Deer Country Network

I suppose it is an understatement to say that it is quite an uprooting to be be reborn in another world; there are certainly marked differences between this world and my own.

But there are also striking similarities.

It certainly leaves one with a considerable amount of questions so I shall not dally;

In my wanderings I have stumbled across flora both familiar and quite alien - I would suspect some of it is native to this world? Back in my own I am an apothecary of sorts; I would be most appreciative if any other herbalists better acquainted with the plant life of this world would recommend texts on the matter.

I would be more inclined to simply experiment on my own, but there is the confounding matter of blood pollution. I am uncertain how it manifests in local vegetation, how to recognize it, and how to neutralize its effects when crafting medicine - if the latter is even possible. So again, I will ask for any recommended reading on the matter.

Furthermore, I come with an offer.

I am an apothecary, yes, but I am also a craftsman of incense - something it seems is of vital import in surviving the many oddities of Trench. Materials provided, I will happily offer my services in either role in exchange for food or shelter.

CW: inebriation, high/drunk feelings from the vileblood afflictions for the month. Levi might answer in a similar state of inebriation or he might answer several hours later, sobered up; I'll specify!

I cnt' find the bleahc i bought ysterday.,
wHAt kind of fuckgin nightmare

Good morning, everyone. [ said a polite but hesitant young man's voice offscreen. ] I might have a problem. Does anyone know how to sew?

[ The Omni hovered over a freshly laundered dark green jumpsuit. There were rips in the side where something with long nails or claws had scratched through. ]

I know it's bad, but this means a lot to me. I would really appreciate it if someone could help me out in time for the festival. Thank you very much.

[The boy making this video looks both sleep-deprived and grim. There's an enormous black horse -- his Omen, presumably -- looming large in the background, but Will has more important topics. In times such as October, it's best to be succinct:] Sooooooo, not everyone can see those...weird zombie things. Can they.

[Will sighs, heavily. Behind him, the horse lowers it's head minutely and makes a noise like a faulty garbage disposal mixed with the cries of the damned.

Will barely blinks, responding like that had been a coherent comment:] Yeah, no, I don't know, that's why I'm asking, you can't just eat everything that bothers me...