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.
Jan 17, 2026 9:18 pm
You resume your journey. Eventually you reach the zone of hills proper. The river, naturally, flows through the lower areas between them, but even so, you are travelling slightly uphill. Here, the bushes seem more common, the river doesn't hold as much fauna, and the amount of snow yet left to melt seems to indicate that snowfall was more abundant here.

You spot more birds too - some perched in the shrubs, some flying in the sky. As the sun is approaching the horizon, you begin hearing owl hoots. By that time you have reached an area where the river is passing between two hills before yet another gentle turn. It is a section of hard and relatively dry soil.
[ +- ] Map
OOC:
Time is 18:00 - sunset.
Jan 17, 2026 10:49 pm
Snakey looks around at her companions "I hope those owls don't try to start trouble."

"In any case, we should probably stop here. Its dry, although it doesn't look promising for burrowing. Maybe we can make some shelter from those shrubs?"
Jan 20, 2026 4:16 pm
I'm going to work on biting onto a shrub and pulling it out for shelter materials.
Jan 20, 2026 5:57 pm
With plentiful shrubs around, it's not hard to obtain enough to serve as mild cover in case of snowfall, or an underlay to avoid contact with the cool ground at night. Since the bushes mostly only have buds on them, with only a few barely having young leaves, these wouldn't serve as good protection in case of rain though. The gathering process doesn't take long for a shelter/underlay sized for Snakey - perhaps a couple of dozen minutes, give or take.
Jan 22, 2026 11:58 pm
I will do so. Is there grass, dead leaves or moss around that we could use?
Jan 23, 2026 12:02 am
The grass is sparse and young. You can find dead leaves, but beware that after the rainy autumn and snowy winter, they are wet, cold, and partially rotten. There is moss though, which seems more resistant to the seasons, and can act as a serviceable addition to the underlay.
Jan 25, 2026 6:46 pm
Preparing for rest, Smaugalir looks for a small tree or scrub in the vicinity to stand there, clamping their mandibles at a branch for stability, standing stiffly on thin legs the wind can sweep around as they enter a torpor-like state to rest.
Jan 25, 2026 7:07 pm
Once some shrubs have been uprooted the snake will erect them against one of the standing bushes into a simple structure and then work on pulling up moss and covering the branches with it. The result is bound to be pretty awkward looking, but its a temporary home.
Jan 25, 2026 10:45 pm
Mara's going to sleep under a bush, but they'll tear up a few patches of moss to use as a roof and a blanket. Is the moss durable enough for Nemma to make some simple bags out of it? We should figure out a way to move extra food and supplies once we're in the mountains, but maybe we could hitch a wagon onto Bigs instead...

Speaking of the big guy, if Mara's got some extra time after completing their own shelter Bigs might need a hand making something large enough.
Jan 25, 2026 11:00 pm
Moss doesn't seem like a suitable structural material for a bag. On the other hand, surely Nemma can produce webs and weave bags out of them properly instead of relying on more temperamental materials like moss (or, more realistically, grass, vines, leather and bark once obtained).
Jan 26, 2026 10:19 am
About an hour after the sunset, when most of the immediate preparations for resting are over, Smaugalir and Mara are the first to notice suspicious rustling from one of the bushes on the top of one of the nearby hills from the northwestern side. A more thorough look reveals that there's a bird, approximately the same size as a typical spriteling, with a small bag slung over its shoulder, peeking from behind the bush and observing the camp, probably focusing on Bigs.
OOC:
Mara and Snakey can stay undetected for now. Smaugalir may be the first one to notice the bird (immediately followed by Mara), but would be noticed almost immediately afterwards. Nemma can probably stay hidden at first if she can scrounge up at least a +1 bonus beyond her static Stealth. Bigs is most definitely noticed though.
Jan 29, 2026 6:49 am
<I'll spend a drama charge cause Nemma is scared>

Rustle. Movement. Bird? BIRD.

MOVE FIRST BETTER.


Nemma skitters from the resting place into deeper shadow. Time for attack. Thing is watching. She senses no danger, because this thing will die now fast before it can become danger instead of loud stupid thing. Leap grab stun wrap ensnare!!!!
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Jan 29, 2026 6:19 pm
Being in torpor, Smaugalir is mentally still far away, not able to diving back into the waking world without some external impulse.
Jan 29, 2026 9:08 pm
The bird, distracted by the bigger spriteling, doesn't notice Nemma's approach until the leap happens, and is now forced to fight off a grapple with its modest beak and talons, dodge chelicerae (not very successfully), and occasionally frantically trying to reach for something in its bag (also unsuccessfully). Seeing that the odds are not in its favour, the bird seems to be trying to break off in the hopes of running away, and shrieks to the sky a single word in Beak language:

"Bugs!"
OOC:

The bird has
Defence 1 (Grit 125)
Attack 1 (Base Threat 1.25)
The bird is not particularly belligerent, and has a Retreat Threshold set at taking 10% Threat (i.e. 12.5). Unfortunately for it, it's not fast enough to retreat from Nemma.

Nemma has
Attack 2 (Base Threat 1.6)
Defence 1 (Grit 125)
Please select at what percentage of percentage of wounds (or, alternatively, amount of Threat taken) Nemma would be willing to back off, and (probably purely hypothetically) at what percentage or Threat she'd be willing to surrender if retreat is not an option.

At the rate things are going, if nobody intervenes or changes the situation or modifiers, I'm inclined to advance the timeline by 8 seconds (from +0 to +9), at which point Nemma will have caused 12.5 Threat (causing the bird to attempt retreating) and the bird to have caused 10 Threat to Nemma (that's 8% wounds). Anyone doing anything that might change that?

