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Morning Light: Thread 1: In Media Res The Foreword!jSaxman3BgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550358[View All]

#ask/invite #canon: lost light universe #era: six hours before high noon #no but for real it's a fantasy au #era: morning light

It is a time of legends.

The world has never known more peril than it does in these halcyon days, nor has the sun above it ever shone brighter for the brave and noble souls that stand against the forces that want the mortal world for themselves.

Twenty years have passed since the greatest of Man's princes turned traitor and took up the mantle of the Lich King, sitting in his citadel of ice and bone in the far north of the world, plotting the downfall of all things good and pure in existence, and yet all his necrotic might and icy hatred has been for naught against the heroism of the cities that were once his and the arms and armies of other cities still that never trusted him, even in the days where he yet possessed a soul of his own.

It has been ten years since the disaster at Kaprika, an entire civilization vanishing overnight, sucked screaming into the realm of Chaos and leaving behind a frigid hellscape of capering demons and embittered, haggard survivors, a place where the veil between material and immaterial is treacherously thin and the unknowable things that wish to gnaw on the bones of the myriad mortal races and spit the gristle out claw feverishly at the bars of their cages, shrieking and gibbering where none can hear, but for every demon that bursts through reality like a swollen, diseased pustule, there are twenty silver-armored figures of the Seventh Legion to stamp it out, purple bolts of witchfire splashing off their armor like greasy smoke and tortured, inhuman shrieks falling on deaf ears as these few elite among Stormwind's countless defenders condemn the beast to another eternity of seeking an entrance into the materium.

It has been five years since the formation of the Orders, fraternal organizations that seek to look beyond border disputes and age-old blood feuds to protect their various homes and ensure all are ready for the next inevitable crisis, for there are always more crises, more than could ever be put into words; those named are but a few among innumerable, just as the glories and honors of these days. The orcish warriors of Orgrimmar raise a shout of joy and pride to rival any cheer of Stormwind's human sons at news of slain titanic beasts or repelled demonic incursions; the archmagi and nether-scholae of the College work tirelessly to bring new arcane wonders into the world just as eagerly as the dwarvish blacksmiths and runesmiths of Ironforge show off their newest inventions to the merchant-lords of Reeve. Every war sees new wonders created and discovered in tandem, every spat between Horde and Alliance is in spite of how well their soldiers have overcome the Fallen Son's latest plans. It is a world of contradictions and sureties, myths and mysteries.

Rejoice in what it means to know honor and glory, for these are words that mean a million things to a million beings but have never been more universally understood. Marvel at the wonders of the age, for to live here is to witness an epoch of discovery and remembrance, to see gods and science existing side by side.

It is a world where adventure can be found wherever it is sought, and where the battle must never be forsaken, no matter how dire.

It is merely a matter of time.
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>Getting no response from the fungus child aside from it pointing in the direction of the forest, the blue haired cleric looked between it and the forest beyond.


>Perhaps it was leading her in that direction for a reason? Was there someone who needed her assistance deeper in the brush or-- OH! Perhaps it was leading her to it's kin! Perhaps she might be able convert then! Should that be the case, then this was already turning out better then the last three villages she happened upon!

You wish me to head in that direction? Very well! Come along my pretties, a cleric's work is never done!

>Heeding her call, the half dozen slimes that had been with her follower her into the woods in a singular line.

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>Aurisa was adapting to civilization remarkably well, all things considered. she stopped chewing on the furniture around the casino, she could be bathed with a minimum of bloodshed; heck, she’d even learned how to use a bathroom!

>but there were a few things that had still yet to properly click in her head. wearing actual clothing, talking correctly, and most relevant right now, personal space.
>so to her, there was really nothing wrong with bluntly shoving her way through anyone who happened to stand in her path as she lazily wandered toward their destination.
>having spent her however-many years of life (not that even Aurisa had any idea how many – age just wasn’t something her people ever bothered to keep track of) tracking game and navigating through dark and cramped forests until it became second nature, finding her way around a series of orderly square “streets” was almost mind-numbingly easy. she was pretty sure that she could’ve lead the way to the brewery with her eyes closed, asleep, with her ears stitched shut and only navigating by the smell of alcohol in the air.
>so, that left her mind to wander and take in the sights and sounds around her. and by god was there a lot to take in.
>even in the short time she’d spent outside the forest, and the even shorter time she’d spent on Arcadia (again, not that even Aurisa would be able to give an accurate measure. she really needed to learn how this whole ‘time’ thing worked one of these days), she’d already encountered so many new sights and sounds and people and smells and tastes that she could have scarcely ever imagined back in her homeland. sure, not all of them were pleasant, but they were new! and that left Aurisa in a perpetual state of childlike wonder.

Not-elf world truly wonderful, yes Ram?

>Aurisa had never been particularly popular with her people, whether her subjects or her own family. she had been considered a rebel at best and an outright menace to the very fabric of nature at worst, always asking uncomfortable questions like “what’s past the edge of the forest”, or “why does this prey look like us but different”, questions that threatened to bring the wrath of the gods down on their entire forest for her arrogance and hubris.

>but now that she had seen what was truly out there, Aurisa could never imagine going back to what she previously knew. one day she would come home and share all the new and incredible things she’d seen, bringing her people into a new golden age of prosperity and enlightenment with all these radical new ideas from the outside world.
>her favorite was how the not-elves had this whole system where you could trade shiny cold rocks for the things you wanted, instead of just taking them by force and leaving anyone too weak from age, sickness, pregnancy, or the like to die. so progressive, so egalitarian! Aurisa could barely even imagine how many problems such a thing could solve back home!
>as these daydreams started to fill her head, a question struck her; a burning curiosity that, for some reason, she had yet to address.

>for all the things she had been so curious about, all the questions she had been asking lately, she had never thought to direct any of that at her new friend.

...Ram. What sky world like?

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>Aurisa took in the world around her with wonder. Maybe that was a princess thing, to find enchantment wherever they looked. Ram was decidedly less wowed, though it was not for lack of curiosity. Certainly, it seemed very different to home. The tokens they had were freely traded instead of a full cash in system, and the people they paid tribute to didn't seem to be any kind of God King.

