Deer Country Network

( The Reckoning )

( Birthday )

Hello, everyone— [ Luna has brought news for the second time this month. She looks entirely at ease, as one might when they’ve completed a huge undertaking. Not to mention quite exciting, given the bright, beaming grin on her face.

She holds something in her hands, which she promptly lifts up to show the camera: a blue and gold leather-bound book, engraved with the title: FANTASTIC BEASTS AND HOW TO HELP THEM. ]

I... wrote a book—!

[ The toil of a little over a year. Ever since her own run in with Corruption and descent into Beasthood last April, where she publicly announced both her sincerest of apologies and her determination to do something about what she’d done. This is the result: she wrote a book. ]

It’s a compendium, or directory of sorts, about Beasthood. More specifically about the kinds of Beasts that both Sleepers and natives turn into, detailing their abilities and how best to approach them. [ She’s heavily drawn inspiration from her former mentor and very dear friend Newt Scamander. She likes to believe he’d be very proud of her, Theseus too. ]

It also lists and explains the ways in which Beasts can be brought back to themselves, to be cured of their Beasthood. It isn’t an exhaustive list, nor is the directory itself— I’ve been working on a way around that.

I’ve charmed all the copies of the books with a specific spell. It’s called a Protean Charm. [ Thank you, Hermione Granger. ] I hold the ‘master copy’ of the books, and when I make edits into it — all the copies will be magically updated. So that way, everyone has up-to-date information. So if anyone who’s experienced Beasthood isn’t featured in here, I can add your entry in.

I wanted to do something that means we don’t have to kill Beasts on sight just because they’re Beasts. Sleepers are afforded the ability of resurrection, but natives aren’t. And even if we do have that gift— [ There’s a pause, and she frowns a little. It’s not a very easy thing to explain, really. Difficult to put into words, the true impacts that death has on oneself that go beyond the times where she’d be ill with ‘death flu’, or when she’d forgotten herself and her magic. Not to mention the effect of death on others. ] dying in the Waking World is not an experience to be taken lightly.

I... wanted to make something good out of all the harm I caused last year.

They will be free to everyone, of course. I couldn’t possibly take a payment for them. I know that exactly isn’t a very good strategy in terms of book sales, but I don’t think that’s quite the point... [ ... Well, anyway. ]

They’ll be available from Ritual Gig, or from myself personally. I’m also going to try to… see if I can distribute them amongst the Hunters. [ There’s the tiniest of winces. ] Although I’m not quite sure how that might go.

[ Hunters and Arcane Scholars have a... not-so-straight forward relationship, after all. ]

And if anyone has any questions, I'd be happy to answer them.

[ ooc page for the book is here! ]

[ When the feed turns on, Chizuru is already moving to politely bow. ]

Please excuse me..!

[ Even while making a public post, apparently she just can't help but start off like this.. At least the girl is quick to upright herself once more, properly looking at the screen now. Something about Chizuru definitely seems a little shy or nervous, but the girl speaks all the same, doing her best to keep her voice from shaking with nerves. ]

I.. was wondering something. I've already been asking around a little, and it doesn't seem like everyone is hearing it, but.. are some other people also hearing those odd whispers? I keep hearing them all the time..

[ Chizuru frowns a little. ]

It feels like they're saying something important, but I can't make it out. I'm worried though that-- um, that maybe it could be a warning, or something like that. So if anyone else has been hearing it and has been able to make out what they're saying, or if anyone has tips on how to be able to tell what whispers are saying better.. I would really appreciate hearing about it. [ Another quick bow. ] T-Thank you.

[To begin with Maul and everyone Anakin is related to has been blocked from this post.]

When I was a child I met a man who promised to take me in. Shortly after that he was murdered. By Maul.

He only gets worse from there and he continues not just in my galaxy, but in the dream and then here. And when things start to reach a tipping point he makes some grand announcement about how things will be different now and all is forgiven. Until the next time.

I can't stop anyone from choosing to give him another chance, just like no one can make me forgive him no matter how much he screams that I owe it to him.