Possible influences include anyone joining the fray on either side, use of trait activations that may adjust modifiers, &c.
Jan 30, 2026 2:53 am
Snakey will take the opportunity of the distraction to exit their shelter and sneak into the river
Jan 30, 2026 5:21 am
OOC:
Hmmm, I have defined Nemma as scared. So let's say any injuries that would impede survival or mobility will cause retreat, if she lost the use of a leg or an eye. Is that around 50%?
Bugs? Bugs??

Stupid bird thing thinks Nemma is BUGS?????

Nemma focuses more energy on wrapping up the beak, with its terrible sharpness and even more terrible sounds. For a moment she is tempted to use fangs, sink venom into squirming thing and make it food, but she resists. It can speak. Better to question and find out what birdthing is, even if it is so stupid it thinks fierce spider is bugs.
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Jan 30, 2026 12:04 pm
The bird is too busy to notice the snake.
OOC:
Each 10% of wounds count as one level of a Dynamic Trait (Flaw) that might impede some activities (granting Drama Charge normally when activated in such situations). But I would not resort to describing any permanent crippling at any level without player agreement. Healing without aid is slow though, with the base speed being a percent per day (this can be boosted by various traits and effects).

I would like to see how others react (or don't) before 'locking in' the outcome of the fight. Unless some of the PCs try to break up the fight, it's probably going to be very one-sided in light of the way Nemma chose to approach it, probably leading to a successful capture of the bird.
Jan 30, 2026 8:49 pm
Mara's been focused on the bird's bag. It's not made of moss! Or anything else just picked up off the ground, for that matter, someone put some time into crafting it. Could the bird have come from a settlement somewhere nearby?

So it comes as a little bit of a surprise when Nemma goes on the offensive, but it looks like the little spider is doing an admirable job. The bird says something in its awful bird language, unintelligible gibberish to Mara, so they'll try to wake up the stick bug as quietly as possible. They seem like they probably speak bird squawk.
Feb 1, 2026 3:55 pm
Bigs is as deep a sleeper as they are big. The shriek finally jolts them awake, though. A quick glance around shows their friend Mara in a rustle, so Bigs... contemplates hiding like a coward, afraid the bird might hurt them.

Maybe Bigs can do something else other than fight? Bigs tries letting out a gutteral roar. Maybe the bird will run away?
Feb 1, 2026 5:59 pm
Seeing that the odds are not in its favour and escape seems unlikely, feeling that the fight turned less lethal than before, and finally hearing the roar of the bigger bug, the bird gradually ceases struggling.

And yet, despite no longer fighting, the bird occasionally lets out brief indignant shrieks.

"Let go!"

"Despicable invaders, these are our ancestral hills!"

"You! Stag! Go home! Understand? No go hills!"

Also, now that the situation has quieted down and everyone has an opportunity to get a closer look, you can tell that the bird's over-the-shoulder bag is not made of moss nor grass nor spider-silk, but apparently hide of some animal (likely a goat). Not far from the bird, there's also a very short stone-tipped spear under a bush.
OOC:
No more fighting, the bird surrendered, so Nemma didn't suffer anythign beyond the predicted 8% wounds (and the bird took 10% to give up). Write down the wound state on the sheet.

I'm not sure how it would've made the most sense for the bird to react to Bigs' involvement, but I figured with some Presence the current outcome would be beneficial to the party (the one with the bird stopping the fight and accepting capture).
Feb 1, 2026 6:05 pm
Snakey swims down the river a ways, slithers back onto land and behind a bush, scans the sky for other birds and then for now settles in to observe.
Feb 1, 2026 6:08 pm
So far, nobody observes any more birds of this kind in the vicinity. There might be some owls flying in the distance, but they don't seem to be paying attention to the camp area. Furthermore, this bird's anatomy casts significant doubts on whether it could travel by sky, at least without supernatural means, for its wings seem barely noticeable when contrasted against its relatively heavy frame.
Feb 1, 2026 10:37 pm
Nemma crouches atop her prey, much proud, completely unaware that other more reasonable creatures would have preferred a conversation without all this rigamorale. Instead she treasures a new word: "despicable." Contemptible, vile, worthless. Clearly the bird with stumpy wings has confused her with another. How could something worthless have trapped her prey so well?
Feb 2, 2026 3:26 pm
The roar worked! Bigs sighs with relief, thankful the bird didn't notice Bigs' shaking limbs. Bigs takes a few deep breaths to calm down, then...realizes they don't understand what the bird is saying.

Bigs looks around at their teammates, hoping someone else understands.
Feb 3, 2026 7:02 pm
In torpor, Smaugalir is generally unaware of his surroundings, but loud noises, especially roars like those of Bigs, penetrate his ear canals and reach his brain.

He awakens slowly, holding onto the branch a little longer than usual before letting go, because his legs may not be completely steady yet, then taking a deep breath and looking around.

A bird-like creature with a shoulder bag. Interesting. Smaugalir comes a little closer and first makes sure that this creature poses no danger.
Feb 3, 2026 9:48 pm
The bird occasionally briefly struggles, but is firmly secured by Nemma, and seems to be in no position to present risk in the immediate future.
Feb 4, 2026 4:59 am
No one else is speaking, no doubt overcome with awe. With humility, Nemma must take the lead.

"More birds?" she asks. "No shadows. Don't come when you squawk. Who you call to?"

Go home.

No home. Only this. Only go forward.
Feb 4, 2026 8:36 am
Even though the bird has been uttering words all this time in the hopes of a response, it is nonetheless stunned for a few seconds upon hearing one.

