Spritelings Chapter 01

Nov 30, 2025 5:52 pm
[ +- ] Background Soundtrack
Barely aware of your surroundings, you hear the distant sound of something creaking and cracking, and of running water. While it might be tempting to ignore the sound and continue snoozing, a source of bright light - coming from the opposite direction - makes you fully awaken and fully perceive the environment.

You are lying on what seems to be a low tree stump - one nearly covered by the ground. A ring of dark, finger-like mushrooms encircles it. The wind is a bit chilly, but the tree stump seems to give off warmth. The ground around the stump is covered by melting snow. The low morning sun is shining brightly in the clear blue sky.

Standing tall above you there is an enormous dead tree - perhaps hundreds of times taller than some of you. Its trunk is much thicker than the little tree stump you're all gathered on. Though the tree looks charred, its branches are still thick and mighty, spread wide. To the east, whence the sun shines, there are many smaller but similarly charred dead trees - what used to be a very sparse forest. In the west, whence the sounds of water are coming, you can see two rivers joining into one and continuing onward to the west. The riverbank isn't far - perhaps a hundred yards or less, such that the big dead tree's branches just barely overlook the water. It is clear the river was until recently covered in ice, but now shards thereof are being carried by the current.

Elder Mushroom Ring

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Nov 30, 2025 5:52 pm
Elder Mushroom Ring
You are spoken to. Not in sounds that you hear from the world, but as if in a song you hear coming from inside of yourselves. It is slow, overwhelming, and alien, like how one could imagine a tale of a whale. It is certainly not in a language you recognise, and yet you understand well enough.

"Good morning, spritelings. I am the Elder Mushroom Ring, and I have awakened you because these are ominous years: I sense calamities approaching from all three directions. You are quick-thinking and ambulatory, unlike a mushroom ring, and are capable of venturing throughout the valley. So go forth, explore the world, discover what looms beyond the island, and help the valley flourish and not decay."

The mushroom's song goes silent. For perhaps a minute, its eerie yet harmless aftermath is felt, but it does not resume.
Nov 30, 2025 6:18 pm
The furred snake waits to make sure the Elder Mushroom Ring doesn't have anything else to say and then examines her fellow creations.

"Then lets see what our surroundings look like."

and starts to climb up the large dead tree for a better view.
Nov 30, 2025 6:26 pm
The overgrown beetle's first act as a thinking entity is to barrel into the tree's shadow, trying in vain to get the comforting imperceptiblity brought by shadow. But the beetle is too big, too loud; no matter how much they curl up, they're still seen.

Only once their instinctive reaction is rendered moot does the beetle observe their surroundings truly. The dead trees leave them shaky at the legs, but they manage to whisper a soft "Hello..."

Silence follows. Seems the beetle isn't taking the mantle of leadership.
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Nov 30, 2025 8:59 pm
"Wow, you're so big! That's so cool! says the marten that's been watching Bull the Beetle.

"Race you to the top of the tree?" They take off without waiting for an answer, moving surprisingly quickly for something that seems to be made of stone.
Nov 30, 2025 9:20 pm
Noting Mara's speed of ascent "I'd have to work pretty hard to make it a race, but might as well have more sets of eyes up there"
Nov 30, 2025 9:31 pm
Listen to what the ring has to say. Then stand up.

Looking like a bundle of twigs when lying down, Smaugalir first unfolds and stretches extensively. As the tree stump becomes emptier, there is more and more space. Only after every joint has been found to be functioning properly does attention turn to the outside world.

The idea of a climbing competition is rather pointless, but surveying the terrain from above is definitely an idea, so the spiritling also makes its way to the top.
Nov 30, 2025 11:56 pm
Cold. Cold. Exposed! Scared. Scared. Bright!

A tiny spider clicks its mouth claws together. A lot of words happen very quickly, and while the spritelings were chosen for quick-thinking and ambulation, Nemma was definitely better at one than the other.

Calamity was a new word, but one she instantly understands. She adds it to a list of treasures. Calamity. Calamity.

The big one looms (looms! another new treasure!) while the others scamper away. Tries to hide in the roots of the tree. Good. Clever big shadow. Nemma has known safe big shadows before. The shaking is bad but the size is good.

She lets the others go high to the place where there are shadows of birds. Nemma waits in the shadow of the large one, a small thread tethering her to the ground, just in case.
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Dec 1, 2025 4:36 pm
After about a minute of climbing, it's clear Mara is about twice as fast as the others, and gets to see a bit more of the surroundings. There's still a long way up, but the shape of the island becomes possible to discern. Far to the north, a range of tall mountains becomes just about visible at the horizon.
[ +- ] Early overview from the tree (image)
OOC:
Mara can get to the top in a bit over 9 minutes total, others in about 19. If you want to rush and spend some Drama Charge (remember, going into negatives is fine at this point), it's a Trivial matter (×1 cost multiplier per level for Dynamic activations), but there's probably little reason to.

@KaijuCuddlebug, I think the little bit of characterisation / flaw showcase, which probably undermined Bull's respectability, might be worth a point of Drama Charge just by itself, but I would rather wait for the whole scene to finish with everyone getting a chance to showcase their characters instead of tracking every little bit per post, as the first scene has good odds of being an establishing one for many PCs.

