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		<title><![CDATA[Court of the Fallen - Undergrove]]></title>
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			<title><![CDATA[Into the thick of it!]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2026 01:51:33 -0600</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://cotf-rpg.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=1066">Knell</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[This forest is denser than the ones in the Grounds, the trees towering higher above them. Knell presses closer to Asta as they walk so she doesn't lose him between the vibrant plants, but her eyes hold no such reluctance, scanning the undergrowth freely, touching each surface without fear or caution. She hadn't been able to properly appreciate the forest when they were here for the Feast, not when her focus had been on desserts and decorations. Now though, she traces the vegetation like she might sketch each leaf in detail when she has the time, like she can imprint each shade of green on her thoughts. <br />
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Knell pushes red hair from her face, wishing she were shifted so she could smell more than just the rich brown of soil. The rustle of leaves and small tracks through the undergrowth hint at more than just plants lurking in their proximity, and she wonders at the other world she can't currently perceive, just out of reach. There might even be people nearby, although she sees no signs to suggest that. <br />
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Unable to peel her eyes from their surroundings, she tilts her head up as she asks the Butcher, [say]"Do you really think people can wake up a god?"[/say]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[This forest is denser than the ones in the Grounds, the trees towering higher above them. Knell presses closer to Asta as they walk so she doesn't lose him between the vibrant plants, but her eyes hold no such reluctance, scanning the undergrowth freely, touching each surface without fear or caution. She hadn't been able to properly appreciate the forest when they were here for the Feast, not when her focus had been on desserts and decorations. Now though, she traces the vegetation like she might sketch each leaf in detail when she has the time, like she can imprint each shade of green on her thoughts. <br />
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Knell pushes red hair from her face, wishing she were shifted so she could smell more than just the rich brown of soil. The rustle of leaves and small tracks through the undergrowth hint at more than just plants lurking in their proximity, and she wonders at the other world she can't currently perceive, just out of reach. There might even be people nearby, although she sees no signs to suggest that. <br />
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Unable to peel her eyes from their surroundings, she tilts her head up as she asks the Butcher, [say]"Do you really think people can wake up a god?"[/say]]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[If you're in a coma, just wake up]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2026 00:00:27 -0600</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://cotf-rpg.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=1033">Kaisel</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Taking the commitment to camping to heart, the Oerwoud seems like the perfect place. It gives them a proper chance to scout out the most recent fuckerys of the world, and all the while, he can make a statement about how a city boy can embrace and conquer nature, should he so choose. Even the beach with all its damn sand is something he only complains about once in a while now.<br />
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[say]"Alright, I've got all the essentials,"[/say] he informs her, not bothering to look up from his deep dive into his backpack. [say]"Water, snacks, matches, pajamas, weapons, pillows, or the ones that I could fit in here anyway, aaaand the camera."[/say] He's got a glimpse of each item as he ticks it off, although the pillows prove encompassing and require some digging around. Satisfied, he glances up at her, the backdrop of the twisting forest and semblances of trails amid the roots and boughs awaiting behind her like some version of an invitation to get lost. Behind him, the Sugartide rests like a safe haven, and not for the first time, he wonders how far they have to get from her hull to properly consider it camping.<br />
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Shifting the backpack around and settling it on his shoulders, Kaisel smooths out his hunter green hoodie. Flora's name is stitched down the back of the left arm in an embossed fashion with plain and thick lettering, barely visible because the color is the same as the body. Similarly, Hot Take follows the same pattern on the right arm. Beneath, his tight, nearly black pants narrow down into his boots. [say]"We have enough light to head in and scout out a good camping spot."[/say] He motions in a general direction behind her, squinting briefly to get his bearings on what actually matches the map he'd been perusing as prep for this. [say]"I also memorized some camp songs we can sing as we go. Supposed to drive off predators, or something."[/say]<br />
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Taking the commitment to camping to heart, the Oerwoud seems like the perfect place. It gives them a proper chance to scout out the most recent fuckerys of the world, and all the while, he can make a statement about how a city boy can embrace and conquer nature, should he so choose. Even the beach with all its damn sand is something he only complains about once in a while now.<br />
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[say]"Alright, I've got all the essentials,"[/say] he informs her, not bothering to look up from his deep dive into his backpack. [say]"Water, snacks, matches, pajamas, weapons, pillows, or the ones that I could fit in here anyway, aaaand the camera."[/say] He's got a glimpse of each item as he ticks it off, although the pillows prove encompassing and require some digging around. Satisfied, he glances up at her, the backdrop of the twisting forest and semblances of trails amid the roots and boughs awaiting behind her like some version of an invitation to get lost. Behind him, the Sugartide rests like a safe haven, and not for the first time, he wonders how far they have to get from her hull to properly consider it camping.<br />
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Shifting the backpack around and settling it on his shoulders, Kaisel smooths out his hunter green hoodie. Flora's name is stitched down the back of the left arm in an embossed fashion with plain and thick lettering, barely visible because the color is the same as the body. Similarly, Hot Take follows the same pattern on the right arm. Beneath, his tight, nearly black pants narrow down into his boots. [say]"We have enough light to head in and scout out a good camping spot."[/say] He motions in a general direction behind her, squinting briefly to get his bearings on what actually matches the map he'd been perusing as prep for this. [say]"I also memorized some camp songs we can sing as we go. Supposed to drive off predators, or something."[/say]<br />
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