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They're likely in the hell jungle, as they require a warm climate
Threads Of Destiny(Eastern Fantasy, Sequel to Forge of Destiny)
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I thought there was a species that lived in somewhat temperate regions of China but that's the Chinese alligator. Figured Meng lands would be subtropical in places further north but it's entirely possible I'm misremembering.
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Some of the largest crocodiles are in the tropics
Thousand Lakes are basically crocodile paradise...if they didn't get ate by snek
Turn 14: Arc 3-7
Quiet wind blew through the nocturnal forest, playing a song of leaf and branch and moaning lonely wind. Ling Qi could sense the writhing of the threads of the liminal, the reshaping of the reality that lay beneath the skein that was visible under the eyes.
Su Ling stiffened, sensing Ling Qi's distress and quickly following her gaze. She went still when she saw those eyes.
The trees bent away from the shadows, twisting and moaning like mourners as the forest began to melt and run like watercolor paints splashed by rain. Yet, what emerged from the darkness didn't seem monstrous. It wholly shredded expectations. No padding fox and whipping tails and frothy hungry maw, no sumptuous temptress of dark silks and painted beauty. None of the images that this creature's legend had conjured in her mind appeared.
A gnarled cane tapped the ground, the shuffle and drag of elderly feet, made uneven by age and injury. Fraying sandals, a shapeless roughspun dress and slightly hunched back covered by a pale grey shawl. Her face was a mass of wrinkles, and her skin as rough as old boot-leather, thin white hair clung to her head,wispy and dry, pulled back in a tight bun.
She had the air of one whom life had chewed up over and over, until naught but sinew, gristle and spite remained, a woman whose age had robbed her of fear and propriety alike.
"Don't you fucking dare," Su Ling whispered, it was a strangeled, hateful noise, shaky with rage.
Gimlet eyes squinted in the melting darkness, firelight growing as a hearth was painted from nothing. Dirt and grass molded into rough wooden planks and woven straw mats, the night sky began to bleed into rafters and straw. But on the wall forming behind the old woman, the twisting shadows of tails appear, they weave through and among each other, too swiftly and chaotically to count.
"Damn rude way to greet your grandmother isn't it," said the fox. "Coming unannounced, and stealing the gristle from the trash. Fool girl. I always told you, if you're hungry just ask."
"Don't even try it," Su Ling said, pointing her saber. Ling Qi winced, knowing this wasn't something that could be opposed by force. "Think I'm supposed to fall for this shit, are you gonna say you were Gran all along?"
"If'n I was," considered the thing wearing the face of an old woman. "How do you figure you'd know, girl? Think a blind kit's eyes can pierce past her mother's arts?"
Please, please let the spirit's attention be focused, Ling Qi thought, reaching out with her thoughts, seeking out any imperfection in the weave of dream they were caught in, a seam, an unstable whirl, anything at all she could use to slide them out of here, a way to hide in the chaos of unformed dream, anything at all.
"You're just pulling things out of my head," Su Ling breathed out, rage grinding out into cold discipline. "You think I haven't researched you? This isn't how you operate, you smash and grab and run back to the woods, you'd never stick around in one place long enough for a big pair of boots to notice."
Tap, tap went the cane, the little house had finished forming, a merry hearthfire, strings of drying herbs hung from the ceiling, haphazard shelving sagged with the weight of clay jars filled with roots and reagents. "Why'd you think I 'died'. Or did you really think a woman could love the child of the woman who took her last grandson? She'd have dashed your head on the hearthstones if I'd not taken her too."
The fox smiled, and the teeth were black and rotten. "I taught you didn't I, how humans are. Keep 'em scared else they run out on the bill. You can't let 'em push you around, think they can dictate terms. If you can't make yourself too big a bone to swallow, you hide and you wait. Heh, you didn't turn out bad, 'till that Sect filled your head with nonsense."
The face of the old woman turned dark, darkness pooling in the deep crevices of her wrinkles. The world that followed echoed in a half dozen voices, high and low, bouncing from the walls "What's the world coming too, can't even raise your children as you like anymore."
"Will you take off her face," Su Ling hissed, not lowering her saber. "I told you I'm not falling for it. You're wasting your time."
