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 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 8:23 pm
Quote: A-trekking through the woods I go! Troll: Vulpin Cadmea Inventory: Gerbs, Knife, Yarn Location: Fungal Caves Choice Picked: n/a Item Used: Knife, Yarn Mushroom Count: 25 Vulpin was moving softly. His encounter with the antlerbeasts had been especially treacherous, but in the end he had the upper hand. He thanked himself for purchasing that medikit earlier, otherwise he would have been done for. Always err on the side of caution, as Sly taught him. Vulpin collected the mushrooms around him, thanking his little gerbil friends for being such good finders. He gave each one a lip-glossy smooch to the head, putting them back safely in his bag. At the sound of chatting, Vulpin jumped with a start, rushing to hide behind a stalagmite. He observed the incoming traffic with scrutiny, moving quickly in the shadows to avoid entering their view. Vulpin's eyes widened at the number of them, shoulders tensing. How were there so many? They were going to ruin everything! Vulpin gave a short growl, flicking open his knife. He'd have to make quick work gathering these shrooms, before anyone else could get their hands on it. Using the colorful yarn, Vulpin laid out a simple trap behind him, making sure the large group didn't follow and get in his way. Frantic, he ran deeper into the cave, looking to get away from their prying eyes.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 8:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 8:45 pm
Quote: How long can I hang on? Woah! Dice prompt: You’ve been training for this moment since you were only knee high to a hop-beast. Now’s your time to shine, and there’s nothing except this very dangerous creature in your way. The gate opens! Does it go the way you planned? Even if he'd come to the festival solely for the food, Yaholo Nakota knew from the second that he saw the rodeo that it was absolutely his thing. He already rode a giant three-headed-bear-wolf hybrid everywhere he went, what difference would it make if it were a farmbeast? The cave troll's eagerness only expanded when he saw each and every rider before him fly off like open sacks of sand. That looked painful as hell on impact, but damn, did it look like an epic ride! Surely a few days worth of a** pain and bruising would pale in comparison to the thrill? He scurried as quickly as his little legs could carry him when he was called into the ring, and beamed at the beast brought before him. That beast was almost as tall as Cerebolf, but it had the most magnificent set of horns he'd ever seen! It towered over him immensely, something the would've given anyone in their right mind a fright, but that didn't phase Yaholo. He was practically in love with this creature and prepared to take it home with him, should it not break all of his bones in a single bound. But, wait, what was stopping him from simply riding off with it?"Am I strapped in yet?" He asked, his hands firmly wrapped around the beast's horns. "I kinda want to take them for a run, too, if that's coo-WHOA!"Suddenly, Yaholo's body had gone horizontal from the force of the beast's bucking, but he'd been more than prepared! He used their horns to pull himself forward and slammed his legs down as hard as he could into the beast's side. Though he was small, Yaholo had enough practice with his Lusus' constantly spontaneous style of navigation that his legs and arms were fairly solid. He knew he could hold on for a good while if he kept this pose, but eventually, he'd need to move to keep his his muscles from cramping. "Come on, show me what you've got, farmbeast!" He cheered, leaning further forward with each kick and slam. "My Lusus can knock me straight off their back in a matter of seconds and you haven't been able to shake me for at least a minute! I'm starting to get bored!"Not at all surprising to anyone, the beast took Yaholo's words as a challenge and bucked harder. However, the increased movement was exactly what Yaholo wanted, because it moved them closer and closer to an empty part of the rodeo stands. If he could just get the farmbeast to jump that fence, he could ride until dawn! He yipped, hollered, and slapped at the beast's side to get it to face the fence until, finally- He lost his grip and went flying straight out of the rodeo ring."Awww, dang!" He groaned, shoving himself up from the ground and dusting off his toga. "You win this year, farmbeast, but I'll be back again! Then we'll take our ride off into the sunset! Just you wait and see!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 9:33 pm
