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oh god the song.
Hunger (Frozen/Disney Dark Fantasy AU)
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Hey @Metaldragon868, quick question.
1. If I get an Omake up tonight can the BS point be retroactively added to the roll? Could it instead even be used to force a reroll, than simply adding what? I think you said 30%? Since 30% of 13 is pretty shit lol. Unless adding the +30 to make 43 is good enough to not go batshit crazy lol.
2. Do said Omakes have to be canon? Because I've got an idea but don't have enough details about other parts of the world to make sure it fits your lore...
1. If I get an Omake up tonight can the BS point be retroactively added to the roll? Could it instead even be used to force a reroll, than simply adding what? I think you said 30%? Since 30% of 13 is pretty shit lol. Unless adding the +30 to make 43 is good enough to not go batshit crazy lol.
2. Do said Omakes have to be canon? Because I've got an idea but don't have enough details about other parts of the world to make sure it fits your lore...
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Hmm...
The song is...sort of a sanity check/pure luck roll. It's pure luck, but the actual results will vary depending on your sanity.
Considering how low your sanity is...
As this relates to omakes, the BS point will add +30 since it's pure luck.
When you submit the omake, I'll talk more about the potential consequences of your actions.
As for how canon the omake has to be...
Well, given how limited the world-building has been so far, from your point of view, I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't canon. As it is I think that if anyone makes an omake that is good enough to be considered canon, is something so good I decide that it's canon now, or is something that I would have seriously considered making canon if it wasn't for me having prior plans I prefer that you have no knowledge of.
If such a thing occurs, I'll probably provide a small bonus.
Again, however, I doubt it'd be canon compliant given how little you know about the world at the moment. A large part of which is simply because there hasn't been a good opportunity to inform you without giving a flat info dump.
Though...I suppose I could do an info post that outlines the 9 Territories of Arendelle. It'd be basically what Elsa could know already so it'd essentially just be catching the audience up.
Don't really know when that would be up. Might not even take that long.
Anyway, to round up, if you make an omake and apply the bonus to the Song, you'll get a +30 bonus, and you don't even need to make it canon compliant.
Honestly, it can be anything. Just keep in mind that fluffier things tend to bring the darker aspects of my creativity to mind.
Under the Sea [Non-canon]
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Then here we go...
Fair warning, this omake is playing fast and loose with the stuff in the movie The Little Mermaid, and what was in the original story. I'll put a bit of an info dump at the end for those who never read the book and thus don't know why certain things are as they are.
Omake One
Under the Sea
Ariel was angry. You could tell because the throne room was empty. Even Sabastian and Flounder were just kind of hovering in the background, trying to make themselves as small as possible.Under the Sea
Ariel was known for her undying curiosity, her father, King Triton, son of the God Poseidon had cursed the emotion endlessly as she grew up. If he were still here now... But that didn't matter. He was gone, long gone, and she sat the throne now. Her sisters advised her as ever, but they'd never understood why she'd let that maiden who'd stolen Eric from her go.
But that wasn't the point. Right now she was curious again. Because Odin, that Northern deity from the Northern Pantheon was up to something. She might only be a demi-god herself, and a child of a "lesser" god at that, but her grandfather was Poseidon, God of the Seas.
The amount of power it took to summon something from the Void and bring it forth into the realm of the living... was too much to hide, even for someone like Odin. All the pantheons felt it. She didn't know what Odin was planning, and she doubted that if any of the Gods did that they would bother to inform her, but it was curious. It was even more curious because it wasn't long after that the nations above had gone to war.
Now, normally she wouldn't notice or care. The men of the land did as they pleased and she could care less. The only man she'd ever cared about was Eric, and when he'd fallen for the maiden thinking that she was the one to save him from the sea, she hadn't cared about another human since. Still, her heart still longed for him, enough that even though his kingdom had dwindled and died centuries prior, she still kept any and all ships away from his once prosperous island kingdom. If there were any humans left there now they were barely more than animals, wandering among ruins they could not hope to comprehend.
Until recently. Recently the men had begun fighting over an island. Not her island, no- men knew not to even approach it. They didn't understand why, but they knew that any ship trying to even get close would be sunk beneath the waves. For she would not allow a single hand to destroy what was left of her love, and that was what men did, they destroyed.
But what could the timing of whatever it was Odin had brought into this world have to do with the island they were fighting over? Why would the-
No. There was absolutely no way they were trying this now.
With a wave of her father's trident, a lesser copy of the one her grandfather wielded - she saw what was happening above, at the very edges of her domain, the place where the water met the skies.
The men had been fighting again, destroying each others ships. One was sinking, and the other was slowly taking on water. It may have won, but both were doomed. And the ship was heading for Eric's island!
"Scylla! Charybdis! Come! We have a ship to sink."
And with a flick of her tail, Ariel, Queen of the Waters of the Southern Seas, rose to do battle.
So, in the original story, there was no Ursula. Ursula's humanoid form that she takes, Vanessa, was however based off a character in the original novel. The Maiden.
In the original novel, Eric is saved by the Mermaid, but when he wakes up he sees a maiden on the beech who he assumes was the one to save him. The maiden never speaks (I don't know if she couldn't or just didn't) and Eric is falling in love with her.
The mermaid is pissed. Her sisters egg her on to kill the maiden and take Eric for herself. However she sees that the Maiden does indeed love Eric, and he her. She makes him happy. So, despite the urging of her sisters, she leaves the maiden alive, Eric marries her (iirc he never finds out the mermaid was the real savior) and the mermaid goes through a rebirth of some kind. It's pretty fuzzy, been a while.
So here, Ariel is the mermaid, and it has been centuries. Eric is long dead, his kingdom fallen into ruin. Ariel still loves him though, and now will not let anyone enter the island, because if men come, they will tear down what remains of his kingdom (old ruins) and build their own things. She will not let that happen.
The island is close enough to the Holy Lands that the two kingdoms are fighting over to now have their war become a nuisance. Triton is dead, Ariel has succeeded him, and she is not the friendly Ariel we remember from the Movie.
In Greek mythology, Triton was the son of Poseidon and his wife Amphitrite. Both being gods, Triton is also a full god. Ariel however, is a mermaid, so I made her a demi-god.
In the original novel, Eric is saved by the Mermaid, but when he wakes up he sees a maiden on the beech who he assumes was the one to save him. The maiden never speaks (I don't know if she couldn't or just didn't) and Eric is falling in love with her.
The mermaid is pissed. Her sisters egg her on to kill the maiden and take Eric for herself. However she sees that the Maiden does indeed love Eric, and he her. She makes him happy. So, despite the urging of her sisters, she leaves the maiden alive, Eric marries her (iirc he never finds out the mermaid was the real savior) and the mermaid goes through a rebirth of some kind. It's pretty fuzzy, been a while.
So here, Ariel is the mermaid, and it has been centuries. Eric is long dead, his kingdom fallen into ruin. Ariel still loves him though, and now will not let anyone enter the island, because if men come, they will tear down what remains of his kingdom (old ruins) and build their own things. She will not let that happen.
The island is close enough to the Holy Lands that the two kingdoms are fighting over to now have their war become a nuisance. Triton is dead, Ariel has succeeded him, and she is not the friendly Ariel we remember from the Movie.
In Greek mythology, Triton was the son of Poseidon and his wife Amphitrite. Both being gods, Triton is also a full god. Ariel however, is a mermaid, so I made her a demi-god.
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Hmmm. I actually think I have another Omake in me.I'm gathering my thoughts and will post it tomorrow morning if it comes to anything. Looking to make it a +60 for the song. Mostly because I knew we were going to listen, had no idea we would try to sing it! Lol.
Actually, yeah that is definitely going to be posted. Got the general idea, just gotta work out some details.
Hmmm. I actually think I have another Omake in me.
Actually, yeah that is definitely going to be posted. Got the general idea, just gotta work out some details.
