((Hey guys! I wanted to try out this format for a "play at your own pace" ORP. You're welcome to respond to these prompts at will, you can interact with others if you want. This thread will be open for one week, at which point I will write a wrap-up post and submit it for redemption (Sunday 4/26 @ 5 pm EST). So get your posts in if you want your 750 words!
Feel free to post intros and outros and RP beyond the four rolls if you want/need more word count. Ysalone will hang around throughout the duration of the RP so she is always open for interaction.))
Ysalone hated Blackbriar Bog. Hated it beyond comprehension. It smelled terrible, the air itself seemed poisoned. Everything about the place felt simply hostile and she couldn't wrap her head around why Roamer seemed so determined to help. They'd made their first visit a few days ago, camping on the edge of the bog, just out of reach of that toxic air. Each time they spent only as much time as they could withstand inside the bog (which, for Ysalone, was not much).
But she had accepted the fact that Roamer had some strange attachment to this place, which called to him somehow, as if it knew it needed water. And so, knowing that they would likely be spending more time here, Ysalone had decided to organize a communal resource pile. Anything to make the place seem slightly more hospitable.
"We need whatever we can get to help us survive out here," she said, addressing whichever nouls had heeded her request for help and shown up to provide it. "I think we should all pitch in to help, work together to look for supplies that might be useful, and keep it in a community stash that everyone can use should they venture into the bog."
She glanced toward that horrid place, already feeling dread bubble up inside at the thought of having to go back. The doe stifled a sigh. The things she would put up with for her friend and mentor.
"Things like sticks and branches sturdy enough to build shelter. Bowls for carrying supplies. Waterskins that we can use to fill up on clean water elsewhere. Anything that can help make our stay out here... less unpleasant." She smiled grimly. "I know that bar is low. But if we all work together, we might be able to make this place seem a little more hopeful. And if we can manage that, maybe more nouls will venture out here to help heal it."
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Roll 1 Roll 1d4. Match your die to the chart
1. No luck 2. No luck 3. You found a usable stick for shelter-building! 4. You found a usable stick for shelter-building!
Roll 2 Roll 2d4. For each die, match the number to the chart
1. You found a a small bowl for carrying supplies! 2. No luck 3. You found a usable stick for shelter-building! 4. No luck
Roll 3 Roll 3d4. For each die, match the number to the chart
1. You found a usable stick for shelter-building! 2. No luck 3. No luck 4. You found a usable stick for shelter-building!
Roll 4 Roll 4d4. For each die, match the number to the chart
1. You found a water skin! 2. No luck 3. No luck 4. No luck
Revel1984 rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-4)
Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2020 2:41 pm
Whirra felt sick whenever she came near this place but she'd decided to help when the call went out, it wasn't going to go away if she just stayed away, if they healed the land then it would stop being such an evil seeming place, right? She'd met at the area they were supposed to gather supplies to and listened to the doe, making it less unpleasant to stay nearby would definitely be nice.
Whirra nodded at the doe, then dipped her head, turning to go and try and gather some supplies, she hated that she didn't speak around other nouls but something just made her throat seize up and she just couldn't, nothing that she could remember even explained it. She sighed, nose down, only barely focusing on the task for the moment, until she almost literally stumbled over a nice large stick, just the right size. She picked it up in her mouth, more confident in herself now she'd found something and took it back to the gathering place. Dropping it on a pile and looking up at the doe that had called for help, a smile on her muzzle.
Ysalone felt quite proud of her efforts to organize something for the greater good. Roamer might have looked at here with slight exasperation, but she knew by now that the buck secretly harbored quite the optimist's dream, and even he wouldn't say anything about her attempts to make this area nicer for their kind.
She noticed the lovely palomino doe's striking coat before anything else, and approached her with a sunny smile.
"Hello!" she said happily, noticing the way this other doe didn't quite look at her and seemed a little nervous, shy, perhaps? Ysalone fell into step beside her for a bit as they searched for sticks. "Thank you for coming to help. I'm hoping we'll be able to start a nice stash for everyone."
They lapsed into silence then, which Ysalone seemed happy enough to do. For someone as chatty as she was, acting in synchronized silence felt... odd. But it felt right, in this instance, and she let the other doe continue her search quietly.