Quote: I'm feeling in a thoughtful mood. Let's ruminate! Sakiko Tsukii sat by herself at the edge of the festival with the collection of lanterns she'd amassed surrounding her. Each one was lit and glowing against the darkness, creating a twinkling effect that seemed to echo the pattern from the stars above. She looked mysterious, almost eerie, lying there with nothing but the wind and the voices from the festival to act as background noise behind her. However, she didn't seem troubled by anything, just pensive. It made trolls that happened to spy her there curious as to what she might be thinking about. In truth, Saki didn't quite know what she was thinking about. She was simply there for the quiet, an escape from the commotion of the festival itself. It was nice to have some time away, just to stare out across the landscape and let her thoughts come to her. Normally, life was so hectic for her back at home. She was a fairly busy troll for her blood, and the career aspirations she'd chosen didn't always leave room for peaceful moments like these. One could only sew, seam, and design clothing so much until you went batty from the stress after all. However, on the same token, It was time for her to take a breath and smile at everything she'd accomplished in the past year. She'd learned to make her own outfits, invested in the equipment she needed, and watched her skills blossom from all her hard work and determination. She rightfully deserved this break and reflection. Upon this thought, she smiled. "I think we've done very well this year, haven't we?" She mused, allowing her silk moth lusii to crawling their way along her sleeve. "All of our designs, our hard work... I'm sure one day our designs will make it to the epicenter of festival fashion!"She laughed as her lusii wiggled their wings in agreement, before another thoughtful expression crossed her features. "You know, if I had to pick on thing from this festival to be my absolute favorite thing..." She continued. "It would have to be the clothes! ... Not that it's any surprise, really, knowing me."She prattled along for a while, discussing the various outfits and decorative pieces she'd seen. Some trolls were brave and came wearing elaborate works of pure genius, while some looked as though they'd simply rolled around in a trash can and arrived as they were. Nevertheless, she was always pleased with what she saw while walking about. Everyone had their own unique and wonderful way of expressing themselves, and she found that to be the best thing about the festival as a whole. It was a great way for her to get ideas for her own styles, too, like one big collective design closet. You couldn't go wrong with something like that.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 10:02 pm
Quote: A-trekking through the woods I go!Troll:Etsali Azeban (7/10) Inventory: gerbils, knife, sack Location: Fungal Cave Choice Picked:Item Used: Gerbils, Potato Sack Mushroom Count: 20
The thied cast a glance over towards the others who had slipped in from the trench as she hurried over to a nice clear spot to continue hunting. All she had to do was collect all of these before anyone else tried to claim them and it would all be fine. Grinning to herself, she knelt to allow her little sidekicks their chance to help out one more time. These little gerbils were made for this kind of thing, and the cave seemed just safe enough that they'd probably be okay.
And of course, now that the sack was vacant again, she could put it to proper use. Step by step, she plucked up mushrooms left and right before dropping them into the sack. Just a little longer of a haul this good and she was absolutely bound to win. And if maybe the others wandering about were still sharing that luck, well...There were ways to make sure she won the prize at the end of the day regardless.
Although, now that she thought about it, maybe not. One of them had just thrown dynamite at an advancing boulder, what might they throw at her?
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 11:49 pm
Quote: Look at my amazing float! Let's get in the parade! Luma nervously pulled down her dress, making sure it was on properly and not showing off her feet. There were so many trolls here, and SO many floats, she could barely hear herself think against all of the noise and music that was bouncing around her eardrums. Still, she had to focus, she just had to. This was her chance to be noticed. This was her chance to show off just what she was capable of. She was down the line quite a bit, so she slowly, but panicky, started to review her float to make sure everything was in place. Everything HAD to be in place. The wheels she painted crescent moons on had to roll just right. The vines she carefully wrapped around the exterior just had to be green enough. The handcrafted lanterns hanging from both the front and back of the float had to shine just right, and sway when the float moved along. The dragon.. oh! The dragon! The magnificent dragon she created all by herself, it had to be proper. The scales she carefully glued in place had to shimmer just right in the sun, and none could be missing! The wings had to flap perfectly in the wind. The horns and teeth, carefully scavenged by beasts had to fit properly and shine just right. EVERYTHING had to be just right. She whimpered a bit, overwhelmed. What if everyone hated it? What would she do? Taking a deep breath, she noticed the line had moved quite a bit while she was distracted. Oh, she was next! She trembled a bit, hearing her name being called. This was it, this was her time in the spotlight, this was her time to shine! Floooooat.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 12:23 am
