[LILY]

[crittersheep]

[you find yourself whisked away to. . . a small clearing in the midst of a misty wooded area. it is the dead of night, with the moon and stars shining brightly above you. the shadows between the trees broil at you menacingly– it's a different kind of threat than the mist in the woods of the pasture]

[also: you are now dressed as little red riding hood, only in your team colors. yes, this applies to everyone. you also have a cute little wicker basket with (fake) food in it. Enjoy!]

[the new Weed's voice echoes above, as though spoken through a P.A. system]

The night was dark. . . and in the sky, the moon glimmered brightly, like a silver eye watching the world below slumber peacefully.

And yet, at this hour, Little White Lily-- a young adventurer residing with their siblings on the edge of the Great Woods– found themselves lost between the trees. For you see, earlier that day Little White Lily had received notice that their grandmother was very, very ill. Fearful for their grandmother's well being, Little White Lily packed up a basket of food and donned their signature cloak, ready to venture into the darkness to care for their beloved matriarch.

But the path to grandmother's house is fraught with danger. Because lurking in these woods, ready to pounce upon the first sign of prey, are creatures of indescribable horribleness. . .

And Little White Lily's adventure is only just beginning.

Comments

[ROUND ONE]

[crittersheep]

The sound of flapping wings fills the air, a series of pitch-black feathers suddenly raining down upon Little White Lily from above. Looking up, it seems the moon and stars have been blackened by a vast expanse of wings as a large bird descends into the clearing from above!

The creature's sharp talons and glimmering beak send fear gripping Little White Lily's heart. They swallow thickly as they gaze upon the majestic creature. The Thistle Roc is said to sweep in upon humans from above, piercing them with the daggers that are its talons and carting them off to its nest to feed to its young.

The Roc settles with wings tucked at its side, and addresses the adventurer with a piercing gaze. "Do you need assistance, young on? I can carry you upon my back into the night sky, and guide you to freedom, should you wish."

Little White Lily remembers that they have dagger stashed away in their cloak, and it seems. . . they have a choice.

Do they TRUST the roc, or do they BETRAY the creature and clip its wings before it can eat them?

[there is also a cardboard Thistle-colored roc hanging by a rope from the tree branches. Birb!1]

[DISCUSSION]

[crittersheep]

Re: [DISCUSSION]

[mykidisthebest]

[looks torn between trying to be mildly annoyed and actively angry]

Well, this is stupid.

Re: [DISCUSSION]

[endsjustified]

[immediately illusions himself back into his normal clothes]

There's absolutely nothing to be gained long term from ever taking the betrayal option.

Re: [DISCUSSION]

[hardpity]

I always think 'do nothing' should count as a choice in these multiple choice games...

Re: [DISCUSSION]

[ohlord]

[the hell is this scenario even...]

[DECISION]

[crittersheep]

Re: [DECISION]

[endsjustified]

Lily will TRUST the Thistle Roc!

[RESULTS]

[crittersheep]

Little White Lily bows their head, staying their weapon and allowing themselves a moment of vulnerability in front of the Roc. "It would be easier to find my pathway from above," they say, "Please, can you assist me?"

The Roc's talons and beak continue to glisten menacingly, but-- in the end, the beautiful beast lowers its back, allowing Little White Lily to climb atop.

"Let us go, young one. Do the stars."

With a flap of its wings, the Roc dives into the sky, Little White Lily at its side.

The Thistle Roc and Little White Lily have decided to TRUST each other. But even though they are now companions, they are not safe from the other horrors of the woods. . .

[PUNISHMENTS]

[crittersheep]

CHARON will find that his back suddenly burns, as though it's on fire. Through his skin burst two leathery dragon wings, wide and beautiful but also functionally useless. He will also find that his teeth are painfully beginning to grow into fangs, and his nails into sharp, sharp talons. The pain subsides when the transformation is done, but also. Ow.

ANANKE feels his entire body shiver, before a searing pain courses through ever limb. The pain is excruciating, but he can stave it off by touching someone else.

AIDES feels pain searing across his neck, blood seeping from a wound that certainly wasn't there before! His throat has been sliced (all. . . the way around??), but fortunately not so deep that he's in danger of bleeding out. Also, he can still talk. He's just in pain and also bleeding everywhere from a very old injury.

LETHE will find that his back suddenly burns, as though it's on fire. Through his skin burst two leathery dragon wings, wide and beautiful but also functionally useless. He will also find that his teeth are painfully beginning to grow into fangs, and his nails into sharp, sharp talons. The pain subsides when the transformation is done, but also. Ow.

STYX finds that he suddenly can't remember ONE member of Lily. No matter how hard he stares at their face, they seem like a complete stranger to him! Whomever this member is is PLAYER'S CHOICE.