>Ramiel took it in with quiet certainty. His was not to reason why. Papa told him that when he'd first asked about his work on the farm as a young boy and he wasn't going to start thinking about things now. The world below the sky was decidedly similar to the world above it, though there were enough differences to be noticeable.


>The slow methodical voice of someone who had to carefully think through each word they said. Not out of a desire to not cause offence, but the kind of slow earthy logic that had no room for false compliments, masks or misdirection. And new it was. Compared to the farmstead he'd lived on, the family and folks that he'd seen day by day, the hustle and bustle of Arcadia, the smell of alcohol, food and plenty more that he couldn't quite place, new was the most accurate way to describe the place he found himself in.

>But Ram's musings on Arcadia halted, interrupted by Aurisa's question about 'sky world.' Home. Honestly, Ram hadn't really much thought about it while he was home, just focusing on other things. He followed quietly along after Aurisa, though a quiet 'hmmm' rumbled out of his throat as he thought of an answer.

...Drier. I never saw as much water as is here. And there were more animals too. It isn't much different from here. We have wings, and you don't.

>There was a long pause as Ram continued to step along, comparing Surtaras with Arcadia in his mind. One of the bigger things that stuck out to him was an odd thing to mention and something he never really told anybody. Ram had remarkably sharp eyes, and whenever he went into town with the cart for market, it always caught his attention in a way that he didn't really feel here...

...People are less relaxed up there, than they are here. Don't know what it is. Maybe it's something in the food here?

>Whenever he looked in the eyes of the traders as he plied the fruits, meats and veg, or when the tithe was offered to the God King, the envoys of the ruler, and the market sellers looked the same. He couldn't really describe it properly, it was like all the light had turned off for them and had been turned off for some time. He'd never mentioned it. To his parents or anyone else.

>It wasn't the same here. Whether that was a good or a bad thing was anybody's guess, but all Ramiel knew was that it was.

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>the path wasn't wasn't paved like most dirt roads. Didn't look like people traveled here very often. Although from the trampled brush and a few snapped branches, the tiny mushroom creature's path was visible.
>its strength was plain to see as well, as it pushed a sizable log out of its way as it traveled, despite being just a bit bigger than a human toddler.
>just how far was it taking her?

>Then soon, the mushroom, cleric, and the legion of slimes would come to a new person.

>a man kneeling beside a tree.
>clad in mostly rags, including a hood, his species was hard to tell, but he appeared to be humanoid; although the large hunchback he possessed indicated he wasn't quite human.
>upon his back, several green, slightly phosphorescent mushrooms were growing.

>he didn't notice the pose yet, too busy carving a few freshly killed rabbits. Must be a hunter.

>Lastly, thankfully, from his humming, he was actually capable of speech unlike his fungal companion.

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>the cleric was no strange to moving through the forest and managed to come upon the man without tripping over a root or something else unfortunate as that. Though she had been ready to preach to him as swiftly as the mushroom child, the delicate work of properly cleaning a fresh kill promoted her first make her presence known.
>It was not wise to surprise someone who had a sharp object in their hand after all.

Greetings hunter!

>She didn't really pay any mind to the mushrooms growing in this back. It was not her place to judge the vessel a soul resides in. So long as he didn't try to stab her or eat her, or call her a heretic, they'd get along just fine.

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>it wasn't often he heard someone talk to him, when most of his friends didn't speak. The hunchback jumped in surprise, holding his knife and freshly carved rabbit pelts in his hands. Turning around, a mask covered his face.


>standing up with an odd creaking noise, the hunchback was surprisingly tall.

Not often I see outsiders. Are you friendly?

>he asked, cleaning his knife with a rag.

>the mushroom child stood in front of him, near his rather thin legs,so thin that they didn't look like they'd be able to support his large torso.
>he spoke with a slight slur, as if he had trouble talking.

This forest isn't for unfriendly people...

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>Aurisa kept her eyes firmly locked on Ramiel as he spoke, seemingly forgetting all about the outside world even as she kept bluntly shoving her way through an increasingly annoyed procession of people.

>at his mention of the water, she perked up considerably, always ready to flex her imagined intellectual superiority.

No, no! Rest of world dry, many animals! Aurisa elf-home most animals of all! Asked girls, this “oh-shun”. Like lake, but very big. Dry again soon, promise Ram.

>her mood dropped slightly as he elaborated on the differences in people. Aurisa sighed theatrically and rolled her eyes.

Yes, elf-home same too. Always only hunting and killing and god-prayer and blah blah blah.
>she clapped one hand open and shut in that little talky-mouth gesture; one of the many rude things one could do with their hands that the girls of The Medusa had taught her so far, and one of Aurisa’s new personal favorites.
No smiles, no change, always angry, always busy. Boring.
>not that Aurisa didn’t like hunting and fighting as much as the next wood elf, but there had to be more to life than that. variety was the spice of life and all, and if there’s one thing this world had in store for her, it was variety.
>again she took a moment to take in the surroundings, picking her smile back up a bit.

But this~! So much different, new things! Always change every day! Maybe that why not-elf-not-birds relax? So much to do, so much to see, so much color and sound and taste and smell and-
>as if right on cue, Aurisa’s expression suddenly fell, her face scrunching up and her tongue hanging between her teeth in disgust. it would’ve looked almost adorable, if it were on anyone else.
>as she had been talking, the pair had arrived at their destination, the brewery just a short ways away and in plain sight. this meant that Aurisa’s sensitive nose, finely tuned for tracking the most elusive prey, had just been violently obliterated by the disgustingly acrid smell of alcohol.

...Some not good.

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>When asked if she was friendly, her response was immediate.

No man need fear me so long as they are not worshippers of Chaos, demons, ravenous undead, wrathful spirits, abusers of children, or over zealous debt collectors!

>Unwarranted hatred of slimes was also on that list but Noel had a feeling this this mystery man had no qualms with her gooie companions so long as they behaved themselves.