"Deny as you want, but tell me, what were you gonna do with these scraps?" asked the fox.
Xisheng cowered behind Su Ling's legs, their eyes shut.Their form was still in flux, features changing between eyeblinks.
"Not a bad meal, not for a girl at your stage. You thought to get one over me?" the monster said, pursing wrinkled lips. "But… no you cut it off, can't even use it to nip at my power."
"I didn't take her for some shitty reason like that. I took her because they all deserve better than you, they've already suffered enough," Su Ling said flatly.
"You've killed it though," said the fox, cocking her elderly head, birdlike. "Look, buncha scraps like that, course they'd start falling apart without the only thing that binds them.
Both of them glanced toward Xisheng, who had now hidden their face in Sixiang's trousers avoiding the old woman's gaze. Their qi was disordered and… coming apart. A wisp, like steam streamed up from a dissolving sleeve.
"Don't lie to me girl, even if you've not inherited my hunger, you've inherited my hate," the gentle tap of the cane and the drag of elderly feet were far too loud, the shrunken old woman loomed. "Or…well are you even that different? Think I can't smell the man on you child? Oh but he's a strong one ain't he. Won't even notice if you take a sip. Lucky little kit."
"It's not like that, I didn't- It was just-" Su Ling's own tails snapped and waved wildly in agitation, and her blade wavered, only the ghost at her feet stopped her from taking a step back.
"Maybe you didn't want to eat that, but you wanted to take it from me. It was spite, not some pretty nonsense that moved your hand. What foolishness these people have filled your head with."
She hated the verbal assault her friend was under, but if the beast could just remain distracted… Perhaps here, Ling Qi thought, if she could just work her will into the miniscule gaps between the weaves of this illusion world, she could pry open something, just a little crack…
"And you, quit pawing at the shutters girl," Ling Qi froze as the old woman's eyes fell on her. "You're one of the ones who went and confused my girl. Made her forget how things are, when you should damn well know better."
"Your half nightkin as it is. So much Yin you're a half step from drinking the life breath of men yourself, and you go and fill my Su Ling's head with nonsense."
"I am not yours," Su Ling snarled, but the thing that called itself her mother ignored it, staring down Ling Qi.
Ling Qi swallowed, pins and needles on her skin. Some part of her wanted to deflect and talk around, to try and desperately go for more time. But… could she really beat this creature with words and misdirection? No, obviously not. She felt Sixiang's arms embrace her without form. "All your power, and it's still not perfect, huh?"
"Hm?" wondered the fox, raising an eyebrow.
"It was like that with Black Skies Yearning too," Ling Qi said, steadily meeting her gaze. "A cruel old monster that preys on the week, so powerful, but there were holes in her illusion, because she lacked understanding too."
She smiled in reminiscence."You know I think my teacher's illusions were the only really perfect ones, she only tripped up because she was fighting herself."
Su Ling was starting to furrow her brow, looking her way.But the old woman's cane struck the floor with a boom. "You got a point in that rambling girl?"
"Yeah, illusions and art don't make you elegant or smart, they're as blunt or graceful as their maker," Ling Qi said steadily. "Su Ling is the righteous one, the one who remembers peoples names and hurts. No one has filled her head with anything, she came on it honestly. Me, I'm only a thief. And you're a poor liar and a brute."
The thing about cruelty Ling Qi found, is that it made you sloppy. Inattentive. It was something to be inflicted on one helpless before you. Combine this with the pride of a beast who by all indication wished to break rather than kill. A beast who, most importantly, she could feel was not entirely here, connections reaching out into the waking world in three directions.
And, if you are caught in one act, so often the catcher will be less attentive for others.
Subtly gathered, Dream Qi surged, Sixiang slammed the full weight of their qi, the full weight of their existence into the the thinnest most unstable part of the illusions, a wash of chaotic and unraveling qi.
Dreamwalker Trait Increases by one
The tiniest split appeared in the weave, and Ling Qi grasped Su Ling's hand. The world erupted in a kaleidoscope of light as Ling Qi reached for the image of power, far more expansive than her littlegate. Her mind dreamed of golden scales, coiling kilometers into the sky.