[ROUND TWO]

[crittersheep]

The vines and plants surrounding the clearing suddenly begin to curl in on themselves, as though alive. Little White Lily rears back from the movement, clearly frightened, before calling out in a trembling voice– "Who is there!"

From the brush emerges a beautiful humanoid creature, with green skin dotted in beautiful, colorful flowers and hair made of leaves and vines. They flash Little [COLOR TEAM] a small, friendly smile, reaching out to them with a bright red rose.

The Rose Nymph of the forest is said to lure in unsuspecting adventurers with a loving smile. . . only to trap them within their vines, sucking away their blood until there is nothing left.

"My my, you seem so frightened. . . could it be that you do not know where you are? I know these woods like the back of my hand. Allow me to guide you back to the path."

Little White Lily remembers that they have a lance tucked away in their cloak, and ti seems. . . they have a choice.

Do they TRUST the nymph, or do they BETRAY the creature and attempt to slay them on the spot?

[also there's a cardboard Rose-colored nymph hanging from a rope from the tree branches now. it's very cute!! kind of]

[DECISION]

[crittersheep]

Re: [DECISION]

[mykidisthebest]

Lily will TRUST the Rose Nymph!

[DISCUSSION]

[crittersheep]

Re: [DISCUSSION]

[endsjustified]

[wearily, when it’s just a repeat scenario]

We began as we meant to go on.

Re: [DISCUSSION]

[spinebuddyandme]

I dunno as much about Rose, but we're trusting them anyway, right?

Re: [DISCUSSION]

[hardpity]

[ wheezily bc applying pressure to your entire throat means breathing is somewhat compromised ]

They won't kill us or I won't finish the lighting rig... or the seed press... or the mill...

Re: [DISCUSSION]

[mykidisthebest]

[tiredly trying to sort out his wing situation]

Trust.

Re: [DISCUSSION]

[ohlord]

[the flock he sees as most wild card]

Uh huh.

Trust, still, right?

[RESULTS]

[crittersheep]

Little White Lily stays their hand, leaving their weapon in their cloak. They bow their head towards the nymph, perfectly willing to trust, to accept their help. "Please. . . I am lost and do not know where to go. Your assistance. . . would be appreciated."

The nymph smiles and reaches out to touch Little White Lily's cheeks, the touch warm and gentle. For a moment, they feel warmth and companionship--

But only for a moment, before the nymph's vines pierce through their heart, encircling their limbs, sucking the blood from their veins.

The last thing they hear as their consciousness fades is the mad cackle of the nymph as they devour their prey. . .

[PUNISHMENTS]

[crittersheep]

[ONE TO TWO MEMBERS OF LILY (team choice on how many/who it is!) will suddenly find themselves wrapped in thorny, painful vines! the thorns of the vines dig into flesh, tearing apart their skin, bleeding them dry. it's almost a blessing when one pierces their heart, snuffing their life from the pasture's existence entirely]

[The Rose Nymph has BETRAYED Little White Lily]

[ROUND THREE]

[crittersheep]

In the shadows between the trees, Little White Lily (who is somehow still alive after the Rose Nymph debacle) sees a pair of bright, glowing, golden eyes. The eyes seem to bare into their soul, sending a shiver and a chill down their spine.

"Who is there!" cries out Little White Lily, their voice shaky with fear. And out of the darkness emerges the tricky Bluebell Fairy of urban legend. Myths surrounding the village say this fairy lures in its prey with a loving gaze and a gentle smile, before sucking away their very soul as a tasty snack!

"Are you lost?" asks the fairy, "I know these woods like the back of my hand. Should we climb the trees, we will be able to find your path from above! Shall I assist you, my friend?"

Little White Lily remembers they have a crossbow tucked away in their cloak, and it seems. . . they have a choice.

Do they TRUST the fairy's offer, or do they BETRAY the fairy and shoot them?

[anyway there's a little wooden Bluebell-colored fairy hanging by a rope from the trees now. for aesthetic]

[DISCUSSION]

[crittersheep]

[DECISION]

[crittersheep]

[RESULTS]

[crittersheep]

Little White Lily bows their head, pulling their hand out of their cloak and staying their weapon. "I confess I do not know these woods well at all," they say with a small voice. "Your assistance. . . would be appreciated."

The fairy hovers in front of Little Yellow Daffodil, before touching their nose with her tiny fingers. A warm sensation courses through the adventurer's body, making them feel as light as a feather.

"Like this, you should be able to climb the trees with ease! Come, let us go!"

The Bluebell Fairy and Little White Lily have decided to TRUST one another. But although they are now allies, their companionship does not protect them from the other horrors of the woods. . .