I am but a humble travelling missionary, a priestess of the Goddess Erubetie, looking to spread the good word of her glory to all who'd listen!

>Of course, he wasn't going to get away from her pitch either

I understand you are in the middle of you hunt my good sir, but would you like hear the story of my Lord and Savior? She welcomes all into her soft semi solid bosom as her own children!

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>the mushroom covered hunchback scratched his head.

>well, he didn't know anyone who was any of those listed and he wasn't one of them, that's for sure.
>placing the rabbit pelts into the bag at his waist, he hummed.

I'm back a humble hunter, fully committed to the Fungal Mother of the Grove. I have little desire to be embraced by another.

>That would explain the mushrooms growing on his back or the mushroom child.

>rubbing his chin, he nodded.

...But I believe others of my kin will be more open to it. At the Grove, we are open to any knowledge presented to us. We share a mind, but not a soul.

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>Ramiel didn't visibly alter, but the air around him seemed to grow more relaxed at Aurisa's explanation that the water was not everywhere. He had not seen this much water in...ever and as pretty as it was, he wanted to feel something solid and earthy underneath his boots as soon as possible. 'Oh-shun' was a weird name too.

>Aurisa kept going though, with her own woes about her home. The 'god-prayer' part seemed about the same to his life, though the only thing he hunted typically ended up being rats. No smiles, no change...That seemed very similar. Ram quietly shifted as he walked behind his diminutive new friend as she continued. This new world was certainly very different, a stark contrast to all he'd known and experienced, but...as much he vaguely missed the comfort of his home, the atmosphere felt so much better with all these un-winged people simply...living, without the same level of fear and apprehension.

>Speaking of living, it was time for them to make one, as Aurisa's tell-tale scrunched up face made tell of the arrival at the ship's brewery. True to form, there were other people milling about outside, some muscle there to transport the latest bit of swill to the unlucky customers of the bars, taverns and dens of ill repute. As the pair of them wandered up to the small opening before the back room, the man leaning against one of the beams out front seemed to recognise them, and offered a lazy salute

"Howdy there, you guys here for Jackson's lot, right? I've gotta grab your stuff, hang tight for a bit."

>And with that, he ducked behind a curtain, and the sounds of footfalls became more and more distant. In the mean time, Ram and Aurisa were standing on the outside, while the other lifters of the other establishments stared. Of course, they stood out, both in dress and in looks compared to some of the more classically dressed pirate ruffians. There were murmurs and whispers echoing out, corroborating rumours about Romero's new hires that were a little green compared to the others, and if they were green, then how could that benefit his competitors...?

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>Aurisa didn’t bother to respond, too irritable over the godawful smell violating her senses to bother making conversation.

>she just dropped to the floor where she stood and sat down on the ground to bide her time while they waited.
>she could tell people were looking at them. she didn’t need to look up, she could feel their movement and hear their whispers. she didn’t like it. sure, she loved being given attention for her greatness, but this felt different. wrong, in ways she didn’t know the words to articulate.
>she glanced up from the floor to shoot a glare aimlessly into the crowd and underlined it with a low, animalistic growl and a quick flash of teeth. unsurprisingly, the unlucky gentleman who her eyes happened to fall on quickly broke eye contact and hurried off on his way.

>feeling just a little more secure, Aurisa turned her attention back to the ground in front of her. she drew her knife from underneath the furs she wore; it looked more like a delicate art piece, a long and thin thing made of fine wood and covered end to end in elaborate, delicate engravings, but still every bit as sharp and sturdy as any metal.

>so naturally, she just sat there and lazily traced the lines in the grain of the wooden floorboards with the point.
>she didn’t like waiting. Aurisa was drawn to novelty, and that naturally meant that she got bored fast.
>they’d barely been waiting a few minutes, but with nothing to occupy her attention besides the awful smell all around her, onesided conversation with Ramiel, and the knife in her hands, she was short on options to keep her attention.

...Eugh. Disgusting. Why not-elves like this? Smells like dead. Tastes like dead.

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>Ram was less alert by comparison. He'd had years of practice at completely ignoring the stares of anybody attempting to grab his attention in any way, shape or form when he'd been taking the produce to market. So the rabble of surly muscle and their glares washed against a cold wall of nothing. The only response he gave was stretching out a little, the scraggly wing on his back spreading to its meagre full size before nestling back into him.

>This meant that he'd also quite handily ignored Aurisa growling at one of the people in the crowd before she started tracing in the grain of the wood. Instead, Ram swung back and forth absently on the balls of his feet. He was good at waiting, and needed precious little to occupy himself, unlike his elven friend.

They look like they're having fun at the Medusa. Maybe it's for the fun rather than the taste.

>Ram didn't really get the process. They had some drinks, then they seemed to get happier and/or sadder. Jackson said that was the point, but what if they didn't want any drink? Work was confusing sometimes.

>Fortunately for Ram's thoughts, and the floorboards, there was the scratching sound of wood on wood as the proprieter slid out two large barrels of the drink, wiping his brow before he leaned against the door frame.

"Awright, that's yer lot. You're lucky that I was just about finished with this last night.

>And this was greeted with jeering and booing from the crowd that had gathered around.

"Aw come on! We've been waitin' here for 'ours for you to bring us that pisswater you call beer and you just roll out the barrels for these pricks?"

>Called out one particularly brave caller, which drew an eyeroll from the proprieter as he turned to face the angry mob.

"Blow it out your ass, they're ordering the cheap shit, it's easier to make, you pay for quality, you pay for longer wait times."

>Ramiel, for his part walked over to one of the barrels to start hoisting it over his shoulder, only to be greeted with a large, muscled hand slamming on top of the keg. He looked up, into the quietly confident face of a man far larger and far more built than he. The sides of his lips quirked into a smile, as he and the two other men he was with started to move in on the barrels.

"Well, it's an awful shame that you'll just have to keep waiting your turn, I'm sure the Medusa can last the wait for a little longer, but our need is greater than yours, you under-"

That's ours. You should wait for yours.