With three PCs climbing to the top, others would likely have enough time for a lengthy chat or other actions (if we are to try keeping things relatively synchronised, which is probably for the best).
Dec 1, 2025 5:40 pm
The beetle isn't used to creatures being smaller than them. The beetle sees the little spider scurrying into the shadow and emphasizes. Slowly, shakily, the beetle reaches down with one arm and gives the spider a head pat.

"...hi."
Dec 1, 2025 7:17 pm
Big move. Squish? Scared. Scared!

Nemma sidesteps, or sideskitters. There is a twinge of something, a word she doesn't have yet, when she sees a brief flash of surprise, or hurt, at her flinching. Notproud.

She looks at the outstretched arm and raises a pedipalp. New word, similar to many words. Diminutive for hello. Not same as "high" of tree, where the others are climbing. A vague memory of a big clumsy shadows calling out to each other: "Hi! Hello! Good morning! Good day for it, eh?"

She tries it out. "Hi?" she says, waving her pedipalp. It comes with a hiss and click, making it sound a bit more like "hike" than "hi", but it is good first try. Good feeling. Good word. Proud.

edited- cause I can't keep my girl's name straight.
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Dec 1, 2025 8:26 pm
Swaying branches, waving leaves.

Moved by the view from the top, sitting somewhere on one of the upper branches, a song is sung, a hymn in praise of life, of consciousness, a bow to the great circle that recognises the necessity of the mobile self.

From a rather calm, melancholic melody, the song develops into a heroic, motivating hymn of praise to the spirit world itself, especially the spiritlings present, and can still be recognised as such within the reach of the tree, even on the ground; a bow to those at the top and an invitation to those who are not yet there.
OOC:
Edit: Dram: 0 -> - 9
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Dec 1, 2025 11:31 pm
Indeed, motivating enough to substantially pick up the pace. "A fine overture to our mission"
Dec 2, 2025 9:25 pm
Blessed by Smaugalir's song, in a mere four minutes, Mara wins the race and gets to enjoy the view from the top of the tree. It takes twice as long for others to catch up.

The triangular island is formed by the two rivers merging to form a third one. The northern and southern sections of the river seem quick-flowing, while the waters near the eastern shore seem more or less stagnant. Across the eastern section of the river, there are more old dead trees, same as on the island. Though further out east-south-east, a more healthy-looking (but currently leafless) forest is visible near the horizon.

To the south, there is a region of meadows, judging by the patches of green visible where snow has melted. Further out south and west, the snow has already melted, giving way to swampy wetlands, with some signs of flora sprouting - probably reeds and other medium-height plants.

The north consists of the same grassy plains as the nearby south, slightly elevated compared to the island's altitude. Further out north, highlands turn to hills, with a single stream running from the high ground and into the northern big river. Beyond that, the chain of mountains is visible a bit clearer now, albeit of course without their foothills. The whole northern region is snowier than the others, but does show signs of melting, and that seems to contribute to the speed of the northern river's flow (though it's not entirely where exactly the northern river is coming from).
[ +- ] Overview from the treetop (image)
OOC:
Smaugalir's song provided +4 Mobility modifiers to all three climbers.
Dec 2, 2025 10:30 pm
"Hi..."

Silence.

"Do you, um...did I hurt you? I'm sorry. I, um..."

Silence. The beetle contemplates rolling into a ball, and staying that way, forever.

"Where do you want to go first? Towards the dead, scary trees? Or the other way, maybe? Away from the scary trees...oh! Um, what's your name? You're very small. And, um, fuzzy. And soft. I like soft. I, um..."

The beetle twiddles in place with nervous energy. The hymn from above encourages them to move, but there's nowhere they'd rather be than in the shade.
Dec 3, 2025 1:42 am
The climb is even easier than it looked, leaving plenty of time to enjoy the music. It's a wonderful piece, but the melody changes a bit too much for Mara to hum along. That doesn't stop them from trying, but it's probably for the best that the other climbers are a bit further behind.

The view is as spectacular as the song, although it's disappointing that there don't appear to be any settlements in sight. What even is a settlement? The word is there, but the meaning is a bit foggy. All the more reason to find one.

Mara drops the tune to call out to the others once they catch up.
"Betcha one of the calamities lives on that mountain way off in the northeast!"

It's just a hunch of course, but mountains - especially really tall, distant ones - seem like an obvious habitat for whatever a calamity is. Swamps too, and those charred trees are probably a sign as well. What's that old mushroom even worried about? Tracking down these calamities is gonna be easier than taking eggs from a nest.

"Betcha a calamity started the fire that burned all those trees, too. So which one are we gonna hunt first?"
Dec 3, 2025 4:46 am
"The Elder Mushroom Ring said all three directions. I would guess that towards the hills is one of those, along with the wetlands and the forest. But we should probably tell those below, care to race down?"

And with that she springs off the branch she's on and glides down to earth
OOC:
Trivial Level 3 Lightness
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Dec 3, 2025 5:44 am
The big shadow is shaking and talking. The spider knows how to sense danger. However, now she senses someone else sensing danger.

Scared? Scared? Not me scared. Other scared? Big other scared??

Revelation: others can get scared.

Having only been alive a few moments, everything is of monumental significance to the spider. Shadows, leaves, sounds, mushrooms. All important, all scary, all maybe future bad. But this is certainly the most world-shattering so far.

This is not scary. This is me. I do that. I am scared.

Other thing is scared. Good. It understands. Good. It is the same inside. Good!