But I want to ask what makes someone worthy of a second, third, or however many chances? What makes him or even me any different from someone people are now clambering to kill? One day I'll do even worse and yet we're held to a different standard.

Here's a different perspective. Perhaps he was cruel to Maul in the past, but in the years since then he saw a boy placed in an unfamiliar environment and offered his hand in friendship. Isn't that the change you were looking for in Maul? In the entire time I've known him he's also never had the eyes Maul accused him of. In fact the only people I've seen with those eyes is him and his brother.

Is this really about doing what's right? Or simply revenge for someone you like? Be honest about your motivations because there's a good chance you'll die for them.

[And yes, this is the annoying, whiny, older one.]

[Maul's posts as of late had been a bit more lighthearted as he tried to set up his brother on a date and spoke of a memetastic grumpy batcat. But he'd been waiting for this day to come and so his face was as grim as if he was at a funeral during this post. His followers had been on the alert, watching for the signs, and had come to tell him that what he'd feared most had come to pass: Sidious was back at full strength and starting to possess people again in Trench. He couldn't put it off any longer. He had to warn people of what was coming.]

I come to you with the gravest of news. My former master, Darth Sidious, also known as Emperor Sheev Palpatine to some, has arrived in Trench. Many of you already know what that means, either through viewing my memories or listening to me talk about him. For those who do not, he was the man who raised me and turned me into....this. [The one word encompasses all of Maul, his psychopathic personality, the anger and pain he'd held onto for so long, his life being completely ruined by his master, getting turned from a person into a weapon and now spending the rest of his life trying to heal from that.] If you think I am dangerous, he is ten times as worse. He is pure evil. There is no reasoning with him, no way to appeal to any goodness that might reside within him, for he has none. All he has ever wanted in life is to gain power and he doesn't care how many people he must hurt or kill in order to do that. He's destroyed entire planets and every living thing that resided on them in order to do so. A city full of people is nothing to him if he wants to ascend to ultimate power.

Only his spirit has arrived rather than his physical body, so he is currently traveling from one body to the next as he tries to find a form he can take over for good. I have yet to discover a permanent way to banish him but I am open to suggestions. In the meantime, take whatever precautions you must in order to protect yourself and others. Trust me when I say if death is the only option, we must take it. You cannot afford to give him a chance, for he will brutally kill you if you give him one. Better to kill someone then allow him to remain and tear Trench apart at his whim.

His eyes look like this. [Maul closed his for a moment and channeled all the old anger he felt towards his master. When he reopened them, they had changed from the grey-brown color they had been holding steady as for the past three months and were back to the Sith yellow color they had remained for so many years.] They remain that color no matter who or what he is possessing, so it is a way to track whose form he is in. Please let me know if you spot a person or monster that has those eyes and I will deal with it.

[That euphemism of course meant that he would kill Sidious if he had to. Maul had gone over a year without killing anyone in Trench but he knew he couldn't afford to use kid gloves on his master. He'd need to be brutal and swift. He went to turn off the Omni and then paused, remembering one last thing he wanted to say.]

Oh, and Anakin? --The annoying whiny older one that is, not the annoying weird younger one-- if you try to interfere with this? I will stop you. That's not up for negotiation or debate. I'll kill you if I have to and keep you as a squid in the ocean to keep your idiotic devotion to this man from causing this situation to get worse. That is all.

[Then he does go and turn off the Omni for good this time.]

[OOC: This is the kickoff post for the Palpatine in Trench player plot! Feel free to interact with Maul, threadjack others to talk with them, or just head straight over to the log post to get started. As a reminder, Maul doesn't necessarily need to be involved in exorcising an NPC or character if you just want to do to something among two of you.]

Hi, everybody. A couple of announcements. Uh, first...

[Vyng — an androgynous Sleeper with angular, elven features and wild, wavy gray hair — appears in public for...the first time in awhile, actually. But it’s time to rip the bandage off. He takes a quiet breath.]