>Ramiel cut him off mid sentence with the blunt force trauma of a hammer on a bungee cord. It hadn't the faintest idea where it was going or what would happen, all it could do was smash. The oily henchman's confident smile faltered for just a few seconds, before returning to his face in full.

"I see you haven't quite grasped the nature of where you work, greenhorn."

>A large gargantuan hand found its way into the middle of Ram's chest, knocking the young bird boy onto the floor unceremoniously with a grunt of surprise escaping his voice. The other grunts chuckled as the ringleader stood in front of their rightful conquest of shitty beer.

"The strong take, and the weak deal with it. And when you get back to Romero, you can tell him Mr Thanton's not finished with him yet.

>And so they started about hoisting up the kegs over their bountifully muscled shoulders while Ramiel pulled himself back to his feet and the crowd remained hushed. His placid expression having morphed into a frown, Ram stared at them as they lifted and chuckled to themselves.

>He didn't like leaving a job unfinished.

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>While it was a shame that he wouldn't accept an obviously superior goddess, who worships fungus anyway?, the opportunity to find others who might more then made up for it.

The Grove... I see. If it is not too much trouble kind hunter, mayhap you could guide me to this place?

>She'd been able to follow a trail so far, but she didn't want to test her luck be wandering into an unfamiliar forest. Never make that mistake twice if you live through it.

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>the hunchback nodded, as the small mushroom child got up on his back. For the man's scrawny appearance, he was quite strong.
>flicking his head behind him, he nodded.

All are welcomed in the Grove. As long as you mind your manners in the presence of Lady Amanita.

>he said, heading down the back.

>as the path went further, there started to be less trees, and more mushrooms of large sizes. All kinds of colors and shapes.
>further down the road, chatter could be heard.

The Grove is a place where all those who are unwelcomed beings are welcomed. The rejects and the outcasts are sheltered here. Doesn't matter your religion or views.

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No. I failed long before.

>He speaks softly, just loud enough to be heard over distant wind and shifting ash. His face is downcast, the light playing tricks with it. From the sort of angle Vulkan looked on him from, his face seemed... divided, shadows covering only half of his face.

He had his chance. He had so many chances, and yet I failed to act.

...Yes. This is why I stay. This is why I build. How do you not understand yet?

>He stares down at his armored hand, flexing the fingers slowly but surely, metal creaking quietly from lack of maintenance.

Konrad Curze was my fault. Perturabo... He...

The fault was mine. So much of it was mine, in so many ways.

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>"All those who are unwelcomed beings are welcomed. The rejects and the outcasts are sheltered here."

Ah, yes... mind my manners, of course.

>Noel has struck missionary *gold*. A with such a large number of people that were lost and outcast, surely a great number of them would come to revere her wonderful goddess!

>The cleric was almost too busy rehearsing a sermon in her head to notice the change in scenery. Almost.
<"Huh, I haven't had mushrooms for a meal in ages..."

This Lady Amanita, what is she like? What sort of history does she have?

>Better to gauge their temperament now before she goes wild. Being chased out of a city was something she didn't want to experience again.

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No one knows her origins or where she came from. Some believe she fell from the skies as a single spore, that grew into the Grove she is rooted to.

>the hunchback picked a single mushroom off a nearby tree, studying it in his hand.

All fungus here is linked to the Grove. It is her gift... If you wish to learn more of her, speak with her.

>soon, the group would come to the clearing and the entrance to the Grove.

>a large open village. Most of the houses were thatched huts, made from materials from the forest. Many of the residents resembled the hunchback, although some were more humanoid... But most possessed the odd mushrooms growing on their body.
>the residents looked to be going about their normal lives. Some chatting, others tending to the chores of the village, and even a few children playing.

>but then, there in the center of the village, was the "mother" herself.

>easily towering over even the taller residents of the Grove. Resembling a tall woman in a white dress and a exaggerated wide brimmed hat; although a quick looked would show that the "clothes" were part of Amanita's body. Like some fusion of a human woman and a mushroom.
>where she was, she looked to be tending to a patch of fungus, growing on the side of one of the huts.

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"I do not understand because it does not make sense, brother," replied the Promethean, trying with all of his considerable might to keep the frustration he felt from creeping into his voice; the impotent despair he felt at not being able to help Dorn in any meaningful way. "Curze was scornful to our very way of life, as was Perturabo, Rogal. They raged and sulked and sneered at how they did not receive all of Father's attention; they spent all of their energy on pursuing their petty vengeance and not the great work set before us, the effort to consolidate the Alliance's territory and keep the orcs from driving all of humanity in the Eastern Kingdoms extinct!"

He let out a short laugh, utterly bereft of humor, even at the memory of the sheer absurdity of their actions; how in the middle of one of the greatest wars their kingdom had ever known, their brothers had effectively thrown a temper tantrum. In the meantime, a voice spoke that only one man could hear.

A voice that had been speaking to that man for a very long time now.

"And yet you understand how Vulkan never could where that rage came from," said someone from behind Rogal that wasn't there at all. The real Perturabo was far away, behind the parapets of the Lich King's palace, fortifying them at that very moment and completely ignorant to the conversation taking place in the wastes of Kaprika. That did not mean the conviction in the bile of his gravelly voice felt any less potent. "Your sons built wonders, and mine died in the mud and the trenches of our father's great crusade against the greenskins. You know why you feel the shame you do: it is because you knew how easily our places could have been reversed, and yet you said nothing. And yet you said nothing. Even when we marched north underneath the banners of Lupercal, you could not bring yourself to do what was necessary. And now, after Stormwind's teeth are blunted and her blades are dulled, you sit in exile- no, not in exile. You hide. You cannot bear the shame of the utter magnitude of your cowardice. You cannot bring yourself to face the sheer scope of your failure, and so you hide behind your walls and hope that time will somehow lessen it, brother."

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>Noel took in the sight of the village with a small smile as a peaceful village was always a good thing to see after a long time on the road. Even if she couldn't get anyone to convert, perhaps this place would do to rest her legs for a bit. ...Maybe a passer by wouldn't mind parting with some of the mushrooms growing off of them, she did neglect to finish her lunch... Mmmmm roasted mushrooms.