"No hurt," clicks the spider. "Scared. Called Nemma." This is the first time Nemma has needed a name. She is proud to show the one she made. "Give name?"

A shadow from another spriteling passes over and she flinches. Too much like birds. "Cover good. Exposed."
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Dec 3, 2025 7:35 am
When it comes to really tall, distant mountains, there does seem to be one more that might fit the description far to the north. The tallest peak that was partially obscured by distant fog even during the mostly clear day. Taller and wider than any of the peaks of the nearer chain, but oh so distant.
[ +- ] Updated/corrected treetop overview (image)
OOC:
Gliding is a level 4 trivial qualitative effect (4 drams, and an option to cross the river to the northwest if you want, though consider the downsides of splitting the party and getting back across). Gliding crudely straight down with an abysmal glide ratio, or dropping a tanking the hit (no glide ratio), is a level 3 trivial qualitative effect (3 drams).

As for the race, I think between Mara choosing a faster initial approach, and having a higher Mobility, Mara should win the race down too. (I can imagine the snake picking up fall speed and then decelerating near the ground, but that seems to still be not as fast as dropping down all the way. Though it does feel like one of those awkward game-physics fiat moments for the GM.)

Also, I suggest that players also write down system details like drama expenditures in the [ooc] tag.
Dec 3, 2025 1:26 pm
Never one to turn down a competition, Mara dives from the top of the tree and... plummets like a stone.

The plan was to stick a super cool three-point landing and impress the big beetle, but after a few crashes and tumbles through the lower branches Mara hits the ground with all the grace and clamor of a brick.
OOC:
Spending 3 drams on a trivial use of Level 3 Stone Skin
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Dec 3, 2025 7:35 pm
BIG MOVE LOUD FAST. COMING.

A spider uses its own heart rate to control the hydrostatic pressure. Fluid pressure determines the speed of the reaction. With a speed and pressure of 1380 pascals, Nemma leaps.

AWAY!!

Nemma lands and scurries to the nearest cover, a large upturned root, hidden but for a small silk tether clinging to the stump.
Dec 3, 2025 8:59 pm
The beetle jumps at the sound of Mara's impact. They turn to look where their spider friend jumped to, but too late. It seems, to the beetle, that Nemma has disappeared.

"Hello?" the beetle calls out, "Nemma?"
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Dec 3, 2025 9:12 pm
She alights softly, the last yard of fall seeming especially drawn out "I wasn't expecting that approach but it was certainly faster, that stone body is the genuine article. I don't suppose I could get you to draw a map of what we saw for these two since you have more in the way of claws to work with than I do? "
Dec 3, 2025 9:23 pm
The last note is accompanied by an enthusiastic nod of the head, paused until the note fades away, waited a little, waited a little more, looked around irritatedly and then realised that no one else is up here!

Then Smaugalir makes his way down. Carefully jumping from branch to lower branch, occasionally jumping to a second branch, but never more than that, so that the thin, long legs don't have to bear too much weight.

Despite the good ankle joints, fine for jumping, this is a laborious and slow way to get back down the tree and takes time. It's a pity that the wings are only good for making music and not for flying.
Dec 3, 2025 9:30 pm
Mara picks themselves up, dusts themselves off, and finds a branch in order to sketch a map in the dirt.

"I'll do my best. One of the rivers went a bit like this into the marsh... and there were mountains way up north, at least two really tall ones..."

The geography is basically correct, but the artistry is as absent as the portability.

"Oh, big guy! I'm Mara by the way. Who's Nemma?"
Dec 3, 2025 10:30 pm
New word. Mara. Bad word for stupid thing.

Unfair. Word did nothing wrong.

Nemma thinks of scuttling off into the dark roots, burrowing far away from loud things. But she hears scritching in the dirt, feels vibrations in the ground. When she pokes her head out, she can see the fallen one (not dead?) drawing in the dirt. And it looks terrible.

Nemma scuttles back up the tether, giving Mara four stink-eyes (the other four still on the skies, not stupid like Mara-thing and not care. Careless). At least other things are more sensible, moving slow and predictable. Nemma doesn't sense danger, but that doesn't mean it's not there. However, the drawing. The drawing is WRONG.

The spider begins weaving, beginning with an image of a large tree, a stump, and what looks like a squashed marten. It is very dead.
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Dec 4, 2025 2:25 pm
The beetle covers their eyes, shaking. This is a new fear, unfamiliar, but innately understandable. Social anxiety. The spritelings are being awkward with each other.

"Um..." But that's all the beetle can croak out before their anxiety seizes their voicebox.
Dec 4, 2025 3:11 pm
The snake approaches the giant beetle and addresses them "We could approach the calamities immediately, but I've been thinking that perhaps they're far enough away that it might be necessary to build up supplies of things like food first. What do you think?"
Dec 4, 2025 9:17 pm
"Food?" And the beetle's stomach roars.

"I like food! We can get food! Yes!"

The beetle begins scanning the area with their eyes, as if food might already be here, waiting to be uncovered.
Dec 4, 2025 9:27 pm
The area is not the most abundant. The dead trees bear no fruit, even before accounting for winter barely being over. There do seem to be a few rooty plants to be dug up here and there, but nothing too fancy. With the right knowledge, one might be able to pick some mushrooms, though one should probably be careful to stay away from the Elder Mushroom Ring.