The world flew, or they did, Ling Qi could not tell in the chaos.She threw every ounce of her will and her speed into this jump, Sixiang expended the entirety of their qi in a single tremendous burst of dissolution to leave the path behind unknowable.
It was not enough.
Death came as fire, purple and smoky, a haze in the shape of a lashing tail, it's bone white tip far sharper than mortal steel. Ling Qi felt a lance of terror in the bare instant she had, and pulled deep upon the dark qi that ran through her body, forming the pattern of the Black Mirror technique in the bare instant she had. Her form became the void, a bottomless hole in the world that would absorb any attack.
The void filled with fire and overflowed. Ling Qi heard a crack like breaking porcelain and her technique shattered.
She hit the ground rolling, bile and blood in her throat, something sharp and pinching in her chest. Smoke trailed from the burned hem of her dress, and distantly, she heard Sixiang cry out in pain. Her flute materialized in her hands as she rolled to her feet, already beginning the steps of her dance, to summon mirror copies or speed herself on the wind.
A tail the size of a tree trunk smashed into her, she felt her right arm snap like so much kindling and her flute shatter, splinters digging into her lips and neck. She struck something hard, and nearly blacked out, slumping down to the base of a tree.
"Ling Qi!" she heard Su Ling scream in her ringing head.
"Such a rude girl. But if that is what you think, shall this one not oblige?" The voice wasn't raspy and old anymore deep and thick with menace, only a bare edge of feminine purr softening the bestial growl.
All Ling Qi could see was a shadow, a looming thing, of lashing tails and bony limbs. She was thin, the fox, Ling Qi thought, for all her greed. Fur clung tightly to bones, a nightmare of starvation and murder in half formed blackness of a wooden clearing they had landed in.
Ling Qi spat a mouthful of blood onto the half molded grass, belying her fear. They had been so close, so close, Just a moment more and they would have reached the gaze of the Sect's spirit lord, the companion of the head.
A bestial paw rose, obsidian nails gleaming in the mist. It descended on her, and Ling Qi struggled to gather the qi to move.
Somewhere distant, she heard a child's voice cry out. God's this whole thing had been too bold, even for her.
Su Ling appeared before her, in a burst of speed, the side of her saber held up like a shield, braced on one arm. That dull gray qi from before snapped and hummed. It filled her meridians, crawled on her skin and around her the stuff of dream stiffened and froze, the ground turning gray, the air turning to choking dust. But in that cloud, Ling Qi saw a string of formations burning black on her blade. She recognized them from that time so long ago that she had seen Su Ling working with Xuan Shi.
The sound of impact could not be described, it was simply a deafening noise. With all her strength, Ling Qi exhaled her mist from every poor, gathering it in a protective cocoon around them as she had in the caldera.
Su Ling slammed into a stone to her right and bounced, blood erupting from a pair of deep cuts across her body and chest. Her sword had shattered into shards, and she clutched now only the hilt and stump of a blade in her hand.
This almost felt familiar, Ling Qi thought, her head still ringing.
"Stop, stop! I'll go back, I promise, please stop!" Xisheng was running across pale green grass, the dreamscape showed no sign of ruin. Ling Qi pushed herself up, forcing herself to sit up.
"Pitiful thing, imagining that you had a choice," the voice emanated from the shadows, near to the gigantic fox's skull like head, and she hears it inhale a torrent of air and qi.
She hears Su Ling scream something unintelligible, a curse or a wordless roar of anger she knows not. She feels a stinging pain in the corner of her eyes. Still not enough. But she catches crimson in the corner of her eyes.
There is a clearing in the cloudy sky, and in it hangs a baleful red sickle.
Su Ling has staggered to her feet, the child is wailing, their limbs breaking apart into light and mist. Su Ling stumbles forward, half blind with blood, and stiffens her posture into a high attacking stance. The meridians in her arms burn, writhing visibly under her skin. And at her back, for less than an eyeblink, an iron haired matron whose face is a skull reaches up, sniffs and adjusts the angle of her broken blade like an instructor.