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Neverland? [Semi-canon]
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Omake Two
Neverland?
Neverland?
Peter Pan was not having a good day. The so-called Captain Hook, one of his once Lost Boys, was at it again. He never should have let him slip through his fingers in the first place.
Captain Hook you see, had been one of many children that Peter had lured away from their homes with promises of no parents, no bed-times, no school and lots and lots of playing and fun forever.
But Neverland didn't actually stop children from growing up. None of the Fae lands did, of which Neverland was just a part. No, the children grew up, and more importantly, grew fat off the bounty of the fae lands. And then, once they were big enough, Peter Pan as you tell the children, (you'd never give them your true name after all) takes them out and and butchers them. Not all fae eat humans, but you certainly do.
But Hook damn, that Hook. The bastard figured out what you were doing, and took an entire group of children and escaped. Ever since he's been raiding your lairs, stealing children every chance he gets before they were fat enough to eat.
But now, now you no longer had any need of that. You'd felt a power here in the North, and you'd followed it like a beacon. What do you know? You'd found something here. A meal unlike any other. A young girl, just brimming with potential. You'd take her, make a new hidden lair that Hook knew nothing about, and you'd turn this girl into a veritable feast.
So you watched. You watched and waited for days and nights on end. Whispering into her ear as she slept, playing your flute designed to make her mind wander to the forbidden. The more she pushed the boundaries, the more restrictive her parents would become, the easier it would be to get her to follow you to Neverland.
After days, weeks, the time finally came. The girl had been always studying trying to save her comatose sister, the cold misshapen thing that should not be... But that didn't matter. You'd be gone long before that thing woke up and became a threat.
Tonight was the night. You opened the window and crept into the room, ready to wake the girl and lead her away.
"Ahem."
You freeze, feeling a hand on your shoulder. What? How? No mere mortal should have been able to sense your presence, let alone get the drop on you! This is impossible! You turn around ready to strike, and see the child's mother. Only she doesn't look as pathetic as a mortal should. Her power burns through her and into you, searing you with it's mere presence.
"Well, well, well." The child's mother says. "Hello little fae. Just what did you think you were going to do with my daughter?" Her hand squeezes your shoulder and you feel the bones inside pop as if they were the weak bones of a mortal instead of the powerful biology of a fae.
This is not going to end well.
So supposedly, the original Peter Pan was like the Pied Piper, in that he stole children - except he ate them. Hook was a hero not a villain. Disney changed that, as they changed much in their stories. Supposedly in this case, because this time it is not something I know for sure. But considering their track record...
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Jesus christ @Lunasmeow , give me time to threadmark at least one of them.
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Well, you've certainly earned your points. Plural indeed. You get 2 BS points.
Though...I don't really like the name. Doesn't really roll off the tongue. I haven't really spent much(any) time thinking about said name so it didn't really come up. I think for now I might call them Flux points, but it is again far from a solid name.
Now, as for the content.
#1 is great, but sadly cannot be canon. Though perhaps not for the reasons you think.
I don't actually have huge plans for Ariel at the moment. She does exist here, but she's a tertiary disney character, meaning she's technically on the board but I don't know where she fits in and she won't be relevant for a while. Much like Mulan and Aladdin.
For comparison, the girl in the interlude is a Secondary character, while, say, Merida is a Primary, and Anna is Central. It's based on degrees of relevance.
So, I say that to say, no, your portrayal of Ariel is not canon-breaking. I might just make it canon anyways since it jives with the kind of stuff I'd do. Though I'd likely tweak it, given some of the things I wanted to do with mermaids.
The peak into divinity, however, is the canon breaker, however. I have big plans for Elsa and Odin, and this clashes with them.
Nevertheless, I quite like it.
+ 1 [ ]Point
As for #2, I also quite liked.
It also is probably canon.
To be frank, I forgot Peter Pan even existed, but, had someone reminded me of him in another fashion, I would have likely pulled strong influence from the Pan of Once Upon A Time, in which he is a malevolent man-child-god-thing, and Captain Hook is...kind of a dick, but not actually a bad guy.
So this? This is fine. Especially the comments about Elsa.
Anna, however, made me laugh simply because she is, quite frankly, ironically the opposite of a bright spark. Despite having two powerful bloodlines and growing up next to Elsa, she has next to no magical influence on her development. Certainly not compared to even her cousins. Anna is technically more mundane than even her father.
Part of what makes this so funny to me is that, despite all odds being stacked in favor of her having magical blood, the only real power she was born with was that of an unrelenting mind. The most human trait of all.
So, technically, to Pan she might seem like nothing special. Indeed, to most magical beings, she appears exceedingly mundane and average for humanity. Only the sharper being would actually recognize her mind.
Still, beyond all that, I like it, and it's far from exceedingly divergent.
So I'm going to call it Semi-Canon. Something more or less like that happened, but not exactly as written.
Though, I'll admit part of the reason I'm doing that is just because of the Mom interrupt.
Still
+1 [ ] point.
Semi-Canon bonus: +15 on any roll.
I...do not know where you got that impression. You are listening. If Elsa is singing, then something has...happened. Not really sure if it'd be good or bad.
Probably bad.
nevertheless, if Elsa listens to the song and gets less than 85, nothing really happens. She hears something indistinct and meaningless and passes it off.
+60 would get you to 83, which is still nothing. +75 gets you to 98, which is Greater Positive. So very good.
However, you could divy the bonuses up to the other rolls, shore up the stuff with the wolf, or even keep this stuff in reserve until something more dire comes up. As it is, some very heavy stuff should be coming up in the latter half of the arc.
Also, since I really liked your omakes, and the only problem was slight issues in things you couldn't really know, I wouldn't be opposed to letting you know certain relevant things to tweak any omake you make into being more canon compliant.
Now!
The other rewards.
These ideas are short, but they are quite good, and they certainly cover things that I hadn't spent too much time focusing on yet. As such, I feel rewards are in order.
So...
#1:
[ ] Breathless: Elsa, it turns out, doesn't actually need to breathe anymore. She just does it out of habit. Also because not doing it disturbs people. (Aka, you don't need to breathe underwater)
[ ] Guardian: Elsa's Dominion increases 50m a day, with the entire Castle she calls home already being claimed. Things under her Dominion are just slightly chilly, but she gains selective omniscience in Dominion, as well as +10 to all rolls. (Aka, it becomes relevant)
[ ] Ice Flows: Elsa can control and manipulate her Ice as if it was still water. Grants Ice Animation 1.
#2
[ ] Reliable Intel: Your mother knows far more about the Fae than she does now. She could even be considered an expert. (Pretty relevant right now)
[ ] Red Letter: Peter Pan is dead. By your mother's hand. You'll never hve to deal with him. The fallout, however... (This is both extremely good, and pretty bad. Certainly complicating)
[ ] Red River: Your mother happens to be on quite good terms with the Island territories as well. Territories with quite the history of piracy. Some even say your mother had quite the...adventure down there... (Your knows mother knows Hook from an...adventure.)
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Well what can I say, I really wanted at least two points, and I was kind of hoping to get a third by tomorrow morning when I wake up with hopefully another idea to type.
Not surprised the Demi-goddess bit was too much for Ariel, I figured it might be since we have as yet had no hints that other pantheons were a thing, but the extra 15 for the Pan bit are cool! I'll have to follow my gut more it seems, and keep away if I think it may not be canon...
On that note, if the only thing holding it back from being canon is the demi-goddess bit, I can edit it where her father Triton was merely named for the Triton of legend, and whether her gods (the Greek Pantheon, obviously) are real or not would then be more... ambiguous?
Just PM me. No need to give me extra details about the world, I want to stay on as level a playing field as everyone else as I can information-wise, (I don't want people following my votes blindly because they think I know more, I'd like them to follow because they actually agree with my plan) but if you just say what to take out without explaining why I should be able to adapt it well enough.