The river though does look more promising, as occasionally a fish can be seen hopping out of the rapid waters. And perhaps the lands beyond the island might provide more opportunity to hunt and gather.
Dec 5, 2025 11:23 am
Once on the ground, looking around, Smaugalir notices a certain excitement, a readiness to set off. The direction is still uncertain, it seems.

"Where shall we go?" the spiritling asks. In stag beetle, but with a peculiar softness in the final consonants.
Dec 5, 2025 3:07 pm
"The hills look interesting to me, but perhaps there is a practical argument for a direction?"
Dec 5, 2025 11:50 pm
"Um...maybe, we go towards hills, and try to find food? Good food, lots of food... And the beetle zones out, drooling, thinking of delicious snacks.
Dec 6, 2025 1:47 am
"I have no idea how we're going to get across the water. Does anyone else feel that?"

With a casual gesture, Smaugalir shows complete ignorance, so the others would have to know.
Dec 6, 2025 3:16 am
"I could glide over it, but that doesn't necessarily help the rest of you. Those branches extend pretty far and we also should go see how deep the river is. If nothing else, maybe we could do something with the small trees."
Dec 7, 2025 12:32 am
The beetle snaps back to attention. "Oh! Um, do you think the trees are long enough for a bridge? Maybe I could knock one down! Ooo, what if we tied to trees together! With, um..."

The beetle turns to look at Nemma's image. It's very pretty, ignoring the subject matter. But more importantly, it's fashioned out of a sticky thread.

"Um, Nemma, do you want to, um, tie some stuff together with me? As friends? I-I mean, um, coworkers? Unless you want to be friends?" Then, to no one in particular: "I like friends."
Dec 7, 2025 4:26 am
The snake goes to the river to inspect its depth and speed of current
Dec 7, 2025 8:50 am
The nearest riverbank is perhaps a hundred yards away from where you all have awoken. The river has varying width, perhaps 10-20 yards at the narrowest sections. The flow speed is a bit over two yards per second in the normal sections, going up to perhaps five or more in the narrowest sections, and slower in the wider sections. Its water is cold, with remains of ice still clinging to the banks, but apparently soon to break off and be carried away and melt thanks to the efforts of the spring sun and the current.
Dec 8, 2025 4:13 am
Nemma's chelicidae rub together as she ponders the deluge of words.

Friend is hardly a new word, rather one with many definitions, many reflections, many memories attached. A few spider species work together and experience sociality, building massive webs, raising young together, and perhaps most pertinently, banding together to swim across water.

Memories of working with other species is rarer, but still there. It takes some unearthing to bring it up through the layers and strata of solitude, of prey and predator, but finally it is dragged into the light. Other creatures can be.... useful.

They want to tie things together. Useful. Smart. Maybe not "friend", but close enough.

Nemma doesn't respond to this part, some part of her knows not to clarify the difference in meaning. Instead, she abandons her weaving of an increasingly realistic depiction of a thoroughly desecrated marten corpse and crawls to the nearest tree trunk.

"Tie!" she says with sincere enthusiasm, wrapping thread around the tree. Both the bull beetle and the stupid marten seem substantial. Many threads will be needed. Also, someone will need to take the thread to the other side. Or throw Nemma and her attached thread to the other side.

Nemma decides not to mention this.
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Dec 8, 2025 2:07 pm
Balancing on long legs, Smaugalir looks between the artful webs, the other spiritlings and the area towards the river.

"How is this bridge to be built? Does anyone have experience with such large and sturdy objects? After all, we are very different in size and footing."
Dec 8, 2025 8:07 pm
The beetle gets to work. They size up a nearby tree (carefully avoiding the important-looking biggest tree), then give it a slight push, testing the tree's stability and weight.

"Um... I'm gonna push a tree down now! It might be loud!"

The beetle waits a respectable moment for their fellow spritelings to brace. Then they back up from the tree, take a breath, and charge. The beetle impacts against the tree...
OOC:
Shall I roll? If so, how many die, and what's the opposition?
Dec 8, 2025 10:02 pm
A tree tall enough that it would reach across the river if thrown across can indeed be found. You imagine it'd weigh almost a tonne, which you probably can handle moving to the shore if not in a hurry. The bigger problem is that a tree big enough to safely serve as a bridge - about a foot in diameter - it's not entirely unstable, having roots that have neither fully burned nor rotted. You'd need to either chew through it near the ground and eventually fell it, or dig it up with the roots (either completely, or chew off the roots).

Once that is done, you'd need to get rid of the branches that get in the way of transportation and movement, and drag it to the destination.

With that in mind, do you do it?
OOC:
No need to roll, though you can activate Gentle Giant to speed up the process if you want (Trivial show off). The more straightforward approach of gnawing and felling it would probably take you around 5-6 minutes, and about twice as much for getting rid of extraneous branches and roots, and then about as much to get the tree to the shore and position it correctly across the river. So . . . about 20, at most 30 minutes for everything.

Edit: Upon some discussion, it became clear that it would be reasonable for Walk Like a Mammoth to warrant a stronger bridge - either three trees instead of one, or two trees and some reinforcement with webbing, or significantly more webwork.
Dec 8, 2025 11:41 pm
The snake returns during this "That one looks long enough for the river. If you and..." turning to Mara "Did you refer to yourself as Mara?" back to Bull "Could knock a few of these down do you think it would be wide enough for you?"