"I am Cinder, one of the people, the one of us who walks forward and sings of what it sees to them. And what call do you respond to? And why are you bugs venturing onto our shore, let alone into our hills? Do you not feel content with your woods and forests of your shore?"
Feb 6, 2026 3:32 pm
On long legs, Smaugalir stalks over to the strange bird talking to Nemma.

"If you're one of the people, which people? Who awakened you? What's happening with your people right now or at your place?"
Feb 6, 2026 6:06 pm
The bird turns its head towards the other Spriteling. "Our people. The people. People of the beak. Or do we have to introduce ourselves as Kiwis in our own land, now that bugs are encroaching on it?

And what nonsense questions are these? It is springtime, so of course we are preparing to resume going about our lives, now that everything is thawing and reviving."
Feb 7, 2026 9:26 pm
Smaugalir's head turns sideways, a kind of puzzled gesture.

"If these questions are nonsense for you, making no sense, then they are of no concern to you, which is good, I think. Good for both sides, as is any kind of - communication, I think.

So, Cinder of the people, now that you are awake - what do you do about mushrooms? Are they your food, do you uproot them as they interfere with your kind of life?

Or, if any of this doesn't meet your experience, do you know of any creatures here moving southwards? Or are these questions making no sense to you, too?"


Smaugalir's thoughts deviate quickly to more pressing topics, as music and other sounds, but they try to stay on this topic at least for now.
Feb 8, 2026 12:02 am
The bird first stares at Smaugalir in confusion, but then tries to respond.

"Mushrooms are food, but we are no brutes, we only dig up what is safe to dig up without disrupting the mushroom meshes for the next growth season.

Creatures moving southwards? What kind of creatures? I moved south to look around, after all, but you you are creatures moving northwest, I believe."

'????'

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Feb 8, 2026 3:51 pm
'????'

While behind the bush Snakey stares intently at Cinder and suddenly is replaced by a white feathered kiwi with blue eyes.
OOC:
Transformation Magic, probably level 8 effect
They step out from the bush and speak in Beak "That belief would be incorrect. The beetle like the rest of us is a emissary, they are neither an ordinary member of the bugs nor do they seek to settle in the land of the people of the beak"
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Feb 9, 2026 8:20 pm
With another spriteling on the bird, Smaugalir can relax and follows their thoughts on the actual couing through her mind, something about this pactch of land, this people here.

When they begin to play this melody, they can listen to the sound, follow the dissonances that may arise.
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Feb 10, 2026 12:14 am
Squawk squawk squawk. It's bad enough when birds do it, but when the bugs talk like that it's just unnatural. Mara's going to sit this one out unless it all goes downhill.
Feb 10, 2026 11:16 pm
Bigs curls up next to Mara. Bigs may not understand anything that's being said, but at least they're talking and not fighting. Hopefully Nemma is able to talk calmly with these two bird fellows.
Feb 11, 2026 7:20 pm
Cinder is surprised to meet another speaking bird. "Well met. Do I know you? I don't think I've ever seen you before. Who are you, and where from?

And what sorts of emissaries are you all then?"

'Lily'

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Feb 11, 2026 10:19 pm
'Lily'

"We haven't met before, you can call me Lily. Our group has been sent to discover calamities throughout the valley, as the one who walks forward have you encountered anything unusual or concerning recently that we could assist with?"
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Feb 11, 2026 10:24 pm
The captive bird glances at Nemma, then at Lily. "Right now I'm encountering a concerning group of unusual-looking emissaries, and I'd appreciate assistance with wiggling out of these bindings."

The tone is deadpan and subtly unhappy.

'Lily'

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Feb 11, 2026 10:31 pm
'Lily'

"Haha, besides us I mean. I think letting you loose wouldn't be too concerning" she glances at Nemma "but I hope you don't mind if we hold onto the spear for a bit while we talk"
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Feb 13, 2026 4:50 am
There has been significantly less cheering and celebrating than Nemma expected. Reluctantly, she begins eating her webbing. At least the pointy spear is no longer in the birds.... wings? Talons?

Bird never said who they were calling to. Instead, changed the subject.

Nemma ceases chewing, looks around with alarm. More creatures, one at least that can hold tools, must be nearby.

"First tell, then free. What holds spear??? Where is it hiding???"
Feb 13, 2026 8:55 am
Seeing the arthropod begin chewing on the ropes at first makes the bird worried, but then merely puzzled. It ponders the question for a few moments, trying to figure out just what is being asked.

"I am Cinder, of the people of the beak, spear-and-sling-wielders of these hills. You surely came from the southeast, but the path northwest is into our land, and we are many, and you should think twice before attacking one, for we are many, both hidden and overt, in these hills."

'Lily'

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Feb 13, 2026 9:11 am
'Lily'

Snakey gestures at Smaugalir
"Could you hold on to the spear for the moment?"
Feb 13, 2026 12:44 pm
Disturbed in their music-making, Smaugalier looks indignantly at the spear and then take it in a hind claw, firmly and securely, so that it cannot be used easily or quickly.

Then they return their attention to the dissonances here.

'Lily'

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Feb 13, 2026 1:10 pm
'Lily'
OOC:
Activate three levels of Captivating Gaze
"I assure you we are not thinking of attacking. If you're still cautious, we could use a guide as much as you may be interested in keeping an eye on us. Now a moment, I should get some of our group who are less comfortable with Beak caught up."

Snakey will translate the conversation from the beginning into Stag
Feb 13, 2026 2:24 pm
Cinder gazes into Lily's eyes. "I am good at being a guide, and it would be good to keep an eye on you all instead of letting you wander."
Feb 13, 2026 6:24 pm
Nemma finishes consuming her webbing so the stumpy bird thing is free and its hidden friends will not attack. One of her many eyes goes to Snakey, now also a bird thing. The snake thing is able to lie with its shape.