That came from you actually. When you did the rolls you called the first one "wolf stuff" and the second "sing song" which threw up all my "Oh FUCK" instincts lol.
Now, as to my two rewards...
For 1 - I'm really torn between the Territory Creation of Dominion, and the Ice Flows giving Ice Animation.
For 2 - Mom being a fae expert sounds really useful right now, especially since you have all but confirmed my suspicion that the thing we thought was mom is a fae, but then... Mom knowing Hook seems interesting too.
Pan being dead kind of is one thing I'm not sure whether I really want it or not... because if we had to deal with him that is a chance for XP. But if he is dead, maybe mom kept some body parts? To be able to experiment with the remains of a "god-thing" would be great for Anna...
So, forum I'm going to sleep for the night. Feel free to provide arguments as to why I should pick one or the other. I don't promise to be swayed by your ideas, but I do promise to hear them out and consider before I choose.
And maybe I'll have that third Omake in the morning to help with the wolf.
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I recommend picking the territory. It gives a bonus to everything as long as we do not leave our domain. And should we choose to leave, helps us establish new one faster when we stop moving around. Just have to make sure to avoid reliance on the omniscience bit to spot assassins and such.
Presently, our domain radius grows at the rate of 10 m/week, which adds up to 520 m/year. 50 m/day = 350 m/week = 18.2 km/year.
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Mostly DHMO.
The bonus to dominion seems like it would be a lot harder to get regularly than magic we can just practice. And bonuses to rolls are quite good. The "slightly chilly" might come back on us though.
IMO we aren't that short on plot hooks right now so we don't exactly need Hook. Fae could be quite important though.
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Not sure about the other one, but I'd definitely go for the territory bonus. It'll help every roll and it seems like it'll be relevant for at least the next few arcs, and probably helpful after that too. The omniscience part is nice too, no more creepy cultist will be able to sneak up and threaten Anna ever again, so long as she's near us.
Delicious Meatses [Semi-canon]
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This Omake is more humorous than the others in terms of the Main Character - the mix is not one that is at all viable for the fic. But while said character, (who should be rather obvious as soon as you read his name - if you don't guess just from the title) is most certainly not in the fic, everything else but his name very likely is at least possible, so it could be a canon one in that sense, if only the Main Character is ignored. Using this character was only a way of doing this humorously.
Omake Three
Delicious Meatses
Delicious Meatses
You sleep in your cave, hidden from those who would hunt you down and destroy you. Those you once trusted who now see you only as a monster, an abomination. They are keeping your precious from you, and you want it back! Even in your sleep your mind is assailed with thoughts and visions of your precious...
You are Sméagol. You have been chosen for the honorable task of guarding the flesh of your ancestors. Those heroes who were valiant enough and willing to offer their flesh to be eaten after their death so that their glory might be shared with the rest of the tribe.
It has been three years since you were chosen for this duty, but only three months since you broke your sacred vows and began eating of the flesh you guard in secret. You take great care to only eat that which you think you can get away with, in a fashion that makes it hard to notice that any meat is missing without doing a full inventory, but every time it gets harder and harder to resist eating more.
The sheer power that flows through you every time you manage to steal even a sliver... There is nothing more you want to do than to simply gorge yourself on it all, devour it, every last shred - no matter what the elders say you would become.
They're wrong after all, you know they're wrong. You've been eating secretly of the meats every week for three months without going through the proper rituals and sacraments, let alone being considered worthy enough to taste any yourself yet. You've been watching in the mirror. You haven't changed a single hair. You look just like the same old Sméagol.
You've heard the whispers only just this morning, that people think you look different, that they think you are changing... but you looked into the mirror. Nothing had changed! No, if anything had changed it was that you looked happier, and more proud. Well of course that would change! You were chosen for the greatest honor in the village, securing the flesh of heroes. You were expected to be able to fend off any thieves. You alone were trusted to be alone with the flesh and not give in to temptation!
You'd given into that temptation after nearly three full years of guarding the flesh, but no-one could actually know that. The people of the village were simply jealous, as always. Still tonight... you'd overheard that there was going to be an inventory tonight. Something usually only done if the guardian, you said was needed; if you said that you thought someone had been in the storage area while you were away performing other duties.
So tonight you were going to feast. You would eat as much of the meat as you could before the time arrived and you had to flee. Your cleverness would hide a casual inspection, not a full one after all, so you may as well take what you could right? That tiny voice in the back of your mind that suggested that you should instead just confess and ask the elders for help resisting the desire could just shut the hell up.
You unwrap another sliver of the precious flesh, flesh used to provide strength to the people in times of trouble, times of war, or when all other meat was scarce in a particularly difficult winter - and you salivate as you devour it whole, not even pausing to chew. All semblance of humanity gone, unbeknownst to you of course, you launch yourself into the stockpile of heroic flesh, feasting more and more.
It has been three years since you were chosen for this duty, but only three months since you broke your sacred vows and began eating of the flesh you guard in secret. You take great care to only eat that which you think you can get away with, in a fashion that makes it hard to notice that any meat is missing without doing a full inventory, but every time it gets harder and harder to resist eating more.
The sheer power that flows through you every time you manage to steal even a sliver... There is nothing more you want to do than to simply gorge yourself on it all, devour it, every last shred - no matter what the elders say you would become.
They're wrong after all, you know they're wrong. You've been eating secretly of the meats every week for three months without going through the proper rituals and sacraments, let alone being considered worthy enough to taste any yourself yet. You've been watching in the mirror. You haven't changed a single hair. You look just like the same old Sméagol.
You've heard the whispers only just this morning, that people think you look different, that they think you are changing... but you looked into the mirror. Nothing had changed! No, if anything had changed it was that you looked happier, and more proud. Well of course that would change! You were chosen for the greatest honor in the village, securing the flesh of heroes. You were expected to be able to fend off any thieves. You alone were trusted to be alone with the flesh and not give in to temptation!
You'd given into that temptation after nearly three full years of guarding the flesh, but no-one could actually know that. The people of the village were simply jealous, as always. Still tonight... you'd overheard that there was going to be an inventory tonight. Something usually only done if the guardian, you said was needed; if you said that you thought someone had been in the storage area while you were away performing other duties.
So tonight you were going to feast. You would eat as much of the meat as you could before the time arrived and you had to flee. Your cleverness would hide a casual inspection, not a full one after all, so you may as well take what you could right? That tiny voice in the back of your mind that suggested that you should instead just confess and ask the elders for help resisting the desire could just shut the hell up.
You unwrap another sliver of the precious flesh, flesh used to provide strength to the people in times of trouble, times of war, or when all other meat was scarce in a particularly difficult winter - and you salivate as you devour it whole, not even pausing to chew. All semblance of humanity gone, unbeknownst to you of course, you launch yourself into the stockpile of heroic flesh, feasting more and more.
You are surprised when the door to the storehouse bangs open. Damnation. You must have lost yourself in the taste of the flesh. But it was so good and you feel so powerful right now... Yes... Yes, powerful! You no longer have to fear these pathetic creatures! You are beyond them now. You can simply crush those who would stand against you and then devour the flesh as you please! ...Maybe you'll even eat a villager or three in the process.
Your mouth full of fang-like teeth stretch into a gruesome smile at the thought, not even recognizing it as one that even a day prior should have forced you to realize that you were in fact changing. Becoming a creature of legend that all the village knew to hate and fear. When the elders enter, flanked by two of the warriors of the village, men likely to become heroes themselves if anyone in this generation would qualify, you immediately bowl them over and begin devouring one of the elders.
The knowledge, the power, the taste... It all flows into you through his flesh, blood, and bone. The taste of his pain and agony is an even better seasoning on already delicious meat. Seasoning that the heroic flesh, for all it's inherent gloried taste, was missing. You want more.