Quote: A-trekking through the woods I go! Troll: Alifax Bunsem 8/10 Inventory: daywalker spray, fishing rod, my old friend dynamite smile , night vision goggles Location: Fungal Caves Choice Picked: hehehehehehehehe Item Used: dynamite, fishing rod Mushroom Count: 24 As the dynamite hit its mark, Alifax grabbed some mushrooms with a satisfied lunge. Then Sarcel pulled him into a crevice and he showed her the fistful. " Do you think it'd be better to cook these ourselves?" he asked. The aroma was pungent, and tempting. He was almost certainly not going to give these back to that troll for free. This kind of stuff fetched a high price on the market, didn't it? He lazily grabbed at some particularly large specimens of fungus as he and Sarcel walked farther into the cavern, putting them into his frilly Frossa bag. There were a number of other hunters visible now, one of which had dropped yarn onto the floor. This stuff seemed...well, it seemed pretty useless. Alifax rolled his eyes, though, because it did bar their path. " Sarcel," he said quietly - just her name, because she knew the drill by this point. Then the fuse was lit. Farther into the cave he took out his fishing rod and began prodding the bioluminescent flora disinterestedly. This could help dislodge those ceiling ones, right? " What pairs well with...fish?" What kind of fish had they caught? Wasn't glowing stuff usually poisonous?
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 12:41 am
Quote: A-trekking through the woods I go! Troll: Sarcel Cincil Inventory: City Slicker’s Field Guide to Farmland, Super Protein Snack Bars, Potato Sack, Daywalker Spray Location: Fungal Caves Choice Picked: --- Item Used: Potato sack, field guide Mushroom Count: 17 Stamina: 8/10 And used to it she was. Sarcel didn't even flinch anymore. It was like the explosions had a natural place in her head now; they would always be there, and that was okay, because explosions were now successfully equated with Alifax now (of which, was definitely Okay). Anyway, she wasn't sure how familiar he was with explosives, but he seemed to be handling the dynamite nicely, so all was well. Everything moved like clockwork: tugging him into the cave, discovering this new honeyhole.
Boom. "Do you think that was necessary?" she inquired genuinely as she peeked from behind a rock, skin fading back into visibility. She had only really caught a glimpse of the yarn before Alifax cued her anyway. "It's kinda pretty in here..." the bioluminescence gave the atmosphere a unique subdued glow. When she turned back around, Alifax was poking at the mushrooms with the fishing rod.
"Uhh... I've never had fish, so I'm not sure... veggies?" Honestly, Sarcel could just go for some more meat, the absent taste of that snoutbeast still circulating around her mouth. What a missed opportunity. Maybe the field guide would provide some insight? She fished it out again...
"Here, you can put some in this sack if you nee—where did you even get that bag?" she almost sounded amused; had she looked over that the entire time? Alifax must either have some weird tastes or weird acquaintances.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 12:47 am
Quote: What a lovely starry night! Oh look, I see ... Troll: Stryke Nvrmor As day turned to night, the sky’s hue slowly darkened as the sun set. The ball of flame finally was put to bed, resting for the next morning, when it would inevitably rise again. The darkness swallowed the swamp whole. Fireflies danced over the marsh lands, as its inhabitants began to awake one by one.
Stryke was slow to stir, but eventually emerged sometime after sunset to begin his night. He took it upon himself to patrol the Outpost first thing, making sure his daggers were kept close. Finding nothing of interest, he took a seat. He was not far from his own tree hive as he gazed skyward to the night sky. From his jacket pocket, he produced a fairly small brown wooden box. After opening the box, he drew a fairly small smoking pipe and few leaves from a bag to add to it. His only source of fire was matches, but it worked well enough. Smoke parted from his lips after he drew from its contents. He leaned back on one palm with a small sigh. Stryke had taken a seat by one of the many wooden walkways scattered about the rebel safe haven. The yellowblood actually felt as if he was, in part, safe.