She ponders the shapeshifters words, specifically "we are not thinking of attacking". Truth or lie? Cannot be full truth, as Nemma is more than willing to consider that option. Clever almost truth: "we" can be many without including the spider. The snake thing is more cunning than she realized.
Feb 16, 2026 10:39 am
"So, uh, we can catch some sleep before going anywhere, right? Do emissaries sleep at night normally?" Cinder blinks at Lily. "Or are you a nightbird like the mountain owls whose colouring you share, and everyone else in the band follows your lifestyle?"

The bird glances at all the other spritelings.

'Lily'

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Feb 18, 2026 6:34 pm
'Lily'

"Yes, lets get back to sleep. We can talk more in the morning"
And they'll try to fit under their former shelter for the night
Feb 18, 2026 6:40 pm
Still grumpy after the incident, the bird proceeds to silently prepare a place to sleep using nearby materials such as bush branches (unless interrupted).
Feb 18, 2026 7:04 pm
The night passes without any trouble. Occasionally, owls hoot in the distance, but not anywhere near the camp. It's a relatively clear night, with the moon and stars visible in the sky. A chilly one though, particularly before the dawn.

During the morning twilight, Cinder gets up, spends a few minutes stomping, jumping, running and dancing in place to warm up, strides to the water to get a few sips and a chance to clean itself a bit (and then spends a few moments shaking shaking and shivering because the water is cold), and finally walks off to dig up some worms and roots for breakfast, to be ready for the joint journey soon after.
OOC:
Sunrise is at 06:00, but characters are free to wake up earlier since it was around 19:00-20:00 when everything was concluded on the first day. It's probably impractical to start foraging or exploring earlier than 05:00 though.

Scene's default impact remains at trivial, though will change during the more important parts of the 'tour'.

Scene end here / scene start here.

'Lily'

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Feb 18, 2026 7:41 pm
OOC:
Extend Transformation Magic 1 scene for 3 drams
'Lily'

Lily engages in similar ablutions, although perhaps more comfortably, in the cold water. They'll leave fishing for others this morning and instead separately go looking for bugs and berries.
Feb 19, 2026 2:36 pm
Bigs is worried. They looked all around camp, but they can't find Snakey! Where did Snakey go?
Feb 19, 2026 6:01 pm
Mara will take a turn fishing this morning, it's probably better that no one wanders too far off. They give Cinder a stoic nod on the way to the river, to make sure Cinder knows they're cool.
Feb 19, 2026 6:22 pm
Cinder nods back to Mara, and continues digging. If someone listens closely, it's possible to hear very quiet muttering, "These emissaries . . . bugs, beavers, what next, a toad and a talking snake coming to our hills?!"
Feb 21, 2026 9:24 am
OOC:
With no further input, I'm assuming the spritelings will default to following some semblance of the foraging routine performed yesterday before moving out. I'm assuming most got ready to forage an hour before dawn (the earliest practical).

Bigs: I think it's reasonable to activate Walk Like a Mammoth again (trivial impact) for the food requirements, so you get 4 drams.
[ +- ] Calculations
Food stash changes: after yesterday's supper, today morning foraging, and breakfast, food stash is 2.85 meals.

Cinder handles its own food stash independently and seems reasonably proficient with foraging (Survival 3).
Once all the morning procedures are handled and everyone (except Snakey, who's nowhere to be seen) is back together, Cinder addresses the Spritelings.

"Since it's best to be a guide, I can guide you through the hills and let you talk to the other people of the beak, so you can act as the emissaries you say you are, and we will be able to hear you say your piece. I can say it will take about one-third of the time from dawn to dusk to make this journey, if everyone can walk at a brisk pace. If someone is unused to long walks through hills, I say we will maybe take half of daytime, but still no worse than one day.

Are we ready to move out?"
OOC:
That is, Cinder estimates that the journey will take about 4 hours of walking [Travel 2]. Of course, in that time there'll be opportunities to discuss whatever questions may be remaining unanswered.

'Lily'

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Feb 21, 2026 1:09 pm
'Lily'

In Beak "That seems like a good plan. While we're travelling I'd love to hear about any other novel things you've come across, such as outsiders besides us"
In Stag to Bigs "Can I travel on top of you again today?"
Feb 21, 2026 2:38 pm
To Lily "Um, sure!...again?"

Bigs does one last sweep of the camp, calling out for Snakey all the while. Maybe they left on their own? Bigs hopes Snakey is okay.
Feb 23, 2026 1:23 pm
As there don't seem to be any objections, Cinder reaches to its bag with its leg, flipping it to the back, and begins striding onwards along the river, and telling about the region.

"If by outsiders you mean other people, then there are indeed two, though thankfully there have been no encounters lately.

In the swamp to the left of sun's path, there are the croaking people, or toads. They claim most of the swamp for all I know, and claimed they have no interest in venturing beyond it, so we claimed the meadows between the hills and the swamp as a natural boundary between them and our hills.

To the southeast, also across the river but further than that, where forests begin, are the stag people, reminiscent of some of your companions, but marked by vicious spiky weapons on their heads, as sharp as any beak and talon. Since they reside in the woods and don't venture beyond, we also claim the land from the river to the woods as another boundary, though we care even less for venturing there, as it is distant land and not as bountiful as the hills.

Meanwhile, we will be walking to the northern part of the hills, to where our* campsite is."
OOC:
* Exclusive our, not inclusive our.
Cinder proceeds to describe the major features of the region in more detail, giving you a better idea of what's where.
[ +- ] Updated map 05 (image).