But the village is ready for you. Armed with weapons known to be a weakness to creatures such as you have become, weapons that burn as they touch you, they manage to push you off the elder and eventually force you to flee the village. You have taken lives as they did, lives of the elderly, the adult, and the children - but with little satisfaction as you had no time to feast on the lives you stole.
You would have to find shelter, for you could no longer live as you had before, and you needed to hide. Once they had re-organised after their failed attempt to kill you in the village, they would organize a hunting party. They never let one like you live if at all possible.
Your mouth full of fang-like teeth stretch into a gruesome smile at the thought, not even recognizing it as one that even a day prior should have forced you to realize that you were in fact changing. Becoming a creature of legend that all the village knew to hate and fear. When the elders enter, flanked by two of the warriors of the village, men likely to become heroes themselves if anyone in this generation would qualify, you immediately bowl them over and begin devouring one of the elders.
The knowledge, the power, the taste... It all flows into you through his flesh, blood, and bone. The taste of his pain and agony is an even better seasoning on already delicious meat. Seasoning that the heroic flesh, for all it's inherent gloried taste, was missing. You want more.
But the village is ready for you. Armed with weapons known to be a weakness to creatures such as you have become, weapons that burn as they touch you, they manage to push you off the elder and eventually force you to flee the village. You have taken lives as they did, lives of the elderly, the adult, and the children - but with little satisfaction as you had no time to feast on the lives you stole.
You would have to find shelter, for you could no longer live as you had before, and you needed to hide. Once they had re-organised after their failed attempt to kill you in the village, they would organize a hunting party. They never let one like you live if at all possible.
You slide silently into wakefulness like the predator you are as you pull the animal hide you have fashioned around you. The cold never bothered you anyway, not since your change, but the rough floor of the cave is better with a makeshift rug of bear-skin, and you are just used to having the weight of a cover atop you as you sleep. You were born human after all, you are used to certain comforts.
You hate that dream. It has been decades since your escape from the village, and you have managed to elude the hunters or kill them when you could not so far, but every time you remember the taste of that meat... You will have it again one day. But what woke you? It was too soon to be awake for hunting.
You stick your lengthy tongue out, tasting the air like a snake, and you feel a shudder of delight go through you. There is another of your kind near! A young one, one you can control and train. One who would serve you well, and perhaps together you could have this one distract the guards while you sneak into town for more of the heroic flesh! The two of you could grow stronger on it - you'd always keep most for yourself of course, it wouldn't do to train up a rival - and eventually the town would be unable to resist you. You could eat them as you please, mixing the flesh of the living with the flesh of the dead, adding the flavor of pain and fear to the divine taste of dead heroes.
You creep out of the cave, tracking the scent. What you see stops you cold. Her. The one who left the village for the south. The only certain living hero that you know of. You cannot face that one in combat, and you can sense the one like you from a bundle in her arms. But why does she cradle it so? Why has she not slain it? If this one is so small, then it must be a natural, one born as a Wendigo, rather than changed into one as you are. If you ever did get your hands on it, you'd have to be even more careful how well you fed it, the ones naturally born were always stronger than those changed, you remember from your lessons on fighting them as a child.
You follow for a time, trying to figure out the mystery, when you hear a child's cry from the bundle instead of the cry of a Wendigo. "Shhh, little one. We'll be home soon enough my darling girl."
Oh, this is just delicious. The hero has a Wendigo child? Your many fanged grin stretches across your face as you consider the sheer irony of it. You don't know how this happened, how one of you came to be in human form, but this? This was something you could work with. Sooner or later, she would be brought to the North, to her tribe as she inevitably must if she were to ever hope to truly master her hunger so as to not become a "true beast", and you would be waiting. All too ready to show her the truth of what she was, a truth that the village would try to hold her back from.
You hate that dream. It has been decades since your escape from the village, and you have managed to elude the hunters or kill them when you could not so far, but every time you remember the taste of that meat... You will have it again one day. But what woke you? It was too soon to be awake for hunting.
You stick your lengthy tongue out, tasting the air like a snake, and you feel a shudder of delight go through you. There is another of your kind near! A young one, one you can control and train. One who would serve you well, and perhaps together you could have this one distract the guards while you sneak into town for more of the heroic flesh! The two of you could grow stronger on it - you'd always keep most for yourself of course, it wouldn't do to train up a rival - and eventually the town would be unable to resist you. You could eat them as you please, mixing the flesh of the living with the flesh of the dead, adding the flavor of pain and fear to the divine taste of dead heroes.
You creep out of the cave, tracking the scent. What you see stops you cold. Her. The one who left the village for the south. The only certain living hero that you know of. You cannot face that one in combat, and you can sense the one like you from a bundle in her arms. But why does she cradle it so? Why has she not slain it? If this one is so small, then it must be a natural, one born as a Wendigo, rather than changed into one as you are. If you ever did get your hands on it, you'd have to be even more careful how well you fed it, the ones naturally born were always stronger than those changed, you remember from your lessons on fighting them as a child.
You follow for a time, trying to figure out the mystery, when you hear a child's cry from the bundle instead of the cry of a Wendigo. "Shhh, little one. We'll be home soon enough my darling girl."
Oh, this is just delicious. The hero has a Wendigo child? Your many fanged grin stretches across your face as you consider the sheer irony of it. You don't know how this happened, how one of you came to be in human form, but this? This was something you could work with. Sooner or later, she would be brought to the North, to her tribe as she inevitably must if she were to ever hope to truly master her hunger so as to not become a "true beast", and you would be waiting. All too ready to show her the truth of what she was, a truth that the village would try to hold her back from.
So, while we are not a Wendigo, we do have the potential to become one if I recall correctly. Sméagol senses this potential and mistakes us for one like him, rather than whatever it is that we actually are. He has been watching the village for quite a while, and how well he knows our mother is up to @Metaldragon868 if he decides to make this canon, but Sméagol/Gollum - or whatever his name actually becomes - is another trial/temptation/hurdle for us to go through if he accepts this omake.
Obviously an homage to LotR - and the name is okay to change for the actual story. I just had an idea about how precious the meat was and it made me think of Gollum so...
Obviously an homage to LotR - and the name is okay to change for the actual story. I just had an idea about how precious the meat was and it made me think of Gollum so...
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And here I was about to finally go to sleep.
Well, that is...actually pretty awesome. And most importantly, accurate. To a degree, anyway. Certainly enough to be Semi-canon.
Gollum is, of course, not in here. However, the events you described aren't all that impossible. In fact, they actually touch on a plot point I was planning on getting to when you finally go to Jattesgrav.
So, it's Semi-canon.
Congrats.
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Semi Canon Bonus: +15 on any roll
Honestly, at this point I'm not even sure what would happen if you dumped this all into the song. Something awesome, but I'm not sure what.
In any case, more rewards.
[ ] After the incident with the Assassins, Mother made sure you and Anna always had a rather special pair of Daggers from Jattesgrav.
[ ] After the incident with the Assassins, Mother made sure you and Anna always wore a rather special set of Rings from Jattesgrav.
[ ] After the incident with the Assassins, Mother brought Someone she trusts from Jattesgrav into the Castle.
Also, the thing with Ariel is non-canon not because of Ariel, but because of the other aspects of divinity. Ariel being a demi-god is actually fine.
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So, my votes for my rewards and where the points are going:
#1:
[X] Guardian: Elsa's Dominion increases 50m a day, with the entire Castle she calls home already being claimed. Things under her Dominion are just slightly chilly, but she gains selective omniscience in Dominion, as well as +10 to all rolls. (Aka, it becomes relevant)
#2
[X] Red Letter: Peter Pan is dead. By your mother's hand. You'll never hve to deal with him. The fallout, however... (This is both extremely good, and pretty bad. Certainly complicating)
Only if however, it means that mom has some Godly remains that we can use or maybe even eat and gain power from. If human meat is so good and grants us power, godly meat... oh yes. If these parts are not around... then I'm going to put it into the one below instead. Because we can deal with Pan and maybe eat him later.