The red is blinding, and she hears the echoing scream of a fox, more in shock and outrage than hurt. She sees, in the fading flash a bead of blood from a thin cut across its muzzle
Su Ling collapses to the ground, her own blood soaking her arms, meridians ruptured.
And Ling Qi feels something cold on her palm. The foxes' enraged gaze whirls onto her wayward daughter. Ling Qi sees a crack in the ground, from which black flower petals blow.
There is a time for suspicion and wariness, this is not it. With her will, she seizes Su Ling, what is left of the child, and dives down the crevice in a slick of shadow.
Su Ling stiffened, sensing Ling Qi's distress and quickly following her gaze. She went still when she saw those eyes.
The trees bent away from the shadows, twisting and moaning like mourners as the forest began to melt and run like watercolor paints splashed by rain. Yet, what emerged from the darkness didn't seem monstrous. It wholly shredded expectations. No padding fox and whipping tails and frothy hungry maw, no sumptuous temptress of dark silks and painted beauty. None of the images that this creature's legend had conjured in her mind appeared.
A gnarled cane tapped the ground, the shuffle and drag of elderly feet, made uneven by age and injury. Fraying sandals, a shapeless roughspun dress and slightly hunched back covered by a pale grey shawl. Her face was a mass of wrinkles, and her skin as rough as old boot-leather, thin white hair clung to her head,wispy and dry, pulled back in a tight bun.
She had the air of one whom life had chewed up over and over, until naught but sinew, gristle and spite remained, a woman whose age had robbed her of fear and propriety alike.
"Don't you fucking dare," Su Ling whispered, it was a strangeled, hateful noise, shaky with rage.
Gimlet eyes squinted in the melting darkness, firelight growing as a hearth was painted from nothing. Dirt and grass molded into rough wooden planks and woven straw mats, the night sky began to bleed into rafters and straw. But on the wall forming behind the old woman, the twisting shadows of tails appear, they weave through and among each other, too swiftly and chaotically to count.
"Damn rude way to greet your grandmother isn't it," said the fox. "Coming unannounced, and stealing the gristle from the trash. Fool girl. I always told you, if you're hungry just ask."
"Don't even try it," Su Ling said, pointing her saber. Ling Qi winced, knowing this wasn't something that could be opposed by force. "Think I'm supposed to fall for this shit, are you gonna say you were Gran all along?"
"If'n I was," considered the thing wearing the face of an old woman. "How do you figure you'd know, girl? Think a blind kit's eyes can pierce past her mother's arts?"
Please, please let the spirit's attention be focused, Ling Qi thought, reaching out with her thoughts, seeking out any imperfection in the weave of dream they were caught in, a seam, an unstable whirl, anything at all she could use to slide them out of here, a way to hide in the chaos of unformed dream, anything at all.
"You're just pulling things out of my head," Su Ling breathed out, rage grinding out into cold discipline. "You think I haven't researched you? This isn't how you operate, you smash and grab and run back to the woods, you'd never stick around in one place long enough for a big pair of boots to notice."
Tap, tap went the cane, the little house had finished forming, a merry hearthfire, strings of drying herbs hung from the ceiling, haphazard shelving sagged with the weight of clay jars filled with roots and reagents. "Why'd you think I 'died'. Or did you really think a woman could love the child of the woman who took her last grandson? She'd have dashed your head on the hearthstones if I'd not taken her too."
The fox smiled, and the teeth were black and rotten. "I taught you didn't I, how humans are. Keep 'em scared else they run out on the bill. You can't let 'em push you around, think they can dictate terms. If you can't make yourself too big a bone to swallow, you hide and you wait. Heh, you didn't turn out bad, 'till that Sect filled your head with nonsense."
The face of the old woman turned dark, darkness pooling in the deep crevices of her wrinkles. The world that followed echoed in a half dozen voices, high and low, bouncing from the walls "What's the world coming too, can't even raise your children as you like anymore."
"Will you take off her face," Su Ling hissed, not lowering her saber. "I told you I'm not falling for it. You're wasting your time."
"Deny as you want, but tell me, what were you gonna do with these scraps?" asked the fox.
Xisheng cowered behind Su Ling's legs, their eyes shut.Their form was still in flux, features changing between eyeblinks.
