crittersheep (
crittersheep) wrote2023-09-08 03:11 pm
[THISTLE]
[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 Purple Thistle-- 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 Purple Thistle had received notice that their grandmother was very, very ill. Fearful for their grandmother's well being, Little Purple Thistle 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 Purple Thistle's adventure is only just beginning.
[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 Purple Thistle-- 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 Purple Thistle had received notice that their grandmother was very, very ill. Fearful for their grandmother's well being, Little Purple Thistle 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 Purple Thistle's adventure is only just beginning.

[ROUND ONE]
Legend says the dragon kidnaps young men and women from the nearby villages, spiriting them away into its lair and keeping them as servants until it devours them in a single crunch of flesh and bones.
"The darkness is deep, little one," the dragon booms, "I can illuminate a path through the woods for you. Will you allow me to be your torch?"
Little Purple Thistle remembers they have a sword tucked away in their cloak, and it seems. . . they have a choice.
Do they TRUST the dragon, or do they BETRAY the creature and pierce their heart with their blade?
[also there's a cardboard Lily-colored dragon hanging by a rope from the branches now. rawr!1!]
[DISCUSSION]
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At least this dress makes my ass look great.
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Re: [DISCUSSION]
A lily dragon is probably friend shaped.
[DECISION]
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[RESULTS]
The dragon puffs out a deep laugh, smoke billowing from its nostrils. "As you say, little one! Come. . . let us light up a path between the two of us!"
The lumbering dragon spins around to saunter into the woods, bending trees and brush as it goes. It's fiery breath easily lights up the area, and Little Purple Thistle manages to find their path.
The dragon and Little Purple Thistle have chosen to TRUST each other. But although they are companions, they are not protected by all of the dangers of the forest. . .
[PUNISHMENTS]
LOKI will see a vine whipping out at him from the woods-- and that's all he sees before it buries itself into his eye. Lupin is now short one eyeball. Oops.
ODIN will find that he feels searing heat and pain coursing down his back. It feels like someone has taken fire to his skin, and-- well. It looks like it, too! Odin has some pretty gnarly burns on his back, but although they are painful, they are only second degree, so. Could be worse?
YATA finds that his stomach is. . . suddenly aching. It hurts. It hurts so much. What can he do to stave off the pain? HE can eat. He is so hungry. He is ravenous. And the only way to satiate himself is to eat.
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[ROUND TWO]
"My my. . . it seems someone is out quite late, hmm?"
Little Purple Thistle's gaze flickers up, just to see the dashing Daffodil Sphinx lounging in the trees above! Poised as though ready to pounce, the sphinx's claws are sharp, and their smile gleams like daggers in the light of the moon.
"You should not be here, child. However. . . my stomach rumbles. If you give me a small snack from your basket, I might be inclined to guide you to freedom."
Little Purple Thistle remembers they have a hand ax tucked away in their cloak, and it seems. . . they have a choice.
Do they TRUST the sphinx's offer, or do they BETRAY the sphinx and attempt to cut them down?
[a wooden Daffodil-colored sphinx hangs from the tree branches, swaying slightly in the wind. it's a prop]
[DISCUSSION]
Re: [DISCUSSION]
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C'mon guys, let's get through this quickly and be done with it.
Daffodil won't hurt us. It's safe to go with Trust and brace ourselves for whatever happens next.
[Others can disagree, he's just stating his opinion.]
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[DECISION]
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[RESULTS]
The Sphinx bows its head, before pouncing from the tree and landing delicately next to Little Purple Thistle below. In one large gulp, it swallows the apple whole, licking its chops with smacking and clacking teeth.
"This way, child," says the Sphinx. Their fear abated, Little Purple Thistle follows the creature into the woods.
Both the Sphinx and Little Purple Thistle have decided to TRUST each other! Together, they navigate the dangerous woods. But although they are now allies, that does nots protect them from the other dangers that lurk within. . .
[PUNISHMENTS]
LOKI suddenly feels his throat close up, his breath catching in his chest. When the sensation dissipates, he will find that he cannot tell a lie. TRUTH COMPULSION.
ODIN feels something crack in his left arm. The cracking noise? His bones. An invisible force has crushed his lower left arm bones to pieces, leaving the limb heavily bruised and useless. OW.
YATA finds himself. . . suddenly falling apart? First his arm. Then his leg. Then one of his ears. Slowly, his body is crumbling to bits and pieces. There is no blood, because he is a ghost, but wow. Creepy!! He can put himself together again, but the pieces will continue to fall off every now and then, which probably makes life a little difficult.
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[ROUND THREE]
From the grass emerges the head of a many-horned snake, its tongue darting into the air as it stares at the adventurer with a piercing, yellow gaze that practically glows in the moonlight. It grins, its venomous fangs protruding from its lips. The Clover Basilisk is said to carry the deadliest poison in all of the land, with a single drop being more than enough to kill fifty men. Nobody knows what a powerful bite would do to a single person.
"Hmmm? It ssssssseems someone hasssss wandered onto my territory. Ssssshall I see you out to sssssafety? It is dangeroussssss in these woods."
Little Purple Thistle remembers they have a mace tucked away in their cloak, and it seems. . . they have a choice.
Do they TRUST the basilisk to guide them home, or do they BETRAY the snake and crush their head on the spot?
[a cute cardboard basilik is hanging by a rope from the trees. hiss hiss hiss!!]
[DISCUSSION]
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...we gotta trust again. Zenith might betray, but everyone else on his team wouldn't. They would outvote him.
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[DECISION]
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[RESULTS]
The basilisk rears back, baring its fangs in a defensive gesture. But it is too late. Little Purple Thistle rushes forward, swinging the mace down upon the serpent's head, cracking its skull underneath the weight of the blow.
The basilisk flinches in agony, before going still.
Little Purple Thistle has BETRAYED the Clover Basilisk's TRUST.
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