[X] Reliable Intel: Your mother knows far more about the Fae than she does now. She could even be considered an expert. (Pretty relevant right now.)
As for the points - From what I see you rolled three d100 for the wolf, meaning that we should be at least over 200 right? Then I put everything from the first two into the song, since our character sheet says we get charisma bonuses to interactions with monstrous creatures, and if needed (and if I get points of course) I'll put the points from the third omake into the wolf, again only if needed. I want to be able to ride on his back like the pet he is meant to be! Fenrir ho!
Feel free to split the points from the omakes between the two events (wolf and song) as needed to get the best of both worlds here.
#3
Hmm. I really like the idea of the rings, but... items are a thing that is only good for one thing generally, and you can't give us anything too powerful yet, whereas people can keep on giving as they grow alongside us. And I smell a bodyguard and potential trainer. So...
[X] After the incident with the Assassins, Mother brought Someone she trusts from Jattesgrav into the Castle.
Recommendation: You mentioned not knowing what awesome thing would happen from the song if the points were high enough? I propose that we actually sing it as we listen, and get Something Good as a result. If the points are high enough. Otherwise we stay at just listen.
#1:
[X] Guardian: Elsa's Dominion increases 50m a day, with the entire Castle she calls home already being claimed. Things under her Dominion are just slightly chilly, but she gains selective omniscience in Dominion, as well as +10 to all rolls. (Aka, it becomes relevant)
#2
[X] Red Letter: Peter Pan is dead. By your mother's hand. You'll never hve to deal with him. The fallout, however... (This is both extremely good, and pretty bad. Certainly complicating)
Only if however, it means that mom has some Godly remains that we can use or maybe even eat and gain power from. If human meat is so good and grants us power, godly meat... oh yes. If these parts are not around... then I'm going to put it into the one below instead. Because we can deal with Pan and maybe eat him later.
[X] Reliable Intel: Your mother knows far more about the Fae than she does now. She could even be considered an expert. (Pretty relevant right now.)
As for the points - From what I see you rolled three d100 for the wolf, meaning that we should be at least over 200 right? Then I put everything from the first two into the song, since our character sheet says we get charisma bonuses to interactions with monstrous creatures, and if needed (and if I get points of course) I'll put the points from the third omake into the wolf, again only if needed. I want to be able to ride on his back like the pet he is meant to be! Fenrir ho!
Feel free to split the points from the omakes between the two events (wolf and song) as needed to get the best of both worlds here.
#3
Hmm. I really like the idea of the rings, but... items are a thing that is only good for one thing generally, and you can't give us anything too powerful yet, whereas people can keep on giving as they grow alongside us. And I smell a bodyguard and potential trainer. So...
[X] After the incident with the Assassins, Mother brought Someone she trusts from Jattesgrav into the Castle.
Recommendation: You mentioned not knowing what awesome thing would happen from the song if the points were high enough? I propose that we actually sing it as we listen, and get Something Good as a result. If the points are high enough. Otherwise we stay at just listen.
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Cool
I mean, your mother stashed his corpse...somewhere.
For mostly the same reasons.
Ha, you could have family bonding over theophagy(neat word).
Anyways, yes, his corpse is around.
As for the three rolls, they aren't going to the same thing. There were three general checks. The first, and hardest, you passed with flying colors. The second two you got less secure rolls. Not so much a failure, not nearly low enough for that, but not a total success with all the rewards either. Well, sort of, anyway. Though...
If that's the general intent...
Interesting.
As for the song, you want +75 to it? Or + 90? Anything more than +90 is essentially pointless.
And for summary:
#1:
[X] Guardian: Elsa's Dominion increases 50m a day, with the entire Castle she calls home already being claimed. Things under her Dominion are just slightly chilly, but she gains selective omniscience in Dominion, as well as +10 to all rolls. (Aka, it becomes relevant)
#2
[X] Red Letter: Peter Pan is dead. By your mother's hand. You'll never have to deal with him. The fallout, however... (This is both extremely good, and pretty bad. Certainly complicating)
#3:
[X] After the incident with the Assassins, Mother brought Someone she trusts from Jattesgrav into the Castle.
Is that correct?
Lunasmeow
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Okay then, I think I need to clarify a few things just to be safe.
1. The bit about Feeding on the wolf if he/she attacked us? Wasn't for a growl or a snarl, or even a singular bite. We love monsters too much for that. It was for if we had tried our hardest and all else failed, and we thought we were gonna die or something equally bad. Otherwise, we try to get him on our side. (Riding being an eventual thing, not necessarily immediately, unless we somehow magically succeed.)
2. As for deciding if the song gets +75 or +90, depends on how much we need for the wolf. Right now I'm counting +90 from omakes, and +30 more for the two semi-canon bonuses for a total of +120. So... if we need more than 30 to make the wolf friendly, then only put 75 to the song and just listen. If however we can succeed without using more than the two +15s... then add 90 to the song instead, and sing it as we listen for "Something Good". (Again, just a suggestion since you said you weren't sure what would happen but it would be awesome.)
3. Yes, the votes are correct.
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What Was Once Sealed Away [Non-canon]
Lunasmeow
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You just know how to get my creative juices going don't you? Once Upon A Time and Aladdin? Well...
Omake Four
What Was Once Sealed Away
The Journeys of Abis Mal - Part One
What Was Once Sealed Away
The Journeys of Abis Mal - Part One
Far and away from Arendelle, locked in a vault protected by the darkest of magics lay an Urn. This urn would likely cause no notice among many of the other obviously magical things stored within, except that this vault was clearly labeled as belonging to The Dark One and The Dark One didn't keep mere trinkets. Still, this place had gone undisturbed for a long time because no one, no one, touched what belonged to The Dark One.
The Dark One hadn't been seen in this area for many years. Indeed, even the rumors of his presence in other lands were silent, which was never a good sign. There were always those who dared hope that he was dead, finally defeated by some hero or other, or even by another rival evil, if only to have one less fear at night - but it never worked out that way. The Dark One always returned. Anyone with even a single shred of intelligence would simply know to leave well enough alone, and pass this place by leaving it undisturbed.
But then, no one had ever accused Abis Mal of being intelligent.
Abis had one singular redeeming trait. Uncanny luck. Unfortunately, due to his criminal bent, the same luck that often granted him unusual access to artifacts of power that brought trouble to all, only served to somehow keep him alive long enough to find yet another artifact and cause more trouble again for everyone else.
Somehow, beyond all odds, Abis had managed to find out the keyword to enter the Vault safely, and even slipped by the traps left within. As his eyes roamed the many things stored here, greedily drinking in the sight of items beyond his ability to comprehend, he finally saw the one thing he could remove.
The Urn.
The Urn was said to hold a power so great that even The Dark One feared it, or at least worried over it, as fear was a bit too strong an emotion for people to consider that he felt for anything. And if there was one thing that Abis Mal wanted, it was power. Power after all, solved all things. One could rule over whatever lands you desired so long as you had the power to take them. You could have any woman you desired, and wealth.... ah the treasures you could have if you only had the power to take them!
Abis was a man of simple desires after all. He wanted what he wanted, and didn't care what it took to get it. Good food, beautiful women, people to rule. Three things he always failed at acquiring, no matter how many times he tried.
Even as he reached up to grasp the Urn after deactivating the protections around it, he could only stare enviously at the other items within. Each item had it's own protections, and he unfortunately only knew the nature of this one. Still, once the power within the Urn was his, he could simply smash his way through them and take everything else! Obviously the protections of The Dark One were beneath his superior intellect.
The Urn, the urn was the answer. In fact, he might even get enough power to take revenge on that stupid royal vizier-turned-genie and take Princess Jasmine as his wife! Yes, Abis Mal, Sultan of Agrabah - that had a nice ring to it. A cruel smile spreads across his face as another thought occurs to him. As Sultan, he could even make Razoul do whatever he wanted! Finally that damn royal guard would show him some respect! He'd have him cleaning up after Rajah for the rest of his career!