Tuck is—

[He swallows. And continues in a quiet tone:]

Tuck's gone out to sea. The two of us were — are — pretty much married, so. If anybody has any loose ends or. Or unfinished business to tie up with him? Let me know. I’ll help however I can.

[There’s a wet sheen to Vyng’s eyes, but his expression is otherwise calm and collected. He and grief are bedfellows these days. He’s accepting it, even if he's privately having trouble settling in with the fact he's a single dad now.]

What's the second thing, you ask? Here, I made a thing—

[He flashes through a series of hand-drawn cards in fancy lettering:
]


> 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐊? ☹️

> 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄? 🤷‍♀️

> 🌈 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐄, 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒?


(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝐈𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄! ♥


> 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 ☀️

> 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 🎩



> 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆? 👀 👀 👀

[Vyng haphazardly tosses the cards over his shoulder and gives a jaunty salute. A silly way to end his message, but...given the circumstances, maybe that’s the point. The feed suddenly ends.]

I think I need help. I realize that things are bad and that's part of the problem.

About a year ago, I was on another world other than my own homeworld in my own galaxy. That place required things of its residents and had ways of making sure such things happened, regardless of our own wishes.

Needless to say, I was often unwilling and often punished for it.

I know it's not what happens here. But that doesn't matter in my mind.

So, I am hoping anyone else with PTSD knows ways of coping? I'd rather address all of this anonymously, so suggesting the Wellness Center won't help.

I appreciate your assistance. And your kindness.

[sansa is once again on her couch with lady and her large direwolf-and-weirwood leaf tapestry. she wears a charcoal linen dress embroidered with ravens and her feathered collar with direwolf caps from madame generosity, her needle necklace tucked in the elaborate chatelaine hanging from her wide leather belt. lady wears a matching collar and stretches into sansa's lap, huffing reassuringly.]

Hallo, this is Sansa Stark. Many of you know by now Sasuke and Sakura have returned to the sea in the hopes of having children.

[they were very certain they were going back to their world, sansa thinks it's equally likely they'll end up hatching baby cephalopods.]

I promised them the Sanctuary will keep the Wellness Center in Darcmouth open. If anyone else should like to work there, we would be grateful for their assistance. I also intend to provide space for Night Walkers to provide different modes of therapy, such as talking and making art, that anyone of any age might find helpful.

[it's been largely down to word of mouth for local parents and young sleepers to find age-appropriate therapy, and sansa intends to provide a permanent location for night walkers to provide these services.]

We should have the Wellness Center back open within the fortnight. Of course it is difficult to do anything at all in Darcmouth with the lanterns as they are. I imagine it is Riteoir's influence preventing the patrons from repairing them, but if it persists I should be glad to speak to The Tower myself.

[she smiles faintly and sadly.]

Sasuke also wanted everyone to know that his dojo remains open to any that might like to use it.

private to Sanctuary and Painted Turtle Clinic staff

I thought it might be nice if we met to discuss our plans for the Wellness Center in its hot pools. If anyone doesn't have your waterproof robes from the Wakers, I should be glad to find you new ones.

private to Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen

Greetings, Lords Guangyao and Xichen, it is my honor to offer you the use of Sasuke's dojo for lessons in the cultivation and use of qi. I know that not everyone may achieve mastery by your methods, but there may be techniques that can aid them in learning to use their own magic more effectively. I hope that you and Li meimei are well, and I look forward to discussing this matter at your convenience.

[ He's sitting on a rooftop, hand-rolling a cigarette from a kit in his lap that is out of frame. He glances off into the distance briefly, then speaks, ]

I have been hearing tales of Argonaut this season. It interests me which of the Pthumerian Patrons mirror the figures from my own world.

[ The cigarette is wetted closed and then set at his mouth. ]

We call her the Crying Spider [[cw: there is creepy spider art]]. A tiny, fragile thing that holds the whole of the realm together with her hope and her wonder.

[ He lights the cigarette and gestures with it, trailing smoke. ]

But it's a heavy burden learning her arts. The more you know hope, the better you know true despair, hm? It can be quite a precarious task.