"Not a bad meal, not for a girl at your stage. You thought to get one over me?" the monster said, pursing wrinkled lips. "But… no you cut it off, can't even use it to nip at my power."
"I didn't take her for some shitty reason like that. I took her because they all deserve better than you, they've already suffered enough," Su Ling said flatly.
"You've killed it though," said the fox, cocking her elderly head, birdlike. "Look, buncha scraps like that, course they'd start falling apart without the only thing that binds them.
Both of them glanced toward Xisheng, who had now hidden their face in Sixiang's trousers avoiding the old woman's gaze. Their qi was disordered and… coming apart. A wisp, like steam streamed up from a dissolving sleeve.
"Don't lie to me girl, even if you've not inherited my hunger, you've inherited my hate," the gentle tap of the cane and the drag of elderly feet were far too loud, the shrunken old woman loomed. "Or…well are you even that different? Think I can't smell the man on you child? Oh but he's a strong one ain't he. Won't even notice if you take a sip. Lucky little kit."
"It's not like that, I didn't- It was just-" Su Ling's own tails snapped and waved wildly in agitation, and her blade wavered, only the ghost at her feet stopped her from taking a step back.
"Maybe you didn't want to eat that, but you wanted to take it from me. It was spite, not some pretty nonsense that moved your hand. What foolishness these people have filled your head with."
She hated the verbal assault her friend was under, but if the beast could just remain distracted… Perhaps here, Ling Qi thought, if she could just work her will into the miniscule gaps between the weaves of this illusion world, she could pry open something, just a little crack…
"And you, quit pawing at the shutters girl," Ling Qi froze as the old woman's eyes fell on her. "You're one of the ones who went and confused my girl. Made her forget how things are, when you should damn well know better."
"Your half nightkin as it is. So much Yin you're a half step from drinking the life breath of men yourself, and you go and fill my Su Ling's head with nonsense."
"I am not yours," Su Ling snarled, but the thing that called itself her mother ignored it, staring down Ling Qi.
Ling Qi swallowed, pins and needles on her skin. Some part of her wanted to deflect and talk around, to try and desperately go for more time. But… could she really beat this creature with words and misdirection? No, obviously not. She felt Sixiang's arms embrace her without form. "All your power, and it's still not perfect, huh?"
"Hm?" wondered the fox, raising an eyebrow.
"It was like that with Black Skies Yearning too," Ling Qi said, steadily meeting her gaze. "A cruel old monster that preys on the week, so powerful, but there were holes in her illusion, because she lacked understanding too."
She smiled in reminiscence."You know I think my teacher's illusions were the only really perfect ones, she only tripped up because she was fighting herself."
Su Ling was starting to furrow her brow, looking her way.But the old woman's cane struck the floor with a boom. "You got a point in that rambling girl?"
"Yeah, illusions and art don't make you elegant or smart, they're as blunt or graceful as their maker," Ling Qi said steadily. "Su Ling is the righteous one, the one who remembers peoples names and hurts. No one has filled her head with anything, she came on it honestly. Me, I'm only a thief. And you're a poor liar and a brute."
The thing about cruelty Ling Qi found, is that it made you sloppy. Inattentive. It was something to be inflicted on one helpless before you. Combine this with the pride of a beast who by all indication wished to break rather than kill. A beast who, most importantly, she could feel was not entirely here, connections reaching out into the waking world in three directions.
And, if you are caught in one act, so often the catcher will be less attentive for others.
Subtly gathered, Dream Qi surged, Sixiang slammed the full weight of their qi, the full weight of their existence into the the thinnest most unstable part of the illusions, a wash of chaotic and unraveling qi.
Dreamwalker Trait Increases by one
The tiniest split appeared in the weave, and Ling Qi grasped Su Ling's hand. The world erupted in a kaleidoscope of light as Ling Qi reached for the image of power, far more expansive than her littlegate. Her mind dreamed of golden scales, coiling kilometers into the sky.
The world flew, or they did, Ling Qi could not tell in the chaos.She threw every ounce of her will and her speed into this jump, Sixiang expended the entirety of their qi in a single tremendous burst of dissolution to leave the path behind unknowable.