'Lily'

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Feb 24, 2026 3:57 pm
'Lily'

Cinders comments are all being translated
"No encounters lately... well no news is good news. Have you ever ventured beyond the hills into the mountains to the north?"
Feb 24, 2026 4:06 pm
"No, the cliffy mountains are swarming with shrikes, we don't go there. Even if you never encounter one beak to beak, you might accidentally step into their nettle-feathers, or hunt some prey that had the misfortune being affected by one, and have a bad day. Not worth it.

I don't even walk all the way to the northern edge of the hills, since some shrikes hunt even there. When I was a kid, elders used to say this wasn't always like that, but I guess they're here to stay."
Feb 24, 2026 7:25 pm
"Ooo, I bet the shrikes are the bad thing the mushroom circle talked about! We should, um, find where shrikes come from, and stop it! By doing, um, something. Somehow. I don't know how to stop a shrike."

'Lily'

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Feb 24, 2026 8:14 pm
'Lily'

Before immediately translating Lily will try to see if Cinder shows any sign through reacting of understanding Bigs's speech in Stag. If not:
"I'll translate that if you want, are you sure we want to reveal that our creator is the mushroom circle? We may need to do that to earn their trust but I'm also worried about their safety since they can't move and none of us are staying with them"
Feb 24, 2026 10:26 pm
To Lily: "Oh! Um, uh, do you know about the mushrooms?...wait. Are the other birds not made from the mushrooms? But you said you're made from mushrooms. Are all birds not made from mushrooms? Are you a special bird? Ooh, is that how you speak like me?! Because you're a special mushroom bird! That's really cool! So the other birds are made from, uh, do you know? Where birds come from?

'Lily'

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Feb 24, 2026 10:39 pm
'Lily'

"Right, I think this language is safe. I'm Snakey, its just more convenient to be a kiwi when we're meeting other kiwis. I'm not sure what relation the Elder Mushroom Ring has to other creatures, its difficult to ask while being cautious."
Feb 24, 2026 10:46 pm
Bigs' eyes go wide as their mouth hangs agape, a claw pointing at...Snakey?!? The bird is Snakey!?!?! That's...
"So cool!" Bigs says.

'Lily'

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Feb 25, 2026 4:47 pm
'Lily'

Lily will translate but substitute "our leader" for "the mushroom circle"
Feb 25, 2026 7:01 pm
"Shrikes are bad news. They come from the north, the mountains. Not sure how you'd stop them. They are numerous and bloodthirsty. Wherever they live, they overhunt, stake their prey on branches and spines, and scatter their nettle-feathers. If you try fighting them in their territory, you will soon get too hurt to keep fighting. Also, they can fly."
[ +- ] Bigs' response translated by 'Lily'

'Lily'

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Feb 26, 2026 6:17 pm
'Lily'

"Fearsome. Can they communicate in Beak, do you know?"
Feb 26, 2026 6:26 pm
"Of course they can't, they're not like us and toads and stags - not people. They don't have complex language, they do not use tools, they do not use complex tactics, they do not temper their hunts. Had they been an enemy people, they'd probably be even more fearsome though, even compared to their rampaging ways."
Feb 28, 2026 7:34 pm
About four hours later, you see a clearing with neither hills nor shrubs. Within the clearing, a safe distance from the shore, and perhaps 3-4 thousand yards from you, there is perhaps two dozen tents made of hides, and some birds walking around there.
Feb 28, 2026 7:35 pm
Cinder takes a deep breath and loudly whistles, "HELLO I'M BACK, AND WITH GUESTS NEVER SEEN BEFORE!"

Then, just as the other birds seem to notice the delegation and begin moving faster between the tents, turns to the Spritelings and says much more quietly, "There, now give me my spear back."

'Lily'

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Mar 1, 2026 4:08 pm
OOC:
Extend Transformation Magic 1 scene for 3 drams
'Lily'

"That seems reasonable" Lily looks to Smaugalir
Mar 1, 2026 11:44 pm
Bigs plops down so their riders can get off. They nudge Smaugalir with their shoulder to hand over the spear.
Mar 2, 2026 10:41 am
[ +- ] Background Soundtrack
Smaugalir hands over the spear, after which Cinder continues to lead the Spritelings towards the campsite. As you approach, you can make out more details of it.

Many of the tents seem relatively low, hinting that they're entrances to dugouts rather than entirely overground structures. On the edges of the campsite there are a few artificial mounds, and more and more birds are gathering on them to get a better look around - some standing one one leg near vowen baskets, each holding a sling in the other leg.You can also spot a bird returning from the eastern direction, carrying two earthenware jugs slung over its shoulder using some sort of strap or rope.
Mar 2, 2026 10:41 am
As Cinder comes within a dozen steps, there is much greeting, cheering, and hugging (as much as the tiny wings allow calling that hugging), after which one of the other birds asks Cinder, "So what's the story?"

And to that Cinder responds with a summary of patrolling the southern direction and running into an unfamiliar camp, and how things went between it and the Spritelings. The other birds seem slightly concerned, but ultimately accepts its decision to bring everyone here. Eventually, the birds turn to the Spritelings.

"So what's the story?"
"Yeah, you mentioned being emisarries, so is there a reason you moved out to our hills?"
"Welcome to the beak home."
Mar 3, 2026 4:10 pm
Bigs considers running away from the imminent threat: socializing. But there's over a mile of open land to cross, and running might only attract more attention. Instead, Bigs tries to physically hide behind Lily/Snakey.

This does not work.

'Lily'

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Mar 3, 2026 4:58 pm
'Lily'

"Thank you for your hospitality, my name is Lily. We have been warned that these are ominous years and that calamities approach from the three directions and sent out to help the valley flourish and not decay. We decided to visit these hills first. Based on what we have heard from Cinder it seems like the most likely problem facing this area are the shrikes, but if anyone else has noticed anything unusual recently we would also like to hear from them."