>But before she could do that, she caught sight of the 'mother'. The person that people revered here, and thus the first person she should to ingratiate herself to! Saying her thank yous to the hunter for the guidance, the cleric approaches the towering fungal woman.

Excuse me, I have been told you're something of leader and caretaker to these people! I am Noel Tonia, a humble travelling follower of my Lord and Savior, Goddess Erubetie! I would like to, with your gracious permission of course, preach my Goddess' word to any who would listen! In return, I offer me blessed art of healing to treat of any sick and injured here during my stay!

>Not many people would be willing to turn down a healer, especially one who was technically offering their services for free. Though the gratitude of those she treated would surely make the task of making them see the light all them more easy, so which is a payment in itself~

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>the Fungal Mother looked down to the cleric. Her body creaking as if it was made of wood.
>then she spoke, in a rather deep voice, sounding like several voices speaking together.

You are welcomed in the Grove.

>strangely, her mouth didn't move when she spoke. More mushroom than woman, it seems.

Feed of the caps that grows on the trees of the Grove, but do not eat of the red ones at the edge. They will poison you to your core.

>leaning down to Noel's level, she asked a question

All knowledge is welcomed here... Unless it is destructive of the Grove's goal... Tell us of Erubetie, young cleric.

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>A lone figure sat in the middle of a field looking up at the sky with a smile on her face. Above her on the sky island she normally calls home rested her true body. Lifting a hand up, a bird landed on it. With a bright smile, she patted it's head gently.
>Rising up, her feet skimmed the grass as she floated above it looking around. She had decided to explore the world below the skydoms after watching people visit and leave her island for years. She had always quietly watched over things and recorded the data for a reason she had forgotten. But now she was free to explore and learn things because she wanted to.
>Stopping once she noticed that there were more birds around her, she beckoned for them to follow her. Continuing on her path, Yggdrasill watched the birds fly around her, not paying attention to if anyone was nearby.

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>looks like something was blocking the road
>...Rather in this case, someone.
>she was a minotaur, one of the many beastfolk who inhabited the area. With how tall and beefy she was, it didn't look like a normal person would be able to move her.

>thankfully, she didn't look injured and from her steady snoring, she was merely asleep, not dead.

>despite her strong and fearsome appearance, she carried a air of peace around her. With a small number of birds and butterflies gathering around her, including a small blue bird having made its nest in her mane.
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<"Well that confirms for sure she's not some Deamon of Nurgle. Though that much was apparent by the lack of horrid smell. Stupid Filth God and his ugly pockmarked fa--"
>The cleric's eyes shoot open as the mushroom woman 'spoke' to her, warning her about thoughts she had not verbally expressed.
<"At least this time it's not a nerdy Tzeentch worshipper trying to get into a endlessly looping theological debate-- STOP THINKING.
>Well she had not been banished yet, and the Lady seemed willing to hear her out regarding her goddess.

...I'll keep that in mind.

>Doing her best to shield her more self-serving motivations, she quickly beings to talk about her deity she pledged herself to.

Ahem. Erubetie is an ancient and powerful Lilithval, and goddess of the Slimes. A deity of self sufficiency, endurance, and adaptability! Both Slime and men come in all forms and ability, forever changing along with the world to survive and prosper! To worship her is to accept her guiding hand and learn to survive and adapt as the slimes do; to change when necessary, and endure when one must!

She is also a bastion against the chaos as all Lilithval are! Taking the wretched energies of the evil gods, their daemons, and their worshippers unto herself to spare us and the world at large it's harmful influence!

And, finally, the most important aspect of her of all... She is the goddess of slimes. And slimes are adorable!

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>Stopping as she heard the snoring, the knowledge seeker looked around before seeing the Minotaur asleep on the ground. Tilting her head, she wondered what kind of being this was. Floating closer, Yggdrasill peered down at her and looked at the bird in her mane.

>Landing on the ground, she decided to watch the bears and butterflies gathered around her with a smile. Sitting down, she let the birds land on her shoulders and head as she watched. Turning towards one of the bears, she lifted a hand and tried beckoning for it to come over to her.

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>the sporefolk looked over to a sizable hut at the top of a nearby hill. For the areas rudimentary appearance, there was a sense of culture around.
>from the looks of things, more and more of the small mushroom creatures from earlier were working on building the shack from the ground up.

With fungus comes slime. You and we have that in common. In more straightforward terms: Slime and spores both flourish in damp environments.

>steppling her fingers, she looked down upon Noel.

Do you have any tomes for the Grove? Tomes, scriptures, scrolls? Readings for the hungry minds of the Sporefolk.

To be a bastion against Chaos... Perhaps she stands for the same goal as the Grove: A shelter.

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I meant birds, not bears
>she didn't beckon one of the birds, but she managed to get the attention of someone else:
>it was then, the minotaurs awoke. Snapping awake, she was quick to stand up, causing all the small animals gathered around her to fly away.
>standing around 8 feet, the beastfolk was built like a monster.

>giving a stretch she yawned. Strangely, the bluebird in her mane didn't move despite the sudden awakening.


>she said, rubbing the back of her head.

...I'm hungry.

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>Watching the Minotaur awaken, she looked around as almost all the birds flew away. Gazing up at her, Yggdrasil tried going through what knowledge she had. Finding nothing on what Tesya was, she rose up to float along the grass.

♪ ♪?

>Tesya would hear what sounded like chimes as the primal beast tried getting her attention with waves.

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>the minotaur looked down upon her, before giving her the usual bombastic greeting that Tesya used.

Haha! I didn't see you there! I heard that this area is a place that bandits frequent! SO I took it upon myself to wait for them! Teach them that they can't be robbing people when I'm around!

>chuckling, the minotaur huffed

Guess I feel asleep! Glad no thieves found me while I was asleep! I would've been helpless!

>laughing over the prospect of being attacked in her sleep, Tesya waited for Yggdrasil's response.

>Tesya liked her funny hat.

