I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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Oh wow, unanimous, who would have guessed it....
voting is now closed.
voting is now closed.
NorseQuest (A Norse Xianxia)
- Thread starter I.F. Ister
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- Original Fantasy Action
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- norse mythology (mythology) original xianxia cultivation western cultivation ask sirihand did your mother tell you anything? discussion pleases yggdrasil farming gloating gets people killed granary management hubris is a coward's word you will die norsemen do not die when they are killed the qm has a bad memory the qm is bad at math viking courtroom drama (legal drama) vikings
Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
I mean, it was literally "Investigate a shiny" vs "Don't investigate a shiny".
And something that grows in reaction to Fire is something that sounds yummy to us.
Winter 5/Investigating Steinby 2
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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You eat the plant, because of course you do
With a heavy sigh on your lips, you scoop up a handful of dirt and pick the seedling from its earthy tomb.
Drifa watches intently as you hold it this way and that, watching as the sun shines down and the grain stalks sway in great waves of gold.
The plant's sole leaf has a strange pattern to it. Faint orangey spirals dance up and down its green surface. Smaller, fainter patterns of swirling shapes run along the infant stem. The leaf is soft to the touch, as is fitting with something new to the world, but the forked, spiky ends have already gained a simple poking firmness that tells of a hardy nature taking root.
The seed itself is an orange ball of hardened wrinkles split nearly in half by the stem. A trio of itty-bitty roots clinging to nothing but soil grains shoot out from the sides and bottom.
Feeling a little bit silly, you lift it to your ear and...
You pause as a sound almost reminiscent of a crackling hearth on a cold winter morning reaches your ears. It reminds you of the time you were sick. When the fire in the stone-ringed hearth kept you warm, keeping your sickness at bay just as the medicine did its work.
It smells of a warm fullness with slight hints of some kind of fresh fruit. There too is a slight woodiness alongside a strange lick of metal. Other smells float around, none of which care to reveal their truth to you.
Hearing and smelling done, you're left with the final piece on the docket...
Drifa's eyes widen as you gather yourself and steel your spine. You will not look silly, you will not!
Lifting the seed high above your head, you tilt your face to the sky and open wide, tongue lolling out from your mouth. A heartbeat passes as the seed dangles from pinched fingers before, in an instant, you let it fall free.
It drops into your waiting maw, smears across your tongue, and then slides down your throat. It's not easy to swallow it, but you do as the flavor quickly spreads all around your mouth.
Face pinching, you wince as you discern the taste.
It has a sweet and woody flavor but feels almost as if someone had punched you in the mouth moments before. It's almost warm and leaves a tingling feeling as it passes down your throat and into your stomach.
But...
It vanishes before ever reaching your gut.
Into your soul it goes, where it rolls down the hill before finding a nestled spot in a soil-filled crevice. It takes root immediately, your soul just barely fertile enough to support a new resident in the mix.
You get the sense that you're going to have to take care of it, like a farmer would his... crops...
Hmm, there's something there, you can feel it hinting at the edges of your mind.
'All Norsemen, from the highest kings to the lowliest Thralls, are what, Halla?'
"Did you really just eat that?" Drifa asks, an incredulous arch to her brows. Her words dash Blackhand's from your mind as you flinch.
An embarrassed heat rushes across your cheeks as you stammer, clutching at the folds of your dress. "H-how else was I supposed to figure out what it was?"
Drifa quirks her head. "Well? What is it?"
You blink, not having expected that question.
What do you name this plant?
[ ] Write in
And after that, what do you do next?
[ ] Talk to Asva, with the milk
[ ] Talk to Sten, at the forge
[ ] Go ahead and enter the house, where Steinarr awaits.
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AN: And now you've got a plant in your soul.
No moratorium, maybe a third update. We'll see how things play out.
With a heavy sigh on your lips, you scoop up a handful of dirt and pick the seedling from its earthy tomb.
Drifa watches intently as you hold it this way and that, watching as the sun shines down and the grain stalks sway in great waves of gold.
The plant's sole leaf has a strange pattern to it. Faint orangey spirals dance up and down its green surface. Smaller, fainter patterns of swirling shapes run along the infant stem. The leaf is soft to the touch, as is fitting with something new to the world, but the forked, spiky ends have already gained a simple poking firmness that tells of a hardy nature taking root.
The seed itself is an orange ball of hardened wrinkles split nearly in half by the stem. A trio of itty-bitty roots clinging to nothing but soil grains shoot out from the sides and bottom.
Feeling a little bit silly, you lift it to your ear and...
You pause as a sound almost reminiscent of a crackling hearth on a cold winter morning reaches your ears. It reminds you of the time you were sick. When the fire in the stone-ringed hearth kept you warm, keeping your sickness at bay just as the medicine did its work.
It smells of a warm fullness with slight hints of some kind of fresh fruit. There too is a slight woodiness alongside a strange lick of metal. Other smells float around, none of which care to reveal their truth to you.
Hearing and smelling done, you're left with the final piece on the docket...