Grasping the Urn firmly, Abis Mal makes his way back out of the vault. It wouldn't do to open it inside, he'd heard that sometimes these things opened with a bang, and it might set off some traps. Besides, he knew the way in now, and could come back at any time.
Once outside Abis made his way back towards his camp. It was a rather few miles distant, (one could never be sure how close was too close after all) and the path was rough. His stolen horse had long since abandoned him, so he had to make the trek on foot.
Which is why it is no surprise when Abis makes a single misstep and falls, dropping the Urn over the edge of a rather large cliff, the edge of a deep ravine.
"Nooooooooooooo!" he cries out to the skies, angrier than he has been in months. An entire trip, wasted! He had no way of getting down there! Now what was he going to do for his revenge?
Which is why it is no surprise when Abis makes a single misstep and falls, dropping the Urn over the edge of a rather large cliff, the edge of a deep ravine.
"Nooooooooooooo!" he cries out to the skies, angrier than he has been in months. An entire trip, wasted! He had no way of getting down there! Now what was he going to do for his revenge?
Far below at the bottom of the ravine, the Urn lands. Surprisingly, it does not simply smash open, likely due to the protective magics inside. Still, the urn opens the merest crack, and a cold wind blows out of it.
The air here is hot and dry, it won't be easy for the cold power within the urn to free itself, it takes days for even a single snowflake to form and remain rather than simply melting away in the heat - but the being within smiles.
She has waited years (Centuries? See point 2 below.) for this chance. Weeks? Months? These are nothing. Soon she will have created a golem large enough to open the urn the rest of the way, and she will be free once more. And the Snow Queen will re-take her rightful place in the world. How was Arendelle doing in her absence, she wondered?
The air here is hot and dry, it won't be easy for the cold power within the urn to free itself, it takes days for even a single snowflake to form and remain rather than simply melting away in the heat - but the being within smiles.
She has waited years (Centuries? See point 2 below.) for this chance. Weeks? Months? These are nothing. Soon she will have created a golem large enough to open the urn the rest of the way, and she will be free once more. And the Snow Queen will re-take her rightful place in the world. How was Arendelle doing in her absence, she wondered?
It didn't take long for Abis Mal to get over his loss. One didn't stay an (unsuccessful) thief as long as he had if they were inclined to give up at the first sign of failure. He had other leads. Somewhere out there there were more treasures to be found, more power to be claimed. All he had to do was find it...
So I left some things ambiguous in this one.
1. When this actually happens. Could be now, could be prior to the start of the fic, or later. Up to @Metaldragon868, though I prefer later, when we've made some more progress with our powers. Hopefully at least enough to appear to be a promising student in her eyes, even if we are so naive and trusting...
2. Who the Snow Queen actually is. She can be Ingrid as Disney canon via Once Upon A Time, and therefore our Aunt, or she can be a distant ancestor or whatever.
3. Where this happens. Who knows how far Abis Mal has traveled to acquire this priceless treasure of unknown power? All we know is that The Dark One stored her in a hot place, likely so as to weaken her power if she somehow escaped. I wonder if he knows she is free?
4. How he got the information. Not just anyone could have told him how to breach The Dark One's wards...
5. Why he was told in the first place.
6. The Dark One. Is he dead, needing to be reborn like when Rumpelstiltskin was in Once Upon A Time? Is he simply laying low for now, planning who knows what? All up to the QM, I'm afraid. Interestingly enough, it was said that the reason the power of The Dark One cursed It's bearers so was because it did not belong in the fairy-tale world. Could said power have come from the Void? Or somewhere else?
And good old Abis Mal is away again, on another quest for power. Maybe he'll find something else to awaken and cause ever more trouble as he does, hm?
And, this doesn't matter really, but in my headcannon the ravine he drops the Urn down is the same one Mufasa dies in from The Lion King. And this is only one of The Dark One's vaults.
Pretty sure I'm tapped out on Omakes for a bit. So I'm gonna save any potential points from this one until later unless there is need.
1. When this actually happens. Could be now, could be prior to the start of the fic, or later. Up to @Metaldragon868, though I prefer later, when we've made some more progress with our powers. Hopefully at least enough to appear to be a promising student in her eyes, even if we are so naive and trusting...
2. Who the Snow Queen actually is. She can be Ingrid as Disney canon via Once Upon A Time, and therefore our Aunt, or she can be a distant ancestor or whatever.
3. Where this happens. Who knows how far Abis Mal has traveled to acquire this priceless treasure of unknown power? All we know is that The Dark One stored her in a hot place, likely so as to weaken her power if she somehow escaped. I wonder if he knows she is free?
4. How he got the information. Not just anyone could have told him how to breach The Dark One's wards...
5. Why he was told in the first place.
6. The Dark One. Is he dead, needing to be reborn like when Rumpelstiltskin was in Once Upon A Time? Is he simply laying low for now, planning who knows what? All up to the QM, I'm afraid. Interestingly enough, it was said that the reason the power of The Dark One cursed It's bearers so was because it did not belong in the fairy-tale world. Could said power have come from the Void? Or somewhere else?
And good old Abis Mal is away again, on another quest for power. Maybe he'll find something else to awaken and cause ever more trouble as he does, hm?
And, this doesn't matter really, but in my headcannon the ravine he drops the Urn down is the same one Mufasa dies in from The Lion King. And this is only one of The Dark One's vaults.
Pretty sure I'm tapped out on Omakes for a bit. So I'm gonna save any potential points from this one until later unless there is need.
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Interesting...
However, it can't be canon. Sorry, but there are a few reasons for this.
One:, the Dark One. There being an entity that people call the Dark One is fine, if bland. While it is a somewhat central part of Once Upon A Time, and it's far from surprising what it's called given the source, parent company, and target audience, that does not excuse for me to use it. In addition, the existence of a nebulous evil force that goes around possessing whoever killed the last user, or was closet to the kill zone, just kind of rubs me the wrong way. Mostly because of the nebulous evil thing.
Still, that's not to say I can't or won't use the Dark One. If I did, they likely wouldn't be as explicitly evil as depicted here. Rumpelstiltskin, however, definitely exists in some form(s). So that's a relatively minor point.
Two: Abis Mal. Now, let me preface this by saying that I am not an expert on Aladdin. That's one of the major reasons I haven't planned him out, I don't know him and his mythos too terribly much right now. I'd need to do more research on that before I really got to work on it, and at the moment his shit is very far away from Elsa's.
However, from what I've been able to pick up about Abis Mal, he doesn't seem like the kind of character I would allow to exist. At least for too long. When I write characters I tend to try to put myself in their shoes, to see things from their perspective and with their background. I find it fun and encourages me to write less 2d characters. This also means it's exceedingly hard for me to enjoy writing an write correctly.
So Abis Mal, who appears to be the textbook definition of a greedy mustache-twirling villain who is too dumb to actually win, seriously rubs me the wrong way. Now, I could be misinterpreting him. I only spent about 15 minutes looking him up, but what I saw wasn't encouraging. If I wrote him in, which I'll probably do anyway, I'd likely change him such that he isn't nearly as cartoonishly evil.
So that's a much more significant issue. But not something that can't be fixed by having him die shortly thereafter when he discovers why people don't try stealing shit from the Dark One.
Here's a larger problem.
Three: Ingrid.
Ah, yes, you. I'd almost forgotten about Elsa's creepy-stalker-aunt who-really-needs-a-hug. Almost.
Nevertheless, I do remember her. More importantly, her existence is...quite problematic.
Elsa, given what she is, shouldn't really have a blood aunt, at least in the traditional human sense. As such, there shouldn't be a bloodline for her to have inherited it from as shown in the show. And even if she did, somehow, it definitely wouldn't have popped as recently as the previous generation.
