After fleeing his mum, Edmund made his way to the Feverlands. Was he procrastinating on sending that letter and meeting with her? Yes. But the young Ancient also wanted to continue his quest for Mother. The other materials were closer to Torchline anyway. The Hanging Tree was the only place that he had to visit that was out of the way. He figured he could stop there before heading back and dealing with the consequences of his choices.
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Blood and Bark and howling Ghosts
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01-24-2023, 05:36 PM
Trickster
Age: 3 | Height: 4'2" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Nomadic Level: 0 - Strg: 5 - Dext: 5 - Endr: 10 - Luck: 15 - Int:
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01-24-2023, 07:21 PM
Trinket had heard about the howling tree. It seemed interesting. There were a lot of scary stories about it. Well, stories that people claimed were scary. Nothing scared the tiny demigod. She didn't care to be scared. Being scared was for other people.
She knew the way through the Feverlands, as she knew the maps of all parts of Caido. But traveling there would be hard. So she had wandered around the skyport at King's End until she overheard people talking about an expedition. She hadn't paid much attention to the specifics, something about collecting boring rare plants for alchemy. What they were doing there didn't much matter to Trinket. She simply followed along as they headed towards the swamps. Her footsteps were silent as they departed the skyport. The travelers' attention was on the path ahead. They discussed their journey, the path they would take, the supplies they had brought. None of them bothered looking backwards, not for a good long while. They were well away from the skyport by the time anyone noticed that Trinket had been following them. When they noticed her, the travelers became concerned, as people always did. Boring. They asked if she was lost. If she needed help. How she had gotten there. "I'm following you," was all she said, as if that were answer enough. They told her to go back home, continuing on their way. Trinket continued to follow them. They urged her to turn back, but they could do nothing. It wasn't as if they could force her to turn back the other way. And the demigod was committed to her journey. By the time night fell, the group realized they had little choice but to invite the child to sit by their campfire. To do otherwise would have been cruel, leaving a small child alone in the wilderness. They offered her food and asked her more questions. They wanted to know, as many did, where her parents were. She told them she had no parents, and that she wasn't lost. She simply wanted to follow them. The questions continued, but for some reason, her answers didn't satisfy the group. The further along they traveled, day by day, the more they tried to get her to leave. But once they were deep into the wilderness, the group agreed that they could no longer leave her behind. They spoke of predators in the wild, and the dangers they presented. So they reluctantly agreed to keep the child close. They simply saw no other choice. Once they were close to the Hanging Tree, Trinket wandered off from the group. She had grown bored of them and their questions over the last few days. She headed out on her own once more, her footsteps silent, making not a sound. By the time anyone from the expedition realized she was gone, it was too late. Eventually, her steps led her at last to her destination. The tree was interesting. Most trees were boring, but this one looked like no other tree she had ever seen. She had known of the tree, as she knew of all things in Caido. But knowing was not the same as seeing it for herself. She knew of the stories of people hanging from the tree to their deaths. She was disappointed to see that no one was hanging from the tree today. Pity. But something else curious was there. A boy with a jar. He made the tree bleed. Trinket had never seen a tree bleed before. She moved closer, her steps deathly silent. She held her doll against her chest, standing behind the boy, both girl and doll watching with matching black eyes. She stood in silence for a long while. Then, breaking the silence, she asked, "What are you going to do with the tree blood?"
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Trickster
Age: 3 | Height: 4'2" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Nomadic Level: 0 - Strg: 5 - Dext: 5 - Endr: 10 - Luck: 15 - Int:
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01-25-2023, 06:57 PM
"I came to see the tree," Trinket said simply. "Why are you collecting blood? You can have some of my blood, if you want."
She walked over to the tree, looking up at the blood spilling from it. Curious. She studied the blood, watching it dribble down the bark. Her doll twisted its head to the side, staring at the boy with black, glassy eyes, one eye bearing a faint red stain of old, dried blood that tinged the eye red. Trinket reached up. She touched her fingers to the blood. She looked at her bloodstained fingers, rubbing them together. Then, absentmindedly, she brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, the motion leaving a streak of blood over an old scar above her right eye. She turned back towards the boy, now bloodstained as the doll was, staring at him. He seemed familiar, somehow. Curious. She stared deeply into his eyes, waiting. The doll stared as well, judging. Both in silence. Both unblinking. Both still as the grave.
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01-25-2023, 07:10 PM
Trickster
Age: 3 | Height: 4'2" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Nomadic Level: 0 - Strg: 5 - Dext: 5 - Endr: 10 - Luck: 15 - Int:
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01-26-2023, 01:35 AM
"Oh, you're an Ancient," Trinket said, a slight tinge of curiosity in her tone. She hadn't met any ancients before, at least, as far as she knew. The Ancients were curious. They were new, but also old. The god they worshiped was different from the others. Curious indeed.
"What are you making with blood?" she asked. She didn't know of any things that could be made with blood, and since she knew of all things, it had to be something new. New was always interesting. "You can have some of my blood anyway. I'm not a normal person, I'm a demigod. So I've probably got good blood." She held out her arm and rolled up her sleeve to expose her forearm. "Go ahead. I don't mind if it hurts. Just don't kill me, okay?" If he tried to kill her, she had an axe to use to split open his skull.
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Trickster
Age: 3 | Height: 4'2" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Nomadic Level: 0 - Strg: 5 - Dext: 5 - Endr: 10 - Luck: 15 - Int:
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01-28-2023, 09:26 PM
Trinket showed no sign of pain as the boy pricked her finger. She merely watched the process. The blood dripping from her finger was only small droplets. She had seen more blood before. It had been more interesting last time.
When the boy was done with her finger, Trinket let her hand drop to her side, paying the still oozing prick no mind. She found the boy's words more curious than the blood. "I've never bathed in blood before," she said. "Why would you want to bathe in blood? What does it feel like?" She looked at bathing the way she did food. It was just something she did quickly and efficiently, so that she could more on to more interesting things. But the idea of bathing in blood was something new. "Ludo made me," she told him. "He made me to make everything more interesting for people. I play lots of games with people so they have interesting days. I like games. Do you want to play a game?"
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Age: 19 | Height: 5'10" | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 5 - Strg: 19 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 20 - Int: SPLAT - Mythical - Darkling
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02-01-2023, 07:48 PM
Trickster
Age: 3 | Height: 4'2" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Nomadic Level: 0 - Strg: 5 - Dext: 5 - Endr: 10 - Luck: 15 - Int:
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02-02-2023, 02:25 AM
Trinket looked around, her unblinking eyes taking in the details of the tree and the surrounding swamp. Old ropes hung from the tree, the remains of executions once performed long past. Slime and mold coated the ropes, along with the tree itself. The tree was said to be haunted. Curious.
The doll watched Edmund as Trinket looked around. It stared endlessly, one eye stained red with old, dried blood. The light filtering through the ragged trees above caused a glint in the doll's glass eyes. "The game is called 'hangman,'" Trinket said, eyeing the ropes above her. We ask each other questions, and whoever gets the most questions wrong loses." With that, she gave a command to the ropes above her. They began writhing and whipping about, uncoiling part of their length from the branches so the ropes could lower themselves down towards the two people below. The ropes twisted themselves and knotted themselves, until a pair of nooses hung there before them. "I'll go first," Trinket said, her voice dead and void of any emotion. "What color feathers does an Aqueix have?"
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02-03-2023, 07:37 PM
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