Drifa's eyes widen as you gather yourself and steel your spine. You will not look silly, you will not!
Lifting the seed high above your head, you tilt your face to the sky and open wide, tongue lolling out from your mouth. A heartbeat passes as the seed dangles from pinched fingers before, in an instant, you let it fall free.
It drops into your waiting maw, smears across your tongue, and then slides down your throat. It's not easy to swallow it, but you do as the flavor quickly spreads all around your mouth.
Face pinching, you wince as you discern the taste.
It has a sweet and woody flavor but feels almost as if someone had punched you in the mouth moments before. It's almost warm and leaves a tingling feeling as it passes down your throat and into your stomach.
But...
It vanishes before ever reaching your gut.
Into your soul it goes, where it rolls down the hill before finding a nestled spot in a soil-filled crevice. It takes root immediately, your soul just barely fertile enough to support a new resident in the mix.
You get the sense that you're going to have to take care of it, like a farmer would his... crops...
Hmm, there's something there, you can feel it hinting at the edges of your mind.
'All Norsemen, from the highest kings to the lowliest Thralls, are what, Halla?'
"Did you really just eat that?" Drifa asks, an incredulous arch to her brows. Her words dash Blackhand's from your mind as you flinch.
An embarrassed heat rushes across your cheeks as you stammer, clutching at the folds of your dress. "H-how else was I supposed to figure out what it was?"
Drifa quirks her head. "Well? What is it?"
You blink, not having expected that question.
What do you name this plant?
[ ] Write in
And after that, what do you do next?
[ ] Talk to Asva, with the milk
[ ] Talk to Sten, at the forge
[ ] Go ahead and enter the house, where Steinarr awaits.
0~0~0
AN: And now you've got a plant in your soul.
No moratorium, maybe a third update. We'll see how things play out.
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Huh.
That's basically my entire response to that.
[X] Talk to Asva, with the milk
EDIT:
[X] Arinnrót or Hearthroot
This works.
That's basically my entire response to that.
[X] Talk to Asva, with the milk
EDIT:
[X] Arinnrót or Hearthroot
This works.
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Welp.
That was, in its way, easier than I thought it would be. Didn't expect we'd just find a soul-plant as a random encounter.
[X] Arinnrót or Hearthroot
[x] Talk to Sten, at the forge
That was, in its way, easier than I thought it would be. Didn't expect we'd just find a soul-plant as a random encounter.
[X] Arinnrót or Hearthroot
[x] Talk to Sten, at the forge
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SleepyCaterpilar
Just a Rapariga
[X] Go ahead and enter the house, where Steinarr awaits.
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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In a way, all plants are soul plants.
Also, I'm not just gonna make cultivation stuff happen to you without you making the choice to pursue it. I don't think that that's entirely fair for me to do stuff like that.
What can I say? I'm just that good ;P
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ThatGazzer
Minds Eye Bind
- Location
- PNW
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[X] Arinnrót or Hearthroot
[X] Talk to Sten, at the forge
Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
- Location
- USG Ishimura
[X] Hearthleaf
[X] Talk to Asva, with the milk
[X] Talk to Asva, with the milk
One question that raises...
Did it grow due to the fire, or was it immune to the fire and grew because of the Orthstirr used in making the fire?
If there were more of it we could try dropping Orthstirr on it (if we can't directly, stoke while full and let the overcapacity drop on it) or using mundane fire.
Did it grow due to the fire, or was it immune to the fire and grew because of the Orthstirr used in making the fire?
If there were more of it we could try dropping Orthstirr on it (if we can't directly, stoke while full and let the overcapacity drop on it) or using mundane fire.
- Location
- some computer lab
[X] Arinnrót or Hearthroot
[X] Arinnrót or Hearthroot
[X] Bonfiern
Not what I'd vote for, but I figure more options are always nice.
[X] Talk to Asva, with the milk
[X] Bonfiern
Not what I'd vote for, but I figure more options are always nice.
[X] Talk to Asva, with the milk
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It's a good question.
We can directly drip orthstirr on things, I'm pretty sure. We have before, and doing that and then hardening it is basically how Reinforce Shield works.
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[X] Arinnrót or Hearthroot
[X] Talk to Asva, with the milk
[X] Talk to Asva, with the milk
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Probably not the only way, but this is definitely our equivalent of natural treasures and alchemy pills and stuff like that. External items that aid in cultivation.
[X] Talk to Sten, at the forge
Would it be too much to call the plant after Muspell or Surtr?
"Logilifa"?
After "logi" (fire) + "lifa" (to grow by consuming), but I might be entirely wrong (not my fault, I swear).
Would it be too much to call the plant after Muspell or Surtr?
"Logilifa"?
After "logi" (fire) + "lifa" (to grow by consuming), but I might be entirely wrong (not my fault, I swear).
CedeTheBees
Probably high right now
- Location
- Somewhere
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Arinnrót or Hearthroot
[X] Talk to Asva, with the milk
[X] Talk to Asva, with the milk
You absolute troll
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