[ He looks more closely at the camera, smiling unpleasantly. ]

I have a feeling many of you would not care for my former world any more than this one.


[[ ooc; about | plotting comment ]]

[ The camera feed opens to reveal… an eye, mostly. Huge and watery and blue, sunken bruised skin around it. The look of someone very ill, or very tired. Half-hidden by scraggly blonde hair. Whoever this is, they’re holding the Omni very close to their face. ]

Voices, faces. Echoes held in stone. It speaks—! [ Someone has… just discovered the network. There’s something bright in his voice, but it grows dim. ] So… small but the hurts are so big. I hear them but they don’t hear me, I don’t know how to help. It doesn’t make sense.

[ Frustration. Grating. Sets his teeth on edge. It’s not supposed to be like that, he’s supposed to help. And there is further to his upset: ]

Blood. Stifling, suffocating and not safe. He remembers Adamant, slain brothers for the sake of serving. Then… torn and twisted, until the sound of what they’re not supposed to be is all they hear. Bound to their will, and His. They can’t change me, they can’t. I must be me—!

I can taste it. There’s others, different kinds. None of the songs are the same but they’re better. But there’s too much blood, it takes over. Drowns out the other songs.

[ There’s a long pause. The Omni is moved away, revealing a little more of his face: a young man, perhaps no older than twenty. A thin, long face; bleary eyes and a somber expression. He’s not looking at the camera. ]

I don’t like it here.

ooc: please consider using this page re: cole's abilities and what comes with interacting with him.

[Lexi's in the bookstore, her batcats frolicking at the ends of their leashes and Mewdemic on her lap.

Lexi and Mewdemic may be wearing matching crocheted hats.

and she looks eager]

Okay, everybody! I've been talking about doing this for ages, so I figure that this might be a good time to go ahead and do it!

That's right, I'm talking Bad Movie Night! The only problem is that there are so many bad movies that I didn't want to make it only my decision about which bad movie reigns supreme. So that's where everyone else comes in.

What's the worst movie you've ever seen in your entire life? Preferably PG-13, I want this to be a Trench-wide event and I know we've got kids. Also, that disqualifies The Room, a truly shitty movie, but no one needs to have Tommy Wiseau's...anything inflicted upon them.

So, go go go! Let's hear about these shitty movies and why you think it deserves center stage on Bad Movie Night!

((OOC: Bad Movie Night log will go up on the 14th))

sasuke and sakura

they are back in the sea


I’m sorry

[And that’s it. Sorry Trench, if you were expecting more information, he doesn’t have it to give. Partly because what do you even say to something like this? And partly because this is Melius we’re talking about and the guy barely does social interaction - let alone dealing with heavy news.]

[… time to wallow in a pile of succulents and misery!]

[The first month Ezra arrived in Trench, Madam Generosity gifted him with a crisp white and bronze Jedi style outfit. He’s never felt like there’s been the right occasion for it.

Until today.

His Omni is set down for a wide view, the Sanctuary grounds in the background, and Anakin Solo, in his own robes, at his side.]

Some of you may have heard me talk about, or seen a memory of my master, my first teacher, as a Jedi, Kanan Jarrus. Or even met him, because he was here, briefly.

[Ezra flashes a smile, bittersweet.]

Before he left these shores, we did an impromptu ceremony here at the guardian tree of the Sanctuary. A knighting. [His smile turns sheepish; he’s not here entirely to toot his own horn, honest.]

Back in the galaxy I’m from, Jedi Knights have taken a lot of different variations of oaths, over thousands of years of history. I’ve been thinking for a while about how to express my commitment to being a Jedi of Trench– believing that, for a lot of reasons, something closer to traditional wasn’t in the cards. So, with Knight Solo’s help, I wrote an oath that I think fits...here.

And accountability is important, at least to me, so- [He takes a deep breath, and raises his right hand, palm out.]