She will turn to Smaugalir "I'm not familiar with construction and like me you look to be of less sturdy construction, but perhaps we can help trim the fallen trees while others uproot them or handle the binding together?"
Dec 9, 2025 9:04 pm
Looking at their fore-arms thoughtfully, Smaugalir nods.

"They are made for delicate work, but I think the thinner branches at the the top should be doable with them. As for the thicker branches, I'm not sure."
Dec 10, 2025 7:49 pm
vicky_molokh says:
With that in mind, do you do it?
The beetle will! They gnaw the roots free, no matter how long it takes. Hopefully, by the time everyone's done cutting away the branches, the tree will be fully loose and ready to position. Then the beetle moves into the next tree, and if required, the tree after that.
OOC:
I'll avoid spending drama charge for now.
Dec 12, 2025 3:05 pm
"Yep! I'm Mara," says the marten to the snake, "what should I call you?"

Mara finishes tying off the webs of the spider's tapestry just in time for the beetle to start uprooting a tree. They could start trimming the branches now, but they've already fallen out of one tree today. Mara's efforts are probably best spent moving the first log toward the river while the beetle works on the next one.
Dec 12, 2025 3:19 pm
"I don't seem to recall a name, so I'll leave that up to you"
Dec 12, 2025 4:26 pm
Being asked to name a spriteling is probably a great honor, and a responsibility that should be treated with seriousness and respect. So it's a shame Mara has all the cultural background and social graces of a rock.

"Huh, weird. Well I hope it comes back to you. Until then I'm gonna call you... Snakey"
Dec 12, 2025 8:48 pm
Names. Useful.

Nemma stores these new names away. Big stupid is Mara. Lots of talk is Snakey. Big shaky shadow has not said name. Smarter than they look? Hiding? Singing one also no name. Danger???

However, Nemma's danger sense picks up nothing from the others, other than an aura of recklessnes from the Mara. Not active danger, but big ones can afford to be careless. Fast and strong enough not to notice what gets crushed.

She continues her webwork, although now a strange new pattern has emerged. If a human were to pass by, perhaps with a magnifying glass, they might be able to read "Snakeymaranemmasnakeymaranemmasnakeymaranemma" over and over again, woven into the fabric of the web.
Dec 12, 2025 9:29 pm
As the tree lies tere calmly, the insectoid spiritling mount it and begins to chop the thinner branches away, neatly, almost flat to the trunk. While working, there is a rhythmic sound emanating in concert with the movements, but it's difficult to discern if the sounds emanates because of their work or the work follows the rhythm of the sound. Either way, the cutting work progresses quickly and methodically.
OOC:
Perhaps one of the usage for the 'Heroic tune'? Here a shanty-like version? ;-)
Dec 12, 2025 11:03 pm
About an hour* of joint effort later, the bridge - made of two logs reinforced by webs - looks sturdy enough even for Bull to cross without worrying about its structural integrity.

The water running below is quick, judging by the sound, and by the shards of ice passing under the bridge.

The opposite shore is slightly steeper, especially further inland, and there is a sign that unlike on the triangular island, snowdrop flowers are more eager to bloom, showing some patches of green where snow has receded.
OOC:
* An hour of effort assumes Bull and Nemma as main contributors. It's possible to reduce this further by either assistance (though compared to those two, total crafting or brawn ratings of less than 7 will be very modest), or by enhancing those two's ratings supernaturally.

Do clarify which of the shores you're going to - presumably either northwest or southwest, as good crossing points towards those are close by to the starting location?
[ +- ] Map reminder (image)
Dec 12, 2025 11:27 pm
"I hope this doesn't attract too much attention to the Elder Mushroom Ring Island, but I imagine that we'll want to be able to get back"
OOC:
I vote for northwest
Dec 13, 2025 5:43 pm
The beetle likes the pretty snow flowers. Flowers are colorful plants. And colorful plants means nearby food! Usually. Maybe.

"Maybe attention is good? We can meet new friends! If there are friends out there? Maybe..." The beetle shudders, thinking of all the bad things that could be out there "U-um, maybe not..."

The beetle hesitates, looking around at their fellows for someone else to take the lead.
OOC:
Northwest shore vote as well.
Dec 13, 2025 7:13 pm
"I certainly hope so, we just also have to keep in mind those 'calamities'. Should we split up to look for supplies and meet back up here later or does someone have advice first?"
Dec 13, 2025 8:22 pm
"We are very different, probably the reason the Elder Ring summoned us. So, we shouldn't split up as we don't know which calamities do us await and how fast they are.

So, if you like to go one direction, we all should do it, granting our strengths to the others and helping with their weaknesses, too."
OOC:
northwest is fine with me, too
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Dec 13, 2025 9:09 pm
Mara doesn't need any convincing to head towards the mountains.

"I think we should get moving. Don't worry, Snakey, I bet there's plenty of forage along the way."
OOC:
Northwest is fine. Also, what are the dietary requirements of a spriteling anyway?
Dec 13, 2025 10:30 pm
The way towards the mountains continues gently uphill, with the smaller hills preceding the steep mountains.

The biome seems to be such that it could provide opportunities to gather roots and mushrooms. Water shouldn't be an issue at this moment in time, with enough snow left form melting, and the occasional spring or puddle even away from the river.
OOC:

Assume a spriteling is omnivorous unless you want life to be more complicated (in which case you'd be getting Drama Charge from the extra hassle). In terms of amount, a typical spriteling eats three meals a day comparable to how much a humanoid would. Except for Bull, who will often need 2.5 times as much, but gain Drama Charge when that causes problems.