Lily will keep the others caught up with Stag translations.
Mar 3, 2026 5:52 pm
The birds exchange glances, and one of them speaks. "I am Singing Wind, these are Thistle and Winter Sun.

Warned by whom, I wonder?"


Winter Sun chimes in: "Yeah, is this someone you're emissaries of?"

Singing Wind continues: "But yes, shrikes are a problem, and they do approach bit by bit, year by year. Though I suppose the hunting vulture is another, more distant yet bigger threat, in a way."

Thistle adds: "If you say from three directions, does that means the Toads and the Bugs also have these 'calamities'?"
Mar 3, 2026 9:34 pm
Giving back spear is quite foolish, but also getting surrounded by birds: most foolish of all. The bird things wear human accessories and use human weapons and say human things like "welcome" and "whom". Strangest, they ask for things instead of taking them. This is why they are easy prey for shrikes.

The spider keeps some side-eyes on exits, but these things seem quite stupid. Like grubs. Still, they made a spear, and have clever woven baskets. Maybe they have traps for creatures who wander into their territory stupid plain.

Large beetle tries to hide. Large beetle continues to be smarter than the rest of them, if very bad at hiding.
Mar 4, 2026 11:10 pm
AAAAAAAA QUESTIONS AAAAAAAAA

"Um, ah, um...uh...

Bigs isn't panicking. Bigs isn't pacing around like they're about to start throwing things. Nope. Nuh-uh.

"We, um...like birds.

...

...hi."

'Lily'

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Mar 4, 2026 11:17 pm
'Lily'

"Yes, our leader has unusual sensitivity to future threats to the valley. We expect to visit the Toads and Bugs later. Could you tell us more about this vulture?"
Mar 5, 2026 10:32 am
"Some generations ago, a vulture was spotted up north that was much bigger than other vultures. It also was unusual in that unlike normal vultures, it would not be content to feed on carrion, but rather would sometimes chase and slay healthy goats. Oddly, it would often leave carcasses not fully consumed after that.

Like that of the shrikes, the feathers it sheds are dangerous to the touch, itching for days if grabbed with naked claws. It is after the arrival of the hunting vulture that the shrikes began behaving oddly. They too began killing more than they can eat, and expanding further south.

We are considering moving our campsite in a few years if this continues, as the shrike lands are now only a couple of horizons away from it.

Tell us more about this 'leader' of yours, and where you hail from."

'Lily'

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Mar 5, 2026 2:52 pm
'Lily'

"This vulture seems like a plausible lead for us to look into, I must confer with my fellows but I hope that you could give us directions if we agree to look into the matter.
In Stag
"What do you think? Does this seem like the catastrophe in this region? And are you inclined to handle this now or to investigate the other regions first?"
Mar 5, 2026 6:46 pm
"Sure, we can lead you to the map tent later and show what is where.

But do tell us more about this 'leader' of yours, and where you hail from."
OOC:
I'd call the Beak group as being a collective rating of 3 in Insight (or difficulty to be misled). You have Manipulation 3 too. So it's an even match. You seem to be trying to avoid telling about the leader and origins, but the group is trying to learn more. Would you prefer to keep this a tie (evading the questions but with some sort of downside like annoyance and reluctance to offer other favours), or try your luck by rolling anywhere from 1 to 4 dice for a tiebreaker?

'Lily'

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Mar 8, 2026 10:40 am
'Lily'

In Beak
"While my companions consider that;"
Lily lightly springs on top of Bigs to draw attention
OOC:
Activate 1 level of Captivating Gaze
Then she points a wing towards the great tree on mushroom island
"In regards to our leader you are familiar with the central area between the Beak, Stag and Croak speakers I trust?"
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Mar 8, 2026 8:29 pm
The birds look southwards. Thistle takes a step towards 'Lily' and the mighty beetle. "Ah, Triangle Island, the place of the ancient great fire. I am familiar with it from whispers exchanged between elders when I was young. Are the embers reigniting? Or was some other calamity foreseen there by your 'leader'?"
Mar 9, 2026 5:15 am
Mara's been quiet while "Lily" does the introductions, the translations are helpful but it's still hard to listen to so much Beak.

Apparently Lily's worried about sharing the location of the Elder Mushroom ring now? Who knows why, most of it's probably too deep underground for these Kiwis to get at even with their spears. Not that it seems like they'd try anyway, isn't the vulture-calamity their enemy too?

There must be at least some game higher up in the mountains if the vultures and shrikes can hunt, but it would be still be a good idea for the party to get their hands on some bags in order to stock up on the plentiful food by the river. And a spear would be nice. Another word pops into Mara's head too - salt!

"Just tell them we'll kill that vulture in exchange for a few day's supplies. Isn't that our job anyway?"

'Lily'

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Mar 9, 2026 3:16 pm
'Lily'

Lily interrupts their discussion to give a nod of acknowledgement at Mara and then looks at Nemma and Bigs wondering about their take
"On the contrary, we're lead by a sage of that land, so no need for our group to move to another land permanently"
Mar 10, 2026 9:10 am
"Huh, someone still lives there. That's odd. Then again, one of your companions seems to be a talking if not fluent mammal, so that's very odd too. Would be curious how that happened."

The birds seem to have grown distracted from the initial line of questioning.

"So you want to learn about the surroundings. Follow me to the map tent," says Winter Sun, and goes towards one of the tents on the southern edge of the campsite.
OOC:
Up to you whether to follow or not, of course, but some of the things below will not be harder to witness if you don't.
Those who come closer to the campsite can spot that not all birds came to watch the strangers. A couple seem more interested in tailoring something out of a hide and moulding an earthenware bowl respectively. Also, between all the tents, in the very middle of the campsite, you spot an extinguished campfire surrounded by stones.