The company didn't stop her from noticing a nice, relatively sturdy stick, and she snagged it as they went by.
Whirra felt the uncomfortable silence, before both she and the other doe moved away, on the search again. Whirra went in a different direction than she had before, feeling a little more awkward. She wondered just why it was that she couldn't seem to speak around others, it was strange, almost all the other Noul she'd observed had no problems, or were just a little shy, the strange thing is Whirra herself didn't feel like she was especially shy, she liked being around others but always that weird silence made it hard to connect with them, that was probably why she never stuck around in one place for long.
Fawn had chosen to take Juniper on trip to the Bog. While it wasn't the most safe thing to do, but she wanted to teach her the dangers of the place as well as maybe bring some life back to the trees. She had heard tale of the trees that bore not a leaf in the poisoned air. Perhaps bringing one or a couple back would help clear the air.. With aide from an Atmos anyways... But none the less it would be a learning experience for the foal.
Juniper on the other hand was having a grand time chasing whatever creatures chose to call this place home. The plucky little mahogany bay foal bounced after a small toad, leaning down low to almost place her nose close to it. She never strayed too far from the strawberry roan Doe as she played. Her eyes sparkling with delight at being in a new place. She had listened with seriousness at Fawn's rules, only could she really obey them? Well besides the stay close, Juniper never wanted to stray too far from her Mama, she didn't want to lose her too.
"Don't wander too far. Never know what might appear out of this water." Fawn said as she glanced around, her gaze resting on the Juniper still after the toad.
"Don't worry Mama." Juniper called back, her tail twitching a little before looking back to where the toad had been, but it had vanished. "Aw." she pouted slightly before going back to Fawn's side.
The two took care of where they stepped, Juniper resting over Fawn's back in the deeper parts. Her ears flicked a little as Fawn stopped on one of the mossy spots and looked out over the Bog. There were others out there, just not within sight, as of yet. Seems they were hunting for things the way the sounds of movements were. This was a curious thing...
Adahy would rather be anywhere but here. But here he was making the trip he would rather not make though the mud and flies and stitch. The Blackbriar Bog of all places to be. Some nouls believed that every part of Vykeli needed healing and deep down Adahy believed it too. But the Bog was his least of the least place he ever wanted to be.
"I would so rather be in the Banners on a blistering hot day with no water in sight then here." He voiced to the fog since it was the only thing her could see. The only reason he was here was to help the doe, Ysalone, who had spotted him asked if her would be willing. He was willing of course but the bog. Ugh. Adahy had left Furry Tail in the Homewood this trip. He really did not was the young Jack hop here breathing the toxic air. That and now they had a new dire rate baby to care for and Adahy did not thing this place was a safe place fore two young ones.
Adahy set off to begin to search for anything that would be of use. "Ok lets see what we can find."
Whirra hadn't found anything and changed her direction again, bumping into a dark bay painted youngster and her mood changed again, "hi" she managed to squeak out to the little one, looking for her mother, her throat closing up again as the other doe moved towards her young one, she gave both a smile, hoping to show she meant no harm, her ears flicking nervously before dipping her head as an apology, and moved away, she's been so close to being able to talk to a strange foal...
Again she found nothing and she sighed before turning in another direction to search for materials, she was starting to feel useless, after a good start, she was finding nothing helpful.
All sorts were showing up to help, and Ysalone felt almost giddy in her excitement. She had expected that some nouls would because she held a strong belief that their kind in general was overwhelmingly good. But to see them all here and pitching in struck a different kind of chord. It wasn't emotional, per se, but it helped confirm - in all the best ways - her suspicion that nouls couldn't help but be helpful.
The doe flitted here and there, greeting nouls and thanking them for their help. She passed by Fawn and Juniper and wiggled her nose at the little fawn, before scooting on and giving Adahy a nod of thanks. What fine helpers they all were!
Then, finally, she put her head down to do her part as well. Her first search had yielded a suitably sized stick pretty quickly, though the doe knew that might have been dumb luck more than anything else. Roamer had warned her that the bog, almost more so than the Barrens, was unkind and stingy with its resources. What looked like a place that could hide plenty of useful things might very well turn out to have nothing.