On average, an hour of effort of foraging or hunting in the wilderness provides one standard meal, with Survival improving yield as per the decibel scale. This doesn't mean it always takes one hour per hunt, but there's not much point in diving into fine details (beyond the initial narration) and randomising yields from time to time. Note that this food is not particularly well-preserved, and much of it will be unsuitable for hoarding for more than a couple of days.

Travel speed through 'normal' wilderness for a spriteling is about four thousand yards per hour, adjusted by Travel as per the dB scale. So, for example, Bull can comfortably accelerate to a cruising speed of ten thousand yards per hour over normal terrain (or even 25 by Activating Group Steed); this may be reduced for bad terrain though.

It would probably be best to decide on a more specific course/direction/destination - either by azimuth, or by using an image. (Note the site supports automated/integrated pasting of images to imgur, but given the latest mess with imgur, using that function may silently fail depending on your IP address' region.)
With the introduction scene over, everyone gains 15 Drama Charge as previously discussed. It's probably more than the scene impact would indicate, but I said it will be around 15 so I'm handing out 15. Of course further dialogues and other RP are welcome as always.
Dec 15, 2025 4:14 am
The beetle's stomach grumbles. Instinct tells them to dig up something tasty, though they're not sure where would be good to dig. They settle for occasionally stopping to dig wherever there's trees, hoping to find tasty roots.
Dec 15, 2025 1:27 pm
"Well, I am eager to see what we find out there. We could go north in the direction of that tall mountain, but I suggest that instead we follow the banks of this river and then the stream that connects to it that leads into the hills. Unfortunately some of us cross terrain faster than others, so we may be limited to the speed of our slowest member"
Dec 15, 2025 5:30 pm
OOC:
Lol no points in travel
Nemma waves at big shaky shadow. Ride? Seems to like food. Trade? Trade for bug-catch meal? She pounces on a mealworm, stunning it before offering to the big shadow. Mealworms are good crunch, very nutritious, some of the best food.
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Dec 15, 2025 9:06 pm
"Well, maybe the little spider's right. We should feed the big guy now if the slowpokes are gonna ride on them."

Compared to the beetle Mara is probably a slowpoke themselves on a long hike, but they'll find that out the hard way a couple hours later. After they wear themselves out trying to keep up.

"Hey, big fella! Are you strictly roots and leaves or should I get you some fish? And have you got a name?"
OOC:
I think I've got the highest base survival in the party, at a whopping 2, so I figure I'm lead on most of the provisioning. Later on Tracking might be partially applicable if we've got enough meat eaters for hunting to make sense, but it's no good here for foraging and fishing.
Dec 15, 2025 9:16 pm
The river does look like a promising source of food - perhaps twice as plentiful than hunting or gathering, if one takes the right approach. And the good thing is that fish are likely to travel a lot along the river, meaning that a fishing spot may remain relatively sustainable in the long term. (As contrasted against gathering clams, which is just as bountiful a source of food, but more prone to overconsumption as the clams aren't as inclined to travel and fill an emptied area.)

The chilly early spring water is concerning though - it would be great to get some warmth after diving to chase some fish.
OOC:
I admit I don't yet have an idea what mechanical consequences should be for immersion in chilly water yet.
Dec 15, 2025 9:19 pm
"If we aren't leaving now I'll chase down some of those fish as well. Like I suggested earlier, we seem different enough to have our own methods to gather food so it would make sense to split up and gather back together in an hour. I'm sure others would be better equipped to dig up roots or clams, pick out the lesser mushrooms, chase down mice and raid nests. I would appreciate that ride after all."
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Dec 17, 2025 3:35 pm
"Um, name?...no," the beetle says, head sagging down. "Do I still get food? I like, um, everything! I can trade, too! I give ride!! Give ride for food!"
Dec 17, 2025 8:43 pm
Looking around, Smaugalir does seem oblivious to such things as finding or catching food. Apparently, there is no hunger, either, so far. But at least this spiritling uses their height to scan the surroundings.
Dec 17, 2025 8:48 pm
There's not much, or anything, else to see that wasn't already seen (between the overview from the treetop and the look up close). Which does mean there aren't any big dangerous predators around either. Nor any friendly beasts to become acquainted with. At least not here. Which may or may not end up changing far away from the island.
Dec 18, 2025 8:02 am
The little spider bristles at the idea that stupid Mara-thing could catch more food than her. And that no one has eaten the tasty mealworm. Nemma tears into the unfortunate morsel with more force than necessary, guzzling its guts down before devouring the exoskeleton.

Violence, visited upon another, has always been calming. After all, it means you're not being hurt.

She skitters off for better prey: not far, but away from big noises and shaking shadows. Quiet. Stealth.

HURT.


A bird, smug in its sky, would be perfect. To break its wings and crush its body with her jaws. See how smug swoop bird is then.
OOC:
Got a survival of 2 as well, my girl is gonna be so maaaaad
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Dec 18, 2025 8:58 pm
"Well if you haven't got a name either then I'm gonna call you... Bigs!"

Maybe Mara is the only spriteling with a name? Probably because those old mushrooms intended them to be the leader. They were going to find a sturdy looking branch to go spearfishing, but if they're the leader...

Hey! Spidey! Can you make a fishing net? We could catch a whole bunch from the bridge!
Dec 18, 2025 9:03 pm
Rage. Rage. RAGE.