Here goes:

I, Ezra Bridger, Jedi Knight, vow to use all my skill and abilities to serve others rather than ruling over them.
To not seek personal power, but knowledge and enlightenment,
To act not out of aggression, but to defend and to protect,
To preserve what grows and lives well in its own way,
To support betterment and ease pain,
To guard justice and peace,
To put ever aside fear for courage, hatred for compassion,
And when it is fitting to do so, death for life
— looking always towards the Force, in which all are one,
Until my final death, or I return to the sea.

[Anakin nods, very solemn for a 17-year-old.]

Oath witnessed and acknowledged, Knight Bridger.

[Then Ezra and Anakin beam at each other with excitement, like the very young men they are, and Anakin claps a hand on Ezra’s shoulder. ]

And now the part I’m sure more of you will care about-

[Anakin rolls his eyes and talks over Ezra.]

We’re having a celebration tonight- [Ezra mouths ‘party’.] at the Sanctuary. Contact me or Sansa if you want to be more involved than showing up.

[Ezra has to get the last word before signing off.]

Everyone’s welcome!

(OOC: Ezra in blue, Anakin in green, obv. Link to party log here)

Is the date correct
Because i think i just lost like half a month
In something
What did i miss

[Echo is clearly in an area with a lot of plants, but with the situation all month it's hard to tell where exactly that might be. The Omni is far enough away that her Omen must be operating it.]

A question.

[She may as well make that her username at this point and save everyone some time...]

Is managing vegetation a feasible job in this place throughout the year? Admittedly I have not paid much attention to the plants in my time here.

[As she speaks, a giant Venus flytrap lurches at her from the side as the surrounding overgrowth suddenly shifts. Seemingly without even moving her head, Echo swipes her arm upwards and slices right through the middle of the plant with the short sword protruding from her large sleeves. Its leaves drop where they were.]

I have become rather adept at shearing plants in these past few weeks. I've also been attempting to determine how one obtains a suitable job without it being assigned to you as part of your purpose. This seems like a possible solution.

[She's probably completely wrong about this being a useful job here, but please feel free to help her. She needs as much as she can get...]

[ The video comes on and shows a boy of thirteen, dressed formally in a dark button-up shirt, sitting neatly in the centre of the screen behind a desk, like the leader of a country making an announcement. If you know Mob, you might almost mistake Ritsu as his twin, though his hair is a little messier, his skin a little more kissed by the sun, and his face much more visibly emotive. ]

Hello everyone. My name is Kageyama Ritsu, some of you may already know me, but if not, it's a pleasure.

I just wanted to reach out to anyone affected by the recent disaster in Crenshaw. If you or your property was damaged in some way, I would like to formally apologize. The person... the person who did those things was fully unconscious and not in control. It was not a result of corruption and it's unlikely to happen again.

[ A slow inward breath, refusing to waver even though he can't really guarantee the truth of that statement. His eyes are determined, a maturity beyond his years clear in his face. ]

If anyone has grievances, it's better for me to hear them. If you know anyone thinking about seeking revenge please tell them they would be harming an innocent person. It would be my pleasure to visit each and every one of you to apologise and offer payment for any damages. Um, though I don't have any money...

[ It just seemed like the right thing to say. Maybe he could do odd jobs after school? Realizing he is losing momentum he hurriedly wraps this little press statement up. ]

Ah... Thank you for your time and understanding, everyone! Ritsu out.

[The feed opens up to an unnaturally beautiful garden. For those familiar with Ange Ushiromiyra or Beatrice's magic they'll certainly recognize the golden butterflies fluttering about the and resting upon the golden roses. While this area looks nothing like Trench, one of the carnivorous plants can be seen going to snap at one of the butterflies.

Only for Ruby Rose to pop up on the screen and slices the plant in two with a scythe made of scythe made of pure energy that she had not been seen with before. In fact she seemed incredibly energetic for someone who should be dealing with the draining effect on cold bloods this month. She's also dressed surprisingly formal for her usually very goth tendencies. She quickly dusts herself off and looks to whatever is projecting the Feed.]

Sorry about that. Just dealing with a few nasty pests that stumbled in here.

Speaking of which~!

I thought it would be fun to give everyone a little tour of The Golden Land my beautiful wife, The Golden Witch Ange Ushiromiya has created.