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>Hearing that there were bandits around, she frowned as the leaves on her head rose up in response. She had learned about bandits and knew that them being around was never a good thing.

>Hearing her chuckle, Yggdrasil floated closer to her before going around her in a circle. Looking up at her face, she started reaching out towards it.

>Lowering her hands, she simply floated up higher to look Tesya in the eyes. Pointing at her horns then to her hooves, she seemed to be asking about them. Lowering her self back down to where she skimmed along the grass, she started going around her again.
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>Aurisa just scoffed dismissively at the thought of drinking for fun.

Why? Makes them stupid. What fun about stupid?

>fortunately for Aurisa, present company was probably too dense to take the obvious opening. or maybe just distracted, given that the gross hell-liquid they’d been sent here for was unceremoniously dumped into their laps.

>she begrudgingly rose up to her feet, that awful smell ruining her good mood even faster now that it was so much closer and more concentrated. Aurisa was always temperamental, a trait that was now only being amplified by the assault on her senses.
>so, unsurprisingly, she didn’t react to the jeers from the crowd too well. she hunched her shoulders and clenched her fists at her sides, looking just a little bit like an angry cat trying to make itself look bigger. the comparison was a lot easier considering she started hissing like an angry cat.

>as focused as she was on the booing randos, Aurisa hadn’t noticed that a smaller, more enterprising group of randos had taken it upon themselves to totally gank their shit until Ram spoke up.

>she turned around to ask just what the hell he was on about, right in time to see him hit the deck and some burly jackasses about to make off with the booze they were sent for. that sent her temper spiking hard, and her hand tightened around the grip of her knife.
>but she held herself back. some little voice in the back of her mind reminded her that she was better than the violence of her people; any other wood elf would already be wrist-deep in entrails by now, but Aurisa was a leader, royalty, a revolutionary. she was just a few minutes ago thinking about bringing her people into a new age of peace and enlightenment and not murdering people for any offense.
>and besides, most people in the outside world tended to not appreciate killing people.

>"The strong take, and the weak deal with it.”

>that word rang in Aurisa’s ears.
>getting in the way of her work, bullying her friend, stealing from them. that was one thing. that all pissed her off, but she could hold herself back and maintain her composure.
>but attacking her pride? challenging her authority? calling her weak?
>that shit absolutely WOULD NOT fly.

>suddenly Aurisa’s whole atmosphere changed. all the tension left her shoulders and her eyes turned cold and hard. she slid right past Ram and right in front of the (admittedly much larger than her) lead goon in a single fluid motion, a lot less like a person and more like a predator.

>she held her knife out in front of her, the point coming just barely short of the man’s gut.

One warning. Ours. Put down. LEAVE.

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Aha! You sing, but you don't talk much! I'm fine with that.

>Tesya said, crossing her arms and nodding. Every word she said was spoken with great, upbeat gusto, with the minotaur's boundless energy.

But, there don't seem to be any bandits now, perhaps I've scared them off, I'd be scared of me too if I was so small. I hope this decision leads them to turn their lives around!

>with that, she began to walk off, before looking down on the tree.

Come along now! I'm going to my favorite tavern for a bite to eat!

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>Putting a hand to her mouth, she gave Tesya a confused look. She had learn many languages over the years and understood those that spoke. But the concept of speaking was foreign to her.


>Smiling brightly at her claim of scaring them off, she lowered her hand from her mouth and started to clap. The birds that were around her soon landed on the branches sticking out of her head. Looking up at them, Yggdrasil's smile only grew as a flower bloomed nearby.


>She was being invited to join her on her trip? Nodding, she took one last look skyward before following Tesya. She had never gone to a tavern before, but if this one had a favorite one then it must be a good place to be.

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Ah yes, this is true.
<"But smiles are more cute, and squishy, and soft."
>Try as she might her own favour for the creatures could not be pushed into the back of her mind, so instead she sheepishly answers the question posed to her.

I have my collection of texts and a travel guide. But aside from that, I tent to pack light...

>Most of what was in her bag was food for the road and the necessities. She could scarcely afford anything else.

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>The jeering randos were cowed by the hissing elf, perhaps more out of confusion and incredulity rather than outright fear, but cowed they were nonetheless. That left Aurisa ample time to interact with the newer group that had shoved Ram to the floor.

>The head henchman that had been making off with the first barrel suddenly paused as years of sailing experience had accurately taught him when to stop short of someone shanking you. He caught his gut and sucked it slightly inward as his eyes narrowed down at Aurisa, who suddenly looked a lot more intimidating compared to the short cat-like being he'd seen only a few seconds prior out of the corner of his eye.

"You're feisty, for an elf. I thought your kind were too busy hugging trees or lounging around in fancy high towers to bother hanging around here. Feisty ain't gonna do you much good here though.

>He let out a booming chuckle which his henchmen echoed in a snicker.

"So why don't you come make me put-

>He didn't get the chance to finish. A small wiry arm had embedded its fist into the side of his face, sending him crashing to the floor and the barrel breaking on impact with the deck of the ship, spilling its precious bitter cargo all over the wood...And causing them to steam somewhat. Probably for the best that hadn't been served to the customers.

>The owner of the wiry fist was Ram, who stood over the thug and looked impassively down at him. There wasn't any indication of anger on his face save for a somewhat annoyed looking frown while he stared.

Give the other two back. Those are ours.

>The floored thug growled and pulled his way back to his feet while the lesser crew put down the barrels and followed in behind him. He cracked his knuckles and crouched low in a grappler's stance.

"Big mistake newbies. I'm gonna enjoy teaching you this lesson."

>And then he lumbered forward with purpose at a surprisingly fair speed for one of his size, using all of that momentum and body to barrel into Aurisa with the strength of a gigantic sailor. Meanwhile, Ram was left tangoing with the pair of minions, ducking and diving around their clumsy swings with wooden pieces of the broken barrel without being able to get much in the way of an offensive off.

>In short, it was total fucking chaos. The crowd was hastily starting to disperse and the proprietor had wisely gone back into his hovel. Hopefully to make some beer that wasn't borderline lethal, but more likely to stay away from the battle.