"NEMMA." With all the speed and deftness of a thousand thousand spiders, the spriteling spider weaves a webbed net, composed of her name in giant bold letters. At the center, an image of a marten, its head improbably placed up its own butthole.
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Dec 18, 2025 9:08 pm
"If you string out the net then I'll drive them into it."
Dec 18, 2025 9:20 pm
The bridge does offer a nice place to fish with a net without getting wet in the chilly spring waters.

Though before that could be done, a net of thin yet sufficiently sturdy threads would need to be weaved, and that would take Nemma some time. Of course, each separate fisher would need a separate net. Or, alternatively, a proportionally bigger net could be handled by multiple fishers if desired.
Dec 18, 2025 9:22 pm
In any case, the snake will go diving for fish and toss them up onto the bridge until any net is woven
OOC:
Spending 2 drams activating Dense Fur for cold resistance
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Dec 21, 2025 1:11 pm
One and a half hours later, the spider is finally done weaving the fishing net, Smaugalir managed to find a meaty bug or two, the beetle dug up around for some mushrooms, the snake managed to catch a few fishes and get a bit colder than comfortable (but nothing drastic), 2½ food, and the marten managed to track some rodents to their burrow.
OOC:
Gains:
Nemma: one fishing net (suitable for fishing without worrying about chilly water);
Smaugalir: +1½ meals;
Bull: +1½ meals;
Snakey: +2½ meals (and would benefit from taking a break to warm up a bit);
Mara (I'm treating Tracking as offering half the bonus to hunting for now): +3¾ meals.

Total food gains for this hunting/gathering cycle: 9¾ meals, which, if everyone eats breakfast, will leave 3¼ meals worth of surplus (since bull eats 2½ as much as normal, and gains 4 drams for the hassle).

For now, any Drama Charge effects (Fortes and Flaws) that affect food gains and losses can be considered to last for the rest of the day (i.e. all hunts/fishing can be treated as part of the same Check).
Dec 22, 2025 9:01 pm
Seeing that the net has been completed Snakey comes to inspect it
"Yes, this looks well-woven; it should catch fish later. Now that none of us are in the middle of things, lets take a break to have a meal"
She grabs one fish and brings it to the beetle
"Here you go, a fish for a ride"
Dec 23, 2025 11:34 pm
The newly-christened Bigs happily accepts the fish, greedily slurping it down their gullet (along with any other offered food). They lower themselves to the ground for any willing spritelings to hop on.
Dec 23, 2025 11:47 pm
Snakey goes back to get a fish for themselves, eats it and then curls up on top of the beetle
Dec 24, 2025 1:30 pm
Sharing a meal seems to be quite normal for Smaugalir and is dealt with numerically rather than according to taste.

Once the meal is over, the long legs are ready to cover more ground. Perhaps with a few jumps in between.

"How long will it take us to get there? After all, we're not made to just look, we have to do something, achieve goals. Help the Ring."
Dec 24, 2025 3:27 pm
"We don't know how far we have to go, so we might as well get moving if we're all ready and see when we get there"
Dec 26, 2025 9:10 pm
Achieve. Goal? Take a break??

Nemma ponders the new words as she, with a curt bow to the big shadow (for such a small creature, her grudges are large and long-lasting), crawls aboard. She brings her net along: if it can be used again, most good, but otherwise it will make a fine meal on the journey. Also, she is fond of the art at the center, though she hardly dares admit it to herself.

Unwise to grow attached to something so fragile, so temporary.

Instead, she ponders the new words. Achieve and goal, easy enough. But "take a break"? What could it mean? To forcibly seize a crack or damage of some kind?

If her pride was not so wounded, perhaps she would have been willing to expose the soft belly of her ignorance to the ones she had yet to start considering companions. But instead, she spun the strange combination of words over and over again. Take a break. Break a take. Take a break. Pleasing in its rhythm, maddening in its meaning.
Dec 28, 2025 3:09 pm
As you travel along the shore, the sun climbs into zenith and warms the ground. More and more snow melts, making the ground slightly muddy, at least in sections where young grass hasn't already began sprouting from beneath. It looks almost as if you're bringing about the spring blooms as you travel, though it would be presumptuous to think this is what is trully happening.

On the southeastern shore, you can see more of the charred trees, even for a while after you pass the triangular island's corner, but eventually they give way to a emptier shore, where only smaller bushes can be found.

At one point, you see a river turtle swimming against the stream.On the far shore, here and there groups of beavers are slapping together some lairs out of mud and old branches - there doesn't seem to be enough good reeds growing nearby yet, so the lair seems poorly constructed. Then again, maybe it's just that they are not as smart and skilled as spritelings when it comes to crafting.

A couple of hours past noon, you arrive at the fork where the small river joins the big one. It seems relatively easy to find a shallow section and cross the small river if you want to, while the big one is about as challenging to cross as where you built a bridge - and there are no conveniently sized trees nearby.
[ +- ] Map position (image)
OOC:
Time of arrival is around 14:00.
Dec 28, 2025 3:53 pm
As they pass the beavers "Industrious creatures, we should keep in mind that the river might change eventually. Faster if we brought them timber"

When we arrive "Alright, lets give Bigs a break from carrying us and finish our food gathering for today while we're still at the river"
Dec 28, 2025 7:15 pm
Looking around, Smaugalir sees nothing which would qualify as a calamity.

