's success. Maybe you're not such a bad furry thing after all-
Was the barrel moving? It was, it was heading down the hill with the furry friend on top! Oh no! He slimed as fast as he could down the hill, but Gooplings are not fast creatures, so he had no chance of keeping up. But Goopy is not a quitter! Hang on friend, Goopy is coming! ...Eventually!