It was not enough.
Death came as fire, purple and smoky, a haze in the shape of a lashing tail, it's bone white tip far sharper than mortal steel. Ling Qi felt a lance of terror in the bare instant she had, and pulled deep upon the dark qi that ran through her body, forming the pattern of the Black Mirror technique in the bare instant she had. Her form became the void, a bottomless hole in the world that would absorb any attack.
The void filled with fire and overflowed. Ling Qi heard a crack like breaking porcelain and her technique shattered.
She hit the ground rolling, bile and blood in her throat, something sharp and pinching in her chest. Smoke trailed from the burned hem of her dress, and distantly, she heard Sixiang cry out in pain. Her flute materialized in her hands as she rolled to her feet, already beginning the steps of her dance, to summon mirror copies or speed herself on the wind.
A tail the size of a tree trunk smashed into her, she felt her right arm snap like so much kindling and her flute shatter, splinters digging into her lips and neck. She struck something hard, and nearly blacked out, slumping down to the base of a tree.
"Ling Qi!" she heard Su Ling scream in her ringing head.
"Such a rude girl. But if that is what you think, shall this one not oblige?" The voice wasn't raspy and old anymore deep and thick with menace, only a bare edge of feminine purr softening the bestial growl.
All Ling Qi could see was a shadow, a looming thing, of lashing tails and bony limbs. She was thin, the fox, Ling Qi thought, for all her greed. Fur clung tightly to bones, a nightmare of starvation and murder in half formed blackness of a wooden clearing they had landed in.
Ling Qi spat a mouthful of blood onto the half molded grass, belying her fear. They had been so close, so close, Just a moment more and they would have reached the gaze of the Sect's spirit lord, the companion of the head.
A bestial paw rose, obsidian nails gleaming in the mist. It descended on her, and Ling Qi struggled to gather the qi to move.
Somewhere distant, she heard a child's voice cry out. God's this whole thing had been too bold, even for her.
Su Ling appeared before her, in a burst of speed, the side of her saber held up like a shield, braced on one arm. That dull gray qi from before snapped and hummed. It filled her meridians, crawled on her skin and around her the stuff of dream stiffened and froze, the ground turning gray, the air turning to choking dust. But in that cloud, Ling Qi saw a string of formations burning black on her blade. She recognized them from that time so long ago that she had seen Su Ling working with Xuan Shi.
The sound of impact could not be described, it was simply a deafening noise. With all her strength, Ling Qi exhaled her mist from every poor, gathering it in a protective cocoon around them as she had in the caldera.
Su Ling slammed into a stone to her right and bounced, blood erupting from a pair of deep cuts across her body and chest. Her sword had shattered into shards, and she clutched now only the hilt and stump of a blade in her hand.
This almost felt familiar, Ling Qi thought, her head still ringing.
"Stop, stop! I'll go back, I promise, please stop!" Xisheng was running across pale green grass, the dreamscape showed no sign of ruin. Ling Qi pushed herself up, forcing herself to sit up.
"Pitiful thing, imagining that you had a choice," the voice emanated from the shadows, near to the gigantic fox's skull like head, and she hears it inhale a torrent of air and qi.
She hears Su Ling scream something unintelligible, a curse or a wordless roar of anger she knows not. She feels a stinging pain in the corner of her eyes. Still not enough. But she catches crimson in the corner of her eyes.
There is a clearing in the cloudy sky, and in it hangs a baleful red sickle.
Su Ling has staggered to her feet, the child is wailing, their limbs breaking apart into light and mist. Su Ling stumbles forward, half blind with blood, and stiffens her posture into a high attacking stance. The meridians in her arms burn, writhing visibly under her skin. And at her back, for less than an eyeblink, an iron haired matron whose face is a skull reaches up, sniffs and adjusts the angle of her broken blade like an instructor.
The red is blinding, and she hears the echoing scream of a fox, more in shock and outrage than hurt. She sees, in the fading flash a bead of blood from a thin cut across its muzzle
Su Ling collapses to the ground, her own blood soaking her arms, meridians ruptured.