Winter Sun approaches one of the tents and pulls off the entrance curtain. The entryway itself is decorated by small animal bones hanging tied to strings, as well as by freshly gathered snowdrop flowers plugged into straps of hide.

The interior of the tent seems lower than the surrounding ground, and the floor at the entrance is sloped downward, thus making the room look larger than the tent size would indicate.

Near the middle of the room, there are two areas warded off by rows of stones, and filled with what seems to be clay or mud. One of the two such clay boards has a drawing of what looks like a depiction of relative positioning of the river, woods, Triangle Island, and so on. The other is a clean slate. There are also some tools lying nearby - an earthenware jug, a medium-sized bone that you suspect might be a goat scapula, a few small sticks and bones and stones with sharpened ends, a narrow strip of hide with notches.
[ +- ] Map update (image includes both their depiction and what you are aware of)
"Let us discuss what news there are of our surroundings and territories, exchanging tales of what we explored."

'Lily'

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Mar 11, 2026 3:59 pm
'Lily'

"Unfortunately we visited you first, so we doubt we have any tales that would be new to you."
Mar 12, 2026 9:36 pm
"Aww, I was hoping to learn more of the current situation around Triangle Island.

Still, I will tell you of these places. Up north, in the rocky mountains, there used to large areas for harvest and hunt. Mountain goats would graze there, but plants were still plentiful. Nowadays not so much, now this line marks the places where we are less confident in our territory, and this further north where shrikes roam. In there, closer to the river, the hunting vulture was spotted more often back when we used to go there, but we are unsure of its whereabouts nowadays.

We are unsure what is on the northeastern side of the river - exploring there was not worth the effort. The line in the west-southwest direction marks where the swamps of the toads begin. We don't go there. Legend has it that long ago during or before the great ancient fire, the toads would not claim all of the swamplands, but rather go further southwest from the valley around the triangle island, which is why the toad line does not approach the island closely. Not sure if it's still like that. None of the elders specified at the time, but later some thought maybe it's because of where the fire happened.

On the eastern side of the river, in the north shrikes have began pushing south from the mountains into the plains, but plains are not as rich as the hills so this was a lesser concern. Far on the eastern side of the river, the forest marks the beginning of bug lands. They don't claim the parts of the forest hit by the fire, I think.

But surely you, emissaries, know at least something of the ancient fire's lands, having come from there?"
Mar 13, 2026 1:59 pm
Bigs knows. Bigs knows the elder mushrooms, the dying island, the big tree. Why isn't Snakey telling them? Should Bigs tell them? Would Snakey get mad?

"Um..."

Bigs hesitates. Maybe this is a bad idea. But the birds are looking increasingly frustrated. Bigs doesn't want them to get angry, especially at Snakey.

"It's, um, not good. The trees are still dead-looking. There's mushrooms, I guess. But it doesn't look good."

'Lily'

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Mar 13, 2026 2:20 pm
'Lily'

Lily relays that and then nods encouragingly
"The most useful observation we could make is that the river around here"
They point with their wing
"is likely to be altered by beaver activity. Our mammal companion is impressed by your spears, is there any chance of us getting equipped if we do go after the vulture?"
Mar 13, 2026 7:49 pm
Winter Sun furrows its feathers, while Singing Wind and Thistle glance at each other, before the latter responding:

"We can probably spare a few for now, even though early spring is not the best time for such a request - coming back in a few days would be better, but you probably do not want to linger. One would also worry whether we should worry about your return if you mean to face the hunting vulture. But yeah, we can provide a few."

'Lily'

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Mar 14, 2026 3:13 pm
'Lily'

"How many days? If we can avoid imposing during the spear hunting season we may be able to find things to occupy ourselves."
Mar 14, 2026 9:09 pm
Thistle responds, "It's not so much that it's peak spear hunting season, just that after winter everyone will focus on restocking everything, getting baths, and scouting the surroundings for a few days. People wouldn't find it awkward after, say, three or days from now. Maybe six if something unfortunate happens."

Winter Sun adds, "Definitely no later than start of summer, unless we decide to move the campsite south this year."

Singing Wind wonders, "If you plan to wait for those days, maybe we can just share work and fire and food? I think we saw the net with fish on the big one, right?"

'Lily'

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Mar 15, 2026 3:07 pm
'Lily'

"I'm inclined to get a look at the shrikes to the north first, but perhaps some of my fellows would stick around."
Mar 18, 2026 12:09 pm
"Um...Snakey. Snakey. Do we have time to wait? For the, um, spears and stuff. Or will the mushrooms be mad at us? Because we're not doing the, um, calamities? I don't want the mushrooms to be mad..."

'Lily'

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Mar 18, 2026 12:19 pm
'Lily'

In Stag
"Hmm... you're right, we're not sure much time we have to work with"
In Beak
"Sorry, my companions are raring to go, so if you could spare those spears after all then we'll be on our way."
In Stag
"It looks like the easiest way to get to that high mountain is to follow the river back and then north, or do you want to try to get through the mountains?"
Mar 18, 2026 5:47 pm
Nemmie bristles with pride at the mention of the net. "My net," she says quietly, unable to fully prevent herself from taking credit.

Spears are good. Weapons are very good. Maybe just strap them to Bigs, let them porcupine-roll into enemies. However, a long wait with these unknowns....

Nemmie checks in with herself, digging deep. Trap? Ambush? Danger??

Yes. Much danger. The journey will be long and perilous. Less danger here. Hard to tell if the danger will grow with waiting. Also, the spider wants to see Bigs covered in spears.