This time around, her luck wasn't as kind, and she returned to the stash with nothing. Still, the pile was growing. Seeing the sticks and goods that the others were tossing brought a pleased little smile to her face as she went on to continue her rounds
511 + 243 = 754
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3, 3Total: 6 (2-8)
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2020 2:17 pm
Fawn and Juniper nodded to those that had crossed their path. Seemed that no one was really looking to stop and chat. This caused Fawn to frown a little as it meant that Juniper was more to just stick to her and not meet new Nouls. The foal wondered what everyone was up to. It seemed that they were all looking for things to place in a single place.
Having been released from Fawn's back, Juniper bounced away a little as she saw something sticking out of the mud. It looked like something that would be tossed onto the pile that the others were making. "Mama, look, this looks like something that those others are hunting for." Juniper called back over her shoulder as Fawn lifted her head from whatever she had been doing.
"So it appears to be. If you want you can take it over to them." Fawn said as she watched Juniper pull the stick from the mud and prance over to the pile and tuck it in.
Fawn only smiled at Juniper as she returned to her side, seems that this had been a good idea. She could only wonder how Talltale was fairing back at the garden. There wasn't much to do, but the Jack Hop had been doing many things as of late and leaving her to tend to Juniper alone. Seems he figured she didn't need him around all the time anymore. She did miss his company now and again.
"Come on, lets see what else we can find to help these other Nouls out." Fawn told Juniper as she pounced a head looking for more sticks.
Adahy was having no luck in the direction he was walking. It did not help any that the fog was so thick where he was that he was having trouble seeing his hoof in front of him either. Coughing a little form the smell and fog, Adahy decides this just is not the right direction to go anymore.
"Well that way is a bust." he says as he turns to the left. The fog began to thin out in the direction but the ground became softer and more squishy the farther he walked he really hoped he would find just about anything helpful for the doe. But in all fairness it was look much like this bog, bleak.
As he continued on the ground turned to sticky stinky slimmy mud that clung to his fur. the mud also toughed him to continue forward if he dared but honestly he did not want to go any farther. He had hear the stories of the bog mud pulling many a creature under to their demise and he had no desire to be one of them. "Well no luck that way either." he says to himself so he decides to turn back the way he came and maybe check to see if any noul else was having any luck.
It seemed that sticks were to be found all over, Juniper had pulled yet another from the muck while Fawn had also found one. This one was part of a tree that was near broken completely off. She looked the 'stick' over for a moment before she glanced down at Juniper who was watching her as well.
"Thinking of reviving it Mama?" Juniper asked as she tilted her head slightly to one side.
"Not really, just curious of what kind of plant used to live here. We find a good tree with a good footing, I may try and put some life within it. But not sure how long it will last with this smog. Besides." Fawn glanced around before turning back to Juniper. "We shouldn't linger here too long. This place ain't the best for either of us and you are still very young."
Juniper puffed up a little, "Not as young as I used to be." she pointed out to which Fawn laughed.
Of course how could she forget, Juniper was growing up quickly and would soon be off to get her own magic. For the time being, she merely reached over and pulled the stick from what was left of its mooring and held it out to Juniper. Whom gladly took it and headed off again to the pile and add this one too. Soon she would be alone again, with just the Jack Hop for company...
After walking past their starting point, Adahy hoped this direction would prove to have more useable items. Walking over to a bush he dugs around a little and finds a very strong and straight stick. "Well here we go this will build a shelter." taking it back to the pile he head off in the same direction again.
Walking pass the bush he already check he moves to the next visible bush. I had noting useable in it so he continued on. After a few more no luck bushes Adahy decided this direction had given all it would give so he tries turning to the right. "I hope I can find more going this was." He said to the fog in the bog.
Her last trip had been a bust, so she wanted to make this one count doubly well. The doe shut her eyes and drew on her power, bringing a glow to her horn. It cast a gentle light that washed onto the ground before here, and it worked better than she had expected. Everywhere she turned, Ysalone ran into useful sticks and branches. With a contented grin, the doe gathered them all into a pile and brought them back to their collective stash.