Unlike the others, there is no quick fix. Ingrid, as is, doesn't really have a place. I haven't flushed out Aladdin's mythos here, or the exsitence of wizards and "Dark Lords" or whatever, but I have, quite thoroughly, fleshed out how the northern side of shit works out. As such, there isn't really a good place I can just shove Ingrid in, not even if she was Sigurd's friend way back when.
But...there is kind of a way I can work her in. Two, really, but at that point, it's less, "Hey, this is Elsa's relative who's got powers just like her!" And more, "Hey, this is a woman(or Fae) who's got some hardcore Ice Magic stuff". I'm not opposed to doing such, though.
If you made an omake that flushed out the issues I had with making this canon by, say, killing Abis(Or making him less cartoonishly evil), making the Dark One less blandly evil, and making Ingrid's existence work separate from Elsa, I'd be more than fine with making this and the one you make canon. If you'd like any help in making it canon, I'm fine with that too.
I'm also thinking of tweaking rewards for omakes, which I actually have you to thank for since I'd never really gotten the chance to test said rewards. Non-canon omakes will get the basic Flux Point. Semi-canon omakes will get a Flux point and a "pick one" reward. Canon Omakes will get both and a +15 to any roll.
For now, anyways. I'll probably change it when I realize it's a terrible system 3 omakes later.
In any case, @Lunasmeow , I'm happy for the omake, apologize for shattering your hope and dreams, and I'll try to have the next chapter done before I leave for Philly (though Diablo is eating all of my time). In the meantime, I need some actual fucking sleep.
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[X] [Plan] Luna
-[X] Try and cure and heal the Wolf with your powers (Hard) (Medium)
--[X] See if there is anything in the surrounding area that might help. Little animals we can kill with our powers and offer it as food, healing herbs, etc. Might not be there, can't hurt to look.
--[X] Walk up to it calmly, and stroke it's face. (Pet the monster.) It is ours, like everything in this place. We have no fear of what is ours. It has been such a good boy (or girl, whichever) guarding our bridge to our secret place. (Because like they say, if you want it, claim it.)
---[X] If we fail and it attacks us, absorb it. Absorb it all. FEED.
-[X] Listen to the song
Your eyes trail up the growling form of the Wolf.
He towers over you, making your already short form positively minuscule.
Bulging veins pulsing with an unnatural violet light. Obsidian eyes filled with hunger and hate. A soul stained with nearly as much crimson as his body.
Taught skin stretched over too-long bones shows through the patchy fur.
And through it all, he's…
"Beautiful…" you whisper, mesmerized by his amazing form.
It's so...cute.
Not as cute as Fafnir, though that might have something to do with the fact that Fafnir doesn't look like he wants to kill you(and he's so warm), but that comparison is quickly tabled by that fact that he's hurt.
And not just physically, but...spiritually.
It's a...uncomfortable fact, but you're looking at another, seemingly, living being. You don't know where you are, dream or reality, but you know that whatever the case, this Wolf does have a soul.
Or at the very least this...dream...is of sufficient quality to make you think he does.
But it doesn't matter.
He's hurt, he's scared, hungry, and alone.
That means there's only one option.
"I'm going to help you," you nod to yourself firmly, speaking as much to yourself as you are the Wolf.
The Wolf's ears perk up at your words, hearing you through the dark mist of the forest.
Before you can so much as regret your words, he's bounding to you. You can see your crimson reflection in his dark eyes.
You only have time to gasp, stumbling back a step, before he's on you.
His jaw snaps open, his whole body thrashing. A flash of white, teeth like swords.
Pain.
You open your eyes, and there he is.
Your arm is buried in his maw, all the way up to your shoulder. You can see your black blood fall from your arm in thick streams of ichor. You can feel his teeth scraping against your bones.
And yet...it's not bad.
It hurts...but it's a distant pain like your whole arm is already numb.
And in his soul, you see so much...fear. You can smell it, it's putrid but intoxicating. The thick stench of terror overpowers death by orders of magnitude. This Wolf is terrified…
Terrified by you.
It's scared, hungry, and alone.
Just like you.
You already knew this. It was so painfully clear.
But you?
You're strange, dangerous, wrong. You wear the cold like a cloak, a spirit hovers over you, death itself wraps itself around you.
It terrifies him. He doesn't know what's happening, he's lost here, and his mind is fading from the sick plague twisting it's through his mind and soul.
But maybe…
Maybe you can fix that?
Maybe you can…
Anna's talked to you about a lot of stuff this week. She's always been something of a chatterbox, but these days it's kind of jumped from inane stuff you already know to stuff you can barely comprehend.
It's kind of sad, how much you've missed.
But, in those talks, Anna mentioned things she learned while trying to cure you back when she thought you were sick.
Apparently, sickness wasn't just this random...curse, or whatever. It was an...infestation by tiny creatures that were...doing something. Point was, from what you could tell a fever was the body's way of trying to burn out the said infestation.
Now, this was a normal infection, and you weren't exactly the god of fire.
"But everything dies." She whispers in your ear, "Everything rots, and everything fades"
Exactly.
And you were...distressingly...good at killing things. Especially by touch.
And right now, you had all the contact you need. You just needed to reach out, and twist-
Cure the Wolf: 90 + 10 + 57 + 5= 162
Needed: 150 Pass.
Crack
The Wolf stops.
It freezes, it's jaw opening ever so slowly, just enough to wiggle and rip your arm out.
That did...something? You wince as you gingerly pull out your arm, looking back at the Wolf. His body trembles fiercely, making you scared you did something horribly wrong.
But then you see the unnatural veins, withering and cracking, eventually dissolving into dust, all over his body. His soul is vibrating with uncoiled energy as thick sloughs of the plague fall off, the drained husk
It's working You think excitedly
The Wolf's body shakes, strength leaving him as the infection dies. His mind begins to fade as his soul relaxes. Soon, he collapses to the ground.
For a moment, a flutter of panic flashes in you, but it's quickly put to rest as loud snoring escapes his snout.
It seems the stress of it all put him to sleep.
It puts a smile on your face.
What does not, however, is your left arm.
You look back at it, see three large holes torn into it. The thick black ichor that passes for you blood know oozes out of it in unnaturally large streams. The pain is too distant, it makes it feel like it can't be real, and yet, there it stands.
You grimace, your very soul cringing at the inescapable reality that you can no longer avoid. Something you need to confront.
It's time to make a stand.
You:
[ ] [Humanity] Aren't Human.
- Obviously. Why keep fooling yourself? It's not like it means anything anyways. Humanity is just a word.
- You...might be a demigod. Or an undead. Or something else you don't even know yet. But whatever you are, you've still got some humanity inside you. Don't ignore the truth, but don't throw away your humanity.
- "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb". You might not have been born in your mother's womb, but humanity is more than what you're made of. It's who you bleed with.
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Needed: 75 Greater Pass. +2 benefits
A few...hours?...into the night later, he comes back. At first, he starts fear spiking once more.
But you manage to soothe his fear, your empathy allowing you to establish a kind of dialogue with him.
It turns out, he's quite smart. You don't know if he's smart for a dog, since you've never met one, and he's not quite as intelligent as Fafnir, but he's still smart enough to sort-of-talk to.
You're not really talking to each other, at least in the traditional sense.
When you ask a question, his soul, his mind, his...aura, for lack of a better word, lights up. You can sense the emotions wafting off of him and get the general impression of what he's feeling.
What helps is that his mind is far simpler than a human's. He doesn't quite think in binary terms, but he lacks the depth and complexity that would leave you grasping at straws or fumbling through words with other people.
You can't really say the wrong thing because, unlike a human, words aren't everything. Intent, actions, feelings, attitude, it all has a much larger bearing.
And something about animals just..clicks with you.
You don't know what it is, but you like it.