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>Not much on her, it seemed
>Amanita looked for a compromise, yet remained patient with the cleric.
>still, her expression didn't change as she spoke.

Perhaps then, we may borrow your tomes and write down the contents.

>she said, as a small number stepped next to Amanita. Each about the size of a children's doll, one of them carrying a scroll, the other carrying a quill.

We work diligently. No sense of exhaustion or boredom. Unless, of course, to copy your texts shall be considered an offense?

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>pointing her her mouth?

>Did she not speak, was that what she meant?
>...Or perhaps she was hungry too!

You'll like the Tavern! It's right next to a river, so it has some great seafood! You must be surprised by a cow eating fish, huh?

>the plant girl didn't talk, but that was fine. Tesya talked enough for two people

>flexing her left arm, she chuckled

Fish is good for the body, don't you know! I'll treat, if you need a meal too!

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>A river was near it? Then she could get some water and relax in the sun too. The sound that she made got a bit lighter as more flowers started to grow.

>She was a cow? Is this what cows on the surface were like? Watching her flex, she reached up with both hands and put them on top of her bicep. She felt strong, really strong.


>A meal? Tilting her head, she lowered her arms before shrugging.

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>Tesya could easy lift her if she wanted to.
>The minotaur was built like a brickhouse. From the heavy looking hammer on her back, she was no stranger to combat. The constant energy and optimism in her voice though didn't sound like that of a jaded warrior.

Not hungry, huh?

>she nodded

That's okay then. I'm sure you'll love the people there. Once I grappled with a raging ironfur grizzly that attacked the owner's son! Gave me a discount there. How about you? Do you have any tales of valor?

>she paused, remembering the tree couldn't talk

Haha! Right. You can write them down to me when we get to the tavern! You look like someone who is no stranger to adventure!

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>Nodding when asked if she wasn't hungry, she pointed up at the sun then to herself. Looking at her hammer, she went behind Tesya to get a better look. Floating up higher, she looked at the path ahead from over her shoulder.

>She grappled with something called an iornfur grizzly? Wondering what that is, she stopped for a moment to try and think if she's heard about it before. Shaking her head when she couldn't remember anything, Yggdrasil started following her again. Well at least her new friend was able to save someone from whatever it was.

>Tales of valor were nothing she really had but she could maybe try something. Continuing to watch the path from over her shoulder, to of the birds on her branches moved over to Tesya's horns.

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>while Aurisa didn’t necessarily want a fight, she sure wasn’t expecting these goons to back down at her order. irritated, but not surprised.

>fine, whatever. she knew the deal. these big fat stupid idiots wanted to challenge her authority, and now she had to prove her dominance to put them back in line. it’s not what she had wanted to do with her day, but if she must, she wouldn’t hesitate.
>even outside of the forests, the only truly universal language was mauling.

>she was more than ready to take the first swing, only for Ram to beat her to the (literal) punch, catching Aurisa just a little off guard.

>she knew he was strong, sure, but it was still a bit of a surprise to see him send a big burly seaman to the ground in one punch. guess that was a bird thing. they must be pretty strong to be able to grab the air hard enough to climb on it, right?
>even while distracting herself with this incredibly dumb question, Aurisa still had relatively ample time to react to the man attempting to throw himself at her.

>come on, she’d spent her whole… however many years of life tangling with beasts twice as big, twice as fast, and three times as fangorious as this chunky bastard; did he really thing that he could actually run her down?

>she could have dodged if she wanted to, and were this a fight she felt had any risk of losing, she would have. but this wasn’t necessarily a fight, it was a statement being made. the hierarchy being established. she would just have to take this head on.

>quite literally, considering her attack strategy was to just leap directly into him to latch on to the front of his shirt like some kind of horrible little monkey, then just rear back and smash her thick skull directly into his nose.

>on reflex, the man attempted to blindly grab at the squirming ball of rage hanging off his chest, only to be met with an exceptionally sharp bit of wood buried in his shoulder.
>Aurisa swung under his flailing arms, repositioning herself on the much larger man’s back like a terrible, violent little backpack. she tried to retrieve her knife, but between the sailor’s attempts to throw her off and the size difference between them, she simply couldn’t reach around his shoulder far enough to grab it.
>but that was fine. as much as Aurisa loved her knife, she didn’t really need it. after all, her God had given her a mouth full of plenty of extra knives.

>again she reared back to smash her face into whatever exposed flesh she could find, this time burying her teeth right into the point where neck met shoulder with an accompanying violent burst of red.

>blugh. this guy’s blood tasted awful. but that didn’t matter, she wasn’t here for fun, she was here to win a fight. again and again she pulled away just to send her teeth wherever there was unwounded skin all along the neck and shoulders, each time met with another spray of blood and more violent flailing and screaming from her prey; totally unbecoming of his earlier tough guy act, really.
>unsurprisingly, having little bits of your neck torn out by a raging animal takes a lot out of you, so it didn’t take long for the burly man to drop to the deck and quickly start to lose consciousness. Aurisa tumbled off but quickly scrambled back to her feet to check the damage.
>first thing’s first, she retrieved her knife from his arm and thus opening yet another wound for blood to quickly leave him. sure, she needed her knife back, but he was probably going to die at this rate. surprisingly, Aurisa didn’t want that. a fight was one thing, but she was no killer; she was better than that, better than the other elves.

>so she knelt down beside the man’s head and roughly slapped a palm on his increasingly pale forehead, exhaling slow and steady as a faint golden glow appeared around the man’s upper body. the worst of his wounds started to knit themselves shut and a slight bit of color started to return to his unconscious face.

>truth be told, Aurisa kind of half-assed the healing. most of the wounds were closed, enough to ensure that he would survive; but enough damage was left to give him a lot to think about. such as how much pain he would be in once he woke up.

>with that out of the way, she stood back up and looked back to the two-on-one her partner was stuck in. that just wouldn’t do. Aurisa picked whichever thug seemed to still be the healthiest, stared them down with a frenzied look in her eye and a face covered in blood

>and screamed and hurled herself straight at them for another round of violent apelike mauling.