As she dropped the sticks onto the pile, she stood for a nice long stretch, feeling terribly gratified by what she had managed to pull off. Already, she was looking at the gathered sticks and envisioning the kind of shelter they could build - something sturdy that could last them a while, she hoped. If they could have something put up that could stay standing, then nouls visiting the bog would have a place to rest their feet and perhaps stock up on supplies that were there.
It seemed to her like the best of both worlds. The more nouls they could draw out to the bog to help heal it, the quicker it would improve. Ysalone liked to think that by doing this, she was helping to make that happen.
At first Adahy does not see anything. The smell of the bog wafts all about making Adahy cough and sneezes. He really did not like the Bog. But he was here to help regardless of the smell or horribleness of the bog. Stomping his hoof in the squish ground. Some much splashes up on to his face and he sneezes again.
"Ok that's about enough." He tells himself in frustration. Moving forward again he makes his way of to the edge of a small pound. Or it would be a pound if the round where he stood was not so water it was hard to tell were I began. A dead skeleton of a tree looms in the water before him. Adahy can clearly see a water skin hanging form a branch of that tree and knows he much go get it. Thankfully there was a much bigger fallen tree that made a bridge to the smaller tree. Adahy easily made his way over to the water skin and came back to the squishy shore.
As Adahy jumps form the fallen tree bridge he spots another water skin in the pushes. "Well that was lucky." He says as he grabs that one up too. As he moves little farther the fog thickens and toxifies more and Adahy is unable to see much of anything more. "Well Better take what I have back to camp." He says as he turns to leave the area he was in.
wc:204+216+123+246=789
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Bugghnrahk rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2020 9:39 pm
Njeri did not enjoy the bog. It smelled, it clung to their coat in viscous clumps of mud, and it took all their huffing and puffing to travel any distance worthwhile. Njeri avoided the place as best they could, but Oreme - his ever present, hard working Jack hop assistant - caught wind of a community project, and a future council member couldn't stick their nose up at that could they? The buckskin doe heading the party seemed quite the little politician herself. Njeri admired that. And the small gather of hard-working noulicorns that had heeded her call, all diligently searching for supplies in the muck.
They desperately wished Oreme could have joined them, but the bog was no place for a jack hop. Oreme had stared at them with disgust and disdain when Njeri suggested it. She knew, with her cunning rabbit brain, that Njeri just wanted someone else to do the heavy lifting for them.
"What wonderful work you're all doing!" said Njeri, to anyone near enough to hear them. "The bog will be fresh as spring roses if everyone was so industrious."
Why, there was even a foal here, helping her mother! Ah, what a conscientious new generation they were raising in Homewood.
Njeri themself had been doing nothing more than standing in shallow muck, idly kicking at a bit of sodden peat. Stifling a deep sigh - a regretful one, as the bog stink swarmed into their nostrils at the next inhale - Njeri finally waded forward in search of something helpful.
"Sticks," they hummed to themself. "Where to find good sturdy sticks..."
Ysalone hated Blackbriar Bog. Hated it beyond comprehension. It smelled terrible, the air itself seemed poisoned. Everything about the place felt simply hostile and she couldn't wrap her head around why Roamer seemed so determined to help. They'd made their first visit a few days ago, camping on the edge of the bog, just out of reach of that toxic air. Each time they spent only as much time as they could withstand inside the bog (which, for Ysalone, was not much).
Whirra felt sick whenever she came near this place but she'd decided to help when the call went out, it wasn't going to go away if she just stayed away, if they healed the land then it would stop being such an evil seeming place, right? She'd met at the area they were supposed to gather supplies to and listened to the doe, making it less unpleasant to stay nearby would definitely be nice. 
Fawn had chosen to take Juniper on trip to the Bog. While it wasn't the most safe thing to do, but she wanted to teach her the dangers of the place as well as maybe bring some life back to the trees. She had heard tale of the trees that bore not a leaf in the poisoned air. Perhaps bringing one or a couple back would help clear the air.. With aide from an Atmos anyways... But none the less it would be a learning experience for the foal. 
Adahy would rather be anywhere but here. But here he was making the trip he would rather not make though the mud and flies and stitch. The Blackbriar Bog of all places to be. Some nouls believed that every part of Vykeli needed healing and deep down Adahy believed it too. But the Bog was his least of the least place he ever wanted to be.