[The feed turns shows off the beautiful Garden, along with a gazebo with a table set for a tea party beneath it, a massive hedge maze that contains various doors that poke out from the overgrowth unnaturally. As they pass by a couple of the doors one might hear a few bangs or something that might sound like finger nails raking on the doors. Ruby seems to ignore it until she notices one slowly start to open and she'll step in to slam it shut and lock it with a key before turning back to the camera.]

Oh, just ignore that! Some people get a little rambunctious waiting for dinner, you know?

[Speaking of dinner, the next door in the hedge maze is open, and it leads to an extravagant kitchen. Inside that kitchen, one Xerxes Break is not making dinner. He is sitting cross-legged on the table, forming bits of crust into an intricate top for a terribly pretty pie. He has already made cookies and some wads of frosting shaped like roses that probably have cupcakes underneath, and is having a grand time. He glances up as Ruby steals a cookie.]

There you are. When you've finished whatever you're up to, come see me, would you? I was thinking we ought to come up with a present to make for Miss Ange. [As he speaks, he picks up a fork and casually hurls it off to the side somewhere. There's a thunk, and the angry gurgling of another carnivorous plant that tried to follow Ruby in.] Since she's made us such a lovely new home, we ought to make something really great for her too, don't you think?

[Quite frankly sitting on tables and throwing cutlery is just normal Break behavior. But those who recognize him may notice that the one red eye he keeps visible has a distinct glow about it, and his ever present omen — who is on the floor nearby, happily chewing up a pumpkin someone has conjured for him — has all of his too many teeth out in a manic doggy grin he cannot quite seem to put away.]

[Ruby bounces on the balls of her feet in excitement.]

That's a great idea! I'll wrap this up quick!

[And quickly begins to float out of the kitchen and into a grand lobby that seems to be just as over grown as everything else. There is a Portrait of her and Ange that eventually stops by and presents with open arms.]

Any who wish to visit this wonderful world created by our Golden Witch, Ange Ushiromiya are welcome to.

But please try not to cause any problems. I'll only politely ask you to leave once.

[And the feed closes with a smile that seems almost a little too sweet as she again grips that large scythe.]

[OOC Purple is Break.

TLDR Ange has made an interdimensional hidey hole centralized There will be a log coming up in the next few days to explore the area and have some fun!]

[ Luna is... looking a little overwhelmed, although it might be hard to determine considering she's usually so wide-eyed all the time. But it does look like there's honestly too much going on all at once. The poor girl is a bit over-stimulated with the latest round of blood effects. Her senses are in overdrive, and just... so terribly confused right now. ]

How do I make a room that's silent—? Like from the outside? So I don't hear what's going on outside? Or perhaps someone has some very powerful ear-plugs? That might be a bit more convenient for going about outside, really...

[ She trails off for a long moment before she grimaces a little and then continues: ]

Something is... not quite right. Sometimes it's fine and then everything just goes... weird. Things... taste. And feel. When I shouldn't be able to taste or feel them in the first place. I just keep getting all these tastes in my mouth and they won't stop. [ Eating has been a nightmare the last few days. ]

It's... like I know what people taste like. And feel like.

[ Because that doesn't sound absolutely horrifying in the slightest. ]

This... is a blood thing, isn't it? I'm a Paleblood, if that helps. It must be a blood thing. Is... anyone else having this issue?

ooc: pls feel free to drop hints as to what character voices may taste like or physically feel like in ur tags. or I could just make something up for them.

ps the plants are not edible

do not eat

or cook

it is bad

and it is worse for men and elves because it is bad for me

[tl;dr: Melius tried to taste test the weird plants. It did not go well.]

[ the feed turns on to show you a small child in white robes, looking like he got out of bed with tousled hair and sharp blue eyes. he seems to be looking around warily, his jaw tight. ]

So this is a kidnapping right? By one of those slavers?

[ he lets out a quiet breath like he was taught. gehren. he hoped she was safe. ]

Fine, whatever. Where is the closest space port?