"There is no thing or creature I deem dangerous. Not to us, not to the Elder Ring. What are we doing? How far will we going? Do we have to leave the rivers? What about being on the wrong side?"

Turning their head which each question into an other direction, the situation is almost funny.
Dec 28, 2025 7:28 pm
"We were told that there were calamities in all three directions, so I expect to go in a direction until we encounter a place a calamity could be. Or at least until we reach the end of the hills. For now, it seems more likely to find things near a stream than elsewhere. Of course we'll have to scout the wetlands and forest as well later.

Of course we could investigate all directions at once if we split up, but at least for now we should probably stick together"
Dec 29, 2025 12:57 am
"Um...so we eat now?" Bigs says, mouth already watering. "I like food plan! And not splitting up plan. Splitting up means being all alone." Bigs shudders. "Scary thought."
Dec 30, 2025 1:29 pm
"Well lets go find that food. Shall we meet up when we've assembled enough for our next two meals?"
Dec 30, 2025 3:31 pm
With an indefinable movement of their head, Smaugalir sets off in search of more food.

"Then let's use this day for travel and provisions. We can't face the calamities hungry. Depending on the situation, we may have miracles to perform..."
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Dec 31, 2025 5:15 am
Splitting up: new. The idea that others can be close to you, that to separate would make you incomplete, this is a strange revelation. Nemma puts it aside for now. Miracle, a fine new treasure of a word. Miracle. Miracle. Miracle. An inexplicable event caused by the supernatural or divine. Therefore, everything they do must be a miracle.

Nemma takes one miraculous step, then another. Then scuttles off to commit some miraculous murders.
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Jan 1, 2026 1:37 pm
Snakey returns to the river to hunt down more fish
Jan 7, 2026 8:02 pm
There's plenty of fish in the river, but just about anyone can catch them with a net. Hardly sporting.

Mara's more interested in tracking down anything tasty that might live in the hills. Rabbits? A whole goat? And if nothing else, there's at least beavers.
Jan 7, 2026 8:38 pm
Much as in the previous area, the terrain provides some opportunities to dig up roots and mushrooms, and there are small rodents here and there to hunt. Additionally, there seem to be more bird nests both in the ground and bushes than there were down south. The number of birds in the sky also seems greater than before, but of course it's hard to say by how much. The fish (and molluscs) are plentiful in the big river, but not as much in the smaller one to the north.

The sun is now gradually approaching the western horizon. Even though winter is clearly not coming back, the peak noon warmth seems to be dying down a bit, and the night is expected to be chilly.
OOC:
Nutrition requirements (per sitting):
Bigs eats 2½ meals (due to today's Flaw Activation), other four Spritelings eat 1 meal each.
Total 6½ meals for the lunch and another 6½ for supper, for a net 13 needed by the end of the day (of which 3¼ you already have).

Gains per hour:
Nemma: Survival 2 -> 1.6 meals.
Smaugalir: Survival 0 -> 1 meal;
Bigs: Survival 0 -> 1 meal;
Snakey: Survival 1 -> 1¼ meals base, doubled for plentiful fish -> 2½ meals;
Mara (I'm treating Tracking as offering half the bonus to hunting for now): Survival+hunt 4 -> +2½ meals.
TOTAL GAIN PER HOUR: 8.6 meals.

After 1¼ hours of foraging (done by 15:15), you have gathered +10.75 meals, and you had had 3¼ meals of surplus from the previous hunt/fish/gather (perhaps held in a net during travel), for a net 14 meals in stash. Once done with lunch (another quarter-hour), it'll be 15:30 (and 7.5 meals remaining). Sunset is at 18:00.
[ +- ] Map position (image)
Jan 8, 2026 1:03 am
"Should we move on to the beginning of the hills before making camp or do we prefer to stop here for the day?"
Jan 8, 2026 10:09 pm
Nemma drags her bounty to the others, clicking her chelicidae with pride. Surely, after seeing her plentiful haul, the others will recognize her superior prowess. She notes Snakey's pile of fish, no doubt due to her excellent net. As for the weasel thing...

She stops, quivering with barely contained rage.

No.

The horrid stoat stands atop of a pile of slaughtered creatures, creatures more than twice its size. It cannot be. And yet it is. The blood-soaked stoat has brought down a GOAT.

Rage. Rage. Rage. In the midst of her fury, a new word, a word that contains a desire to take what the creature holds dear and violate it. A curse from the language of humans, the only creatures large and hateful enough to hold a rage as large as Nemma's.

MOTHERFUCKER.
Jan 12, 2026 6:32 am
Gee, the spider sure seems mad about something. Eh, the food should cheer them up once they get around to eating.

Mara's already snout deep into some of the fish, and answers Snakey's questions between bites.

"I think- munch -we should keep moving as long as- crunch -as we've got daylight."
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Jan 12, 2026 2:20 pm
With some delicate moves, Smaugalir picks here and there some morsels, mixtures of fish, flesh, herbs; whatever gathered. At some piles, she arranges the food more - visible? Aesthetically sorted?

By the way, the communications between the Spritelings is oberved. Snakey and Mara are clear fond of each other, Bigs and Nemma, too. One with great anger, one with great power.

After being sated, too much food would make one lethargic, Smaugalir seeks out a place where everyone can hear and, after a few tentative notes, begins to play an uplifting melody.

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