The Jubilee festival was just around the corner. Try as he might he couldn’t deny he felt the spirit of the harvest festival. The yellowblood was eager if even in passing to celebrate. His mind wandered over the current status of the rebellion as he sat there. At least in this moment and time, the rebellion had pulled through. The Rebels had been granted asylum from the outside world in part. Still, many rebels had to don disguises to protect their identities and well-being. Especially those leaving when the festivities began (he included). Even with precautions in effect like those, it didn’t change the fact that life had begun to settle in again. Routines were established and jobs handed out. Patrols still needed to be done. Then there was always the matter of something needing repair, or food to be hunted for.
There was always something to be done, or to be doing. Yet, for just a time, Stryke had wanted to be selfish and take the seat he’d allowed himself. The psionic yellowblood’s mind wandered off on the serious topic, instead starting to focus on something else that had caught his attention. It was the serenity and beauty of the night sky that had distracted him.
It was as if he could see every single star.
The moons were full, and shone bright, like luminous spheres in the sky. The vast, seemingly empty space was filled with glittering, diamond-like stars. Stryke had never truly noticed just how stunning the night sky was. Each twinkling star was in its proper place, filling empty spaces. The moon, the stars, and the streaming dusty clouds glowed with its own ominous light. Everything was perfect.
The vastness was one he could only imagine on what lied beyond. He hoped perhaps someday he’d explore that endless void. His blood pusher squeezed just a bit knowing that it would be impossible at present. At least not now with the rebellion as it was, under its current circumstances. He pushed down that feeling and instead his eyes traveled to something else that had caught his eye. Scattered amidst the random dusting of stars, he could make out a recognizable constellation. It was named in honor of the last voyage of adults whom had died during the last war.
While he had read a few books on astronomy in times past over the sweeps he paused for a moment, brows furrowed What was it again? Searching his memory, Stryke drummed his fingers against his knee. The array that made up the constellation Condor was relatively new. It had been identified only recently in fact. The star pattern looked like a four horned stag; and had been what the trolls symbol was. Carving one's name into the shining stars, and venturing far beyond this life was no easy task. Trolls throughout history had visited the neighboring galaxies almost as a rite of passage. Space travel was ingrained in troll history.
Or at least what little of it remained. Most of it had been destroyed, or was what the Empire allowed on the airways.
Stryke wore a faint smile as he stretched, adding a loud yawn. Thinking about such nostalgic things like fantasy and adventure seemed strange. At the least, it gave him something to aspire too. Even if he couldn't be as great as Condor, or any of the other trolls who's symbols had been designed after the stars; he still took comfort in the bit of daydreaming. Perhaps someday his deeds would be great enough to have them retold in verses of old. wouldn't that be sssomething? In fact, it was strange to think he too was on his own journey. It was one that had been wrought with many trials and tribulation. Yet he had grown from it, and was that much stronger.
Scooting back he stood up, deciding now was a good time to go for a brief walk. With the trees occasionally obscuring his view, he'd head for a clearing and spend some more time sight-seeing while he could. He'd attend to anything business wise later as he was half certain no one would fault him for the time being.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 12:47 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 7:31 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 8:36 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 9:15 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 11:10 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 11:35 am
Quote: Look at my amazing float! Let's get in the parade! Corvus Lunare stood proudly before his float. It had taken him days to get it to this point of perfection, and now it was finally time to show it off. Every inch of it, along with each little decoration, were all lovingly crafted by his tiny hands. He didn't want to see a single scratch on it or a flower out of place, and he'd curse anyone who dared lay a hand on it in malice. This parade float was his baby, one born out of strenuous work and patience. He wasn't about to let anything happen to it. Compared to the rest of the floats made by kids, Corvus' float seemed a bit more carefully done. Everything was neatly painted and organized in just the right way, it made it feel as though someone far older had made it. However, the sheer amount of colors and floral accents strewn about made just about anyone stare and point. It looked like a gigantic centerpiece to some, but a blooming garden to others. Regardless of opinion, Corvus was assured that his float was a hit. In his opinion, everyone else had done something typical and boring, like lanterns and ribbons. His float was unique and blossoming, a rare treat for all eyes to enjoy. "Yes, I know, isn't it beautiful?" He laughed, waving to the crowd. "I made everything all by myself and it works perfectly! However, just look, don't touch! I won't hesitate to cut your grubby little hands off if you screw up my hard work!"
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