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If I had something to write on I'd give it to you.

>she said,paying no mind to being used as a riding animal. The was big and strong, carrying someone or something was simple.

Would that work for you? I'd hate for you to go silent this whole time, haha!

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>Letting out a silent sigh, she wished Rose Queen was here,.She would be able to help with communication. Patting Tesya's shoulder gently, she moved to float next to her.

>Bringing her legs up, Yggdrasil looked like she was sitting on the air as they continued traveling. Thinking about it, the primal beast wondered if she can write. She did learn how to write her name down, maybe that would be good enough until she learned how to write more.

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>Perturabo was not there, he knew this. He could not be there. He was in Northrend, as he had been for some time now. Would Rogal even recognize him when they met once more? Did Perturabo recognize himself, for that matter? But the presence felt as real as anything behind him, and the words cut deeper than any blade ever had.

Perturabo... Was more than a petulant child. He was relegated, treated as lesser. By me. And there is more to what happened with Kurze than you know, Vulkan. It is not mine to tell, but it is mine to live with.

>He dared not react to the words of Perturabo in his ear. Vulkan would take it poorly. Vulkan always took suffering poorly, especially that of his family. Even the famously socially inept Dorn knew that, and knew it well.

Do you know why I chose this place, Vulkan?

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>The burly head thug had absolutely no idea the nasty bitey horror that had been awaiting him. So that's why he found himself getting chunks systematically wrung out of his neck by the mouthful of machetes that Aurisa had in place of teeth, flailing, screaming and crying out in pain and terror until blood loss took him into the realm of the unconsciousness, thankfully for him.

>The only movement he made after Aurisa healed the vast majority of the damage was a pained groan and then down he went again. He'd live. Probably.

>Ram's two on one hadn't improved, but it also hadn't really seemed to have gotten worse. Ram was managing to move around the violent storm of plank swings that he'd been assaulted with but he still wasn't fighting back. This was because right now, he was embroiled in the eternal great shame of any strong man.

>How upset his mother would be that he'd gotten in a fight.

>She'd always told him that he weren't allowed to rough-house with the other boys around the village in case he hurt somebody, not an unfair accusation given that underneath the odd looking clothing was a body forged from years upon years of tending to farm land. Lifting, ploughing, mucking out, it had all forged Ramiel's body into an ungodly force of muscle that could practically punch holes in wood, as he'd demonstrated on his landing.

>Which meant that while he was attempting to not get hurt by the thugs he was still wondering whether it would be okay to hit them now and how much trouble he was in for clocking that first guy, even if he was being a bully. Thankfully for Ram's thought processes, his companion had seen fit to resolve the matter for him.

>In a flash, one of the thugs was being clawed, bitten and mauled by the little ball of elfy violence while his cohort stared agog, the unfortunate victim staggering around like the giver of the world's worst piggyback ride. Fortunately the second thug was at least smart enough to realise when to fold his cards as he dropped his plank of wood and staggered away from the scene of the crime in a panicked rush, knocking over another one of the kegs in the process.

>The remaining victim fell like a tree in a wood with nobody around to hear it, which meant that the answer to the age old question was finally discovered. And the sound went something like "AAUUUUGGHHHHHHH"

>All the same, he had collapsed from the multiple stab and bite wounds, same as the burly sailor had before. The remains of the carnage were one heavily injured thug, one unconscious sailor, two broken kegs and a somewhat battered looking Ramiel.

>Go team.

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>They wished to make copies of her texts! No one ever wanted to do that!

Oh no! Copying my texts is completely fine! Make as many as you'd like!

>Noel fished the texts out of her pack, well more a loose collection of papers with countless different authors, but was most certainly religious texts. But she handed them over with glee.

Copies are really the only way this text has survived, even then it's far from complete... Though one day I hope to find one of the original books that contains everything!

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>Soon, the next stop was in sight. A small town that the minotaur frequently visited, as a matter of fact, she practically considered it her home away from home.

Haha! Here we are! They're nice here, don't worry.

>as the pair would enter the town, there were a few traits noticeable at a first glance.

>for one, the small village looked like it had seen better days. Dirt roads, rural houses, the townsfolk themselves clad in old looking clothing.
>a village stricken by poverty?

>Tesya waved to the occasional villager, standing out as the only minotaur in town, and one of the frequently visiting outsiders.

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>Lowering herself down, her shoe less feet touched the dirt road before she knelt down and placed a hand on it. Scooping some up into her hand, she rose back up and stared at it as if asking the dirt a question.
>Dropping the dirt back down onto the road, she looked around at the townsfolk. Waving at those they passed, she would give them a smile.Taking in a deep breath, she let it out before floating up so that she was almost even height with Tesya.

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>In all honesty, the mushroom was expecting a tome or scrolls. But, who was she to judge what her texts came in; after all, even her own teachings started as scribbles on a wall.

>taking the texts, Amanita passed the papers on to the small mushroom creatures, who started to carry it off.They certainly looked like hard workers, especially for fungus.

>now, motioning her arm across the Grove, Amanita nodded

Very well. You are welcomed in the Grove, even after our business is finished. We suppose we are done here, no? Unless you have desires to join the collected mind?

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Here we are.

>Tesya said, standing in front of the tavern she always visited. The doorway was far too low that the minotaur would have to duck in order to enter; from the broken bits of wood on the top of the doorframe, it's all likely that she's hit her head a few times.

A lot of them seem tough, but don't worry, they're nice.

>with that, the minotaur pushed the door open, making sure to duck to not hit her head. and greeted the people on the inside; a few barflies, as well as an adventurer here and there, who all looked to the pair entering the bar.

Greetings, patrons! I made another friend today!

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>Looking at the door, then at Tesya's horns and height, she wondered if she could get through the door. Blinking as she was told about the customers of the bar, she nodded and committed it to memory.


>Following her into the bar, Yggdrasil watched as she just ducked and walked through the door. Floating up next to her, she simply waved a hand.


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