""Spears good! Give to us, we kill stupid large bird." Nemmie's flippancy hides her fear, like a tissue hides an elephant. Vultures are not supposed to be dangerous. Big bald-heads make scary shadows, but only eat the dead. Vultures should not be attacking. Vultures very big, with cruel hooked beaks: not good enemy
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Mar 20, 2026 10:46 am
The birds seem taken aback by the response of the bloodthirsty spider.

"Bugs are so bloodthirsty and overconfident . . ."

"Just like that?"

"We are not getting those spears back, I'm sure . . ."
Mar 20, 2026 10:46 am
But then Cinder, who kept a low profile until then, steps forward.

"Actually, these bugs are tough. The smaller one ambushed and overpowered me yesterday when I observed their camp, but was careful not to hurt me seriously. So I think worst case they will be able to cull a few of the shrikes along the way, which is still good for us. I'll go talk to the toolmakers."

Cinder departs towards the centre of the campsite, and Smaugalir tags along. In a few minutes, Cinder returns with four spears in a bundle tied together with what seems to be slings (made more obvious by the presence of small hide cradles for placing the projectile). Much like the one you've seen Cinder use, these spears are made of wooden sticks and stone spearheads tied and glued into them.

"Toolmakers said we'll be fine. Plus, Smaugalir, the medium bug, apparently is interested in staying behind, exchanging songs, and helping make some flutes and drums for the kids, so it's not like we're being made into fools by this gift."

'Lily'

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Mar 23, 2026 12:34 am
'Lily'

"Thank you for the assistance, we'll be sure to make good use of it."
Mar 24, 2026 1:09 pm
With everyone getting a bit of rest and faring each other well, the Spritelings depart. The recent opportunity to look at the birds' map came in handy, as it marked some convenient fording spots, making it easy for Bigs to carry the passengers over the river in the shallowest, safest crossing to the eastern shore (which is optimal for the rest of the journey along the rivers).

By sunset, the Spritelings reach the fork in the river, and get to benefit from its abundant amounts of fish. The night is little different from the previous one, other than in lacking encounters with any new acquaintances.

The next morning - the dawn of the third day of spring - is noticeably warmer. By now, there is no snow remaining anywhere, leaves are returning to all the shrubs, and more flowers have sprouted here and there. With sunrise, you move out further north. It's a relatively pleasant walk along the river, with the warm sun and the cool wind balancing each other.

The terrain changes slightly as you pass the line marked as infested the Shrikes. Though perhaps the real cause more to do with this also being the approximate boundary where the grassy meadows and hills give way to cliffy mountains. That is to say, the ground here looks more arid and less overgrown, and there are fewer shrubs here.
Things do look a bit different as you go further north along the river. Around noon, you walk between the river and some rocks extending from a cliffside to the shore, and from behind them a different scene unfolds.

On the eastern side, where the shore and cliffs meet, there are some acacias growing amid a patch of grass. And on the acacias' thorns and branches, there are some rodent and bird carcasses.
[ +- ] Travel calculations
[ +- ] Food gain/loss rate calculations
OOC:
Time is 12:30 on day 3 of spring. Bigs gets to claim the Walk Like a Mammoth Drama Charge gains for the new day (for the food requirements), at a Trivial multiplier. Nemma also reduced wounds % from 8% to 6% over the course of the two nights of sleep.
[ +- ] Map update (image)
Mar 24, 2026 1:50 pm
Snakey looks around "Can anyone see one of them yet?"
Mar 24, 2026 2:51 pm
Looking around, all you see all the way to the horizon are just the cliffs (of varying steepness) and the river. There aren't any aggressive-looking birds. In fact there seem to be relatively few birds in the vicinity overall.
Mar 29, 2026 11:54 am
With nobody seeing any of the birds nearby, and nobody deciding to do anything noteworthy, the spritelings move on. There's not as much to see here as in the hills. In on the horizon, sometimes it becomes possible to discern new mountain peaks and estimate the distance to them. But close by, the land is more hard and barren, with the occasional patches of grass and bushes where it's more hospitable.

A couple of hours of travel later, you witness a fork in the river, and, judging by the stones in it, a potential ford that could be used to cross from the southwestern shore to the northwestern part of the fork. Somewhat concerningly, there's three birds, each almost as large as a typical spriteling, fluttering in the fords area, perhaps 50 yards or so from each other.

These do look like they might be shrikes. In a manner that seems un-shrike-like, they seem to be taking low swoops above the water in attempts to grab some fish that's too close to the surface.
[ +- ] Map update (image)
OOC:
Time is around 15:00 of the third day. Food supplies are down to 0.55 meals after the brief lunch.

Before taking any actions, decide how close you came are (minimum about a hundred yards, maximum around or or two thousand). Mara and Nemma are likely to have been the first to notice the shrikes, but surely everyone would spot them eventually.
Mar 31, 2026 5:20 pm
I'll go for the 100 yards, I'd like to have a chance to pick up any conversation the shrikes are having

Rolls

Stealth

2 Positive, 1 Blank, 0 Negative - Total: +2 (+3) = +5

Mar 31, 2026 5:49 pm
The shrikes don't seem to be paying attention to the approaching snake, at least for now. They do make occasional sounds, but these are the brief tweets of simple animals, not a syntax-filled language of a sapient people.
Mar 31, 2026 7:36 pm
Birds. Kill, kill, KILL.

But Nemma hesitates. It seems as if killing is not always the proper solution? Strange and confusing, more strange than talking mushrooms and birds carrying spears. Could some of the creatures she killed have been more useful still alive? But then, how to discern what to kill? Killing good, makes food and safety, but sometimes bad???

Overwhelmed with indecision, Nemma follows Snakey's lead, sneaking closer while remaining hidden.

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