And Ling Qi feels something cold on her palm. The foxes' enraged gaze whirls onto her wayward daughter. Ling Qi sees a crack in the ground, from which black flower petals blow.
There is a time for suspicion and wariness, this is not it. With her will, she seizes Su Ling, what is left of the child, and dives down the crevice in a slick of shadow.
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- Texas
Is this the old Weilu Skeleton's work? If so, he's definitely earning his uncle status.
Hopefully our wounds don't take too long to heal. It'd be worth it, but ouch.
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- being near locations is my passion.
Nooooooo!
We need to have otters! Otters are more cute and fun
Edit: the tiny minster hats are a fantastic idea tho. props for that.
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- Leeds
Specified is this one so unless there is multiple people intervening that would be a no.
It is multiple people.
Bloody helped Su Ling actually hurt her, and dream Weilu opened up a getaway path.
The black flowers are his signature. And he's been known to watch us in the dream. Can't wait to see more of him.
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Wow things really went pear-shaped on this one. Good thing we grabbed the girl.
Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
Also, apparently Su Ling got a Bloody Moon Sword Art and official Patronage there, the Sword Art is probably comparable to LFWT in potency--in other words, a big deal.
Take note, all those who would write quests. This is how you make a Failed Roll create an exciting Outcome without making people skittish. Fail Forward is a lesson that needs to be better internalized!
Take note, all those who would write quests. This is how you make a Failed Roll create an exciting Outcome without making people skittish. Fail Forward is a lesson that needs to be better internalized!
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- He/Him
Oh, what a update this was ... my god, was that a ride ...
Well sad for our good old flute ... but it was time for an update anyway.
Probably the peak of what a 3rd realm is capable of achieving against that monster without access to shen. But yea Bloody Moon has staked her claims here.
New uncle to the rescue! He earned himself a spot on our to-do list.
Any Idea what this is? Did i miss something?
Ohhhh that would have been so cool, seeing papa dragon take a look at the fox and shu her away with a glance.
HOPE IS STILL ALIVE!
Well sad for our good old flute ... but it was time for an update anyway.
Probably the peak of what a 3rd realm is capable of achieving against that monster without access to shen. But yea Bloody Moon has staked her claims here.
New uncle to the rescue! He earned himself a spot on our to-do list.
Any Idea what this is? Did i miss something?
Ohhhh that would have been so cool, seeing papa dragon take a look at the fox and shu her away with a glance.
HOPE IS STILL ALIVE!
- Location
- Finland
Could have gone worse.
Could have gone better, but it definitely could have gone worse.
I'm happy we chose to try to save the child, no matter what the outcome ends up being, we did the right thing, paid the price, but dammit we did the right thing instead of backing away in fear.
Could have gone better, but it definitely could have gone worse.
I'm happy we chose to try to save the child, no matter what the outcome ends up being, we did the right thing, paid the price, but dammit we did the right thing instead of backing away in fear.
...This might actually be a problem, it is something that really happens in some Xianxias, female cultivators having so much Yin that they need to get Yang to live, and the most common way is by... Dual Cultivation *cough*.
There is still a chance to adopt the child!
Remember that you must always have a backup escape plan when you do a heist.
ImperatorV
The Laughing One
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- The Voyaging Realm
That feeling when you trigger a boss battle that's way above your level and get nearly team-wiped in one hit.
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- He
That feel when the breath stealing nightmare wraith calls you out for unethical behavior 
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- He
I really doubt that it'd reach that point, besides, from what it seems it at most would be an ability to drain their lifespans to gain cultivation.
Besides, Su Ling seems to have done once before, and i really doubt she ever did that with someone.
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- Leeds
I think Fail forward is a different concept to getting rewards on success or fail.
Fail Forward is success but with complications, so we would escape, but LQ or Su Ling are severely injured.
E: Although yeah I guess injuries all around, and Gristle might die anyway, so... an unexpected reward, expected injuries and the expected reward might die anyway.
So I kinda get what you mean but also I disagree.
Feels more like a good narrative beat than good game design unless people are going to point me to the educated guesses people where making to balance the chance of getting a blood moon whatever the hell that is against the risks to us.
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