Final: 51 + 20[Previous checks] + 10[Good plan] = >81
Needed: 75 Pass.
This does, however, lead to you learning something unsettling.
The Wolf is hungry, very hungry. But you already knew that.
The why, and how he got here, however, is new.
The Wolf has apparently been here for 7 nights. 7 nights that felt 3 times longer than an already long day. You'd love to translate that into a hard number you can use, but even to the Wolf, time here is fluid, variable. There are no solid leads for you to use.
But he's certainly felt like he's been here for months, with no way out other than this bridge.
The only problem being, the other side has...something. Some kind of monster? Threat. A danger, certainly. They don't cross back over the bridge, given what you can tell from the Wolf, but once you get to the other side all semblance of safety is thrown to the wind.
It's why he stayed here. Whatever they are, they're scary enough that he didn't want to deal with them.
So, after a while, deathly hungry, he started eating the dead corpses. The bodies of the infected.
And that's how he came to get it.
Once he got it, it seemed to ramp up his paranoia, among many many other things. It's why he didn't keep eating, he knew it was affecting him badly and he didn't want it to get worse. It's also why he was so scared.
No matter what he did, he was going to die here, all by himself. If he eats, the infection gets worse, killing him more quickly. If he doesn't, he'll die a slow death by just starving and rotting away.
But what to do now?
[ ] [Next?] Feed him corpses you "purify"
[ ] [Next?] Look around in this area for something you can feed him.
[ ] [Next?] Go across the bridge and try to push forward.
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After finding out about the bridge, and the threat on the other side, you realize you need information, something you've been sorely lacking.
But there's one source you haven't thought to look into.
The Song.
The music you can hear whispering in the back of your mind, it's rhythm weaving through your soul. Its tone is dark, thrumming, and enticing. It asks you to plunge deeper into its depths, to dive into the mystery that lies beneath the waves.
And so you do.
You open your mind, your soul, and dive into the stream.
Song: 13
You instantly regret it.
But soon, you can't even feel enough to regret it.
It calls to you
The music wraps itself around you, the tendrils of its tune driving through your skull.
Your mind expands, surging wildly out of control. Everything is at your fingertips, only to fall away a moment later.
It calls you home
It's the rhythm, you realize.
The waves hitting you, it's the beat, the tune, all of it. The music is the...the...underlying fabric of this reality. It's intrinsic to its existence. You don't even know if it's really music or sound, or if it's just the way your mind's choosing to interpret it.
In the dead home, it lies
Either way, it's too much for you.
It overwhelms you.
It once slept
Each wave breaks over you, blasting you with more information than you can handle. It's alien language breaks through the barriers of your mind, flooding your head with noise.
And then, before you can even hope to decipher even a fraction of it, it's gone.
But now it wakes
Only for it all to come rushing back.
Once you've started listening, you can't stop, you can't unhear it. It's an earworm, burrowing into your brain, weaving through your soul.
It knows you are here
You're drowning, and you can't see the shore anymore.
It would like to say hello
+90[All of Luna's Stuff] Greater pass
And that's when you hear Her tune.
It's distant, oh so distant, but oh so familiar.
You know it, you love it.
It's mother.
It's your sanctuary, your rock in this ocean.
The spirit's arms curl around you, Her voice echoing in your ear with a wordless tune. Your memories call to you, pulling back to sanity.
You gasp, finally brought into consciousness once more, your mind having escaped the drowning tune. You look up and see Her wrapped around you, her voice crooning as her eyes look down so loving.
It's gone now, the knowledge slipping from your mind like water through your fingers. And yet...some small memory of it remains.
+[????]
So you almost died, or lost your mind, or lost yourself to the song, but that does leave one fact you can't escape, and another issue you have to deal with.
You know you have Her to thank for saving you, but can you trust her?
[ ] [Her] Yes, this is mother.
[ ] [Her] Yes. This might not be mother, but She wants to protect you.
[ ] [Her] No. You don't know who or what this is, but she might just be trying to trick you.
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Ok, so, I don't know when I'm going to update. I'm doing some family stuff for the next couple days, so I'll be pretty busy. Potentially.
Now, as a result of my rushing, this chapter might not be up to snuff. If it isn't, I apologize. As I started writing the Wolf stuff I realized I only really cared about the first part.
Beyond that, there are a number of things I could have/should have done, like picking a better song, adding more hidden subtext, making it creepier, etc etc.
But I don't want to lose what little momentum I have at the moment.
And I can make up for it next chapter. Besides, you didn't end up going that bad with the Song anyways because of Luna. So you better thank his ass for pulling you out of the fire.
Fuck I'm tired.
Joker Eden
☯[Artificial Vampire] [Experiment#961]☯
- Location
- Crimson Tower
[X] [Humanity] Aren't Human.
[X] [Next?] Look around in this area for something you can feed him.
[X] [Her] Yes. This might not be mother, but She wants to protect you.
[X] [Next?] Look around in this area for something you can feed him.
[X] [Her] Yes. This might not be mother, but She wants to protect you.
- Location
- UK
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[x] [Humanity] Aren't completely Human.
[x] [Next?] Feed him corpses you "purify"
[x] [Her] No. You don't know who or what this is, but she might just be trying to trick you.
Only option I was completely sure of was not wasting those corpses... But I decided that Elsa ought to be pragmatic enough to value who she is over what she is and to not be too trusting.
[x] [Next?] Feed him corpses you "purify"
[x] [Her] No. You don't know who or what this is, but she might just be trying to trick you.
Only option I was completely sure of was not wasting those corpses... But I decided that Elsa ought to be pragmatic enough to value who she is over what she is and to not be too trusting.
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- Location
- Not the asylum anymore
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] [Humanity] Are still Human.
I've always been of the opinion that humanity is a state of mind. It doesn't matter what blood runs through your veins, or if you even have blood (or veins). As long as you believe yourself to be human, you are human.
And last I checked, being human is conductive to a good mental state.
[X] [Next?] Look around in this area for something you can feed him.
Finding food is smart.
[X] [Her] Yes. This might not be mother, but She wants to protect you.
Not entirely sure what She is, but She seems to like us. And that's good enough for me.
I've always been of the opinion that humanity is a state of mind. It doesn't matter what blood runs through your veins, or if you even have blood (or veins). As long as you believe yourself to be human, you are human.
And last I checked, being human is conductive to a good mental state.
[X] [Next?] Look around in this area for something you can feed him.
Finding food is smart.
[X] [Her] Yes. This might not be mother, but She wants to protect you.
Not entirely sure what She is, but She seems to like us. And that's good enough for me.
[x] [Humanity] Aren't Human.
[x] [Next?] Feed him corpses you "purify"
[X] [Her] Yes. This might not be mother, but She wants to protect you.
[x] [Next?] Feed him corpses you "purify"
[X] [Her] Yes. This might not be mother, but She wants to protect you.
FullNothingness
Mostly DHMO.
[X] [Humanity] Aren't completely Human.
Clinging to being the same as everyone else isn't going to work I expect... But Elsa does still have humanity.
[X] [Next?] Look around in this area for something you can feed him.
-[X] Maybe there are fish in the river? If so you could try catching them with ice magic.
I don't think messing with those corpses is a good idea even with "purifying" them. And if we mess up said purification it would be bad. Lets look for other options first.
[X] [Her] Yes. This might not be mother, but She wants to protect you.
I recon she reminds us of Mother for a reason.
Clinging to being the same as everyone else isn't going to work I expect... But Elsa does still have humanity.
[X] [Next?] Look around in this area for something you can feed him.
-[X] Maybe there are fish in the river? If so you could try catching them with ice magic.
I don't think messing with those corpses is a good idea even with "purifying" them. And if we mess up said purification it would be bad. Lets look for other options first.
[X] [Her] Yes. This might not be mother, but She wants to protect you.
I recon she reminds us of Mother for a reason.