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==> PHERAE: EMERGE
Your name is PHERAE ELAPHA, and never in all your sweeps have you been SO OVERWHELMED.
And, frankly, you're not so sure about the "emerging," either. The narrow windows at the top of this tower are just the right dimensions for you to fire your bow through, and it makes you feel much better to be able to do exactly that, despite the current TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES rendering your efforts at self-defense a bit pointless.
Who was it that Kaprao said had made this game? In hindsight, maybe you really should have asked him.
As-is, you'll let your bow do the "emerging" for you: you fit your arrow through the narrow gap in the rough stone wall and let it fly. The thick thorny brambles — curling up the sides of the tower and forming a dense undergrowth that in places rises halfway as tall as the tower itself — provide excellent coverage for the imps below, but that's not really the problem. THE PROBLEM is that, as soon as your arrow hits the largest of your enemies, an enormous ogre covered in deceptively charming-looking flowers, and with antlers like those of your own lusus (hits him right in the eye, too, you note with a kind of beleaguered satisfaction), an ERROR MESSAGE flashes up: "INVALID TARGET." And then the arrow glances off him and hits the ground instead.
A good thing none of the helpful little half-troll-half-bleatbeasts are nearby; they, unfortunately, don't seem to be anything resembling immune to friendly fire. They'd been so excited when you first met them, kept calling you "the Maid," chattering something about some "great mother, lost." You still can't forgive yourself for getting one of them killed the first time this glitch appeared. Poor little Acty. He'd been such a promising young scientist, too.
It's been two days since that happened, and a day since you holed yourself up in one of the many TOWERS dotting the landscape of your planet, which the troll/bleatbeasts have told you is called the LAND OF THORNS AND FROGS. (True enough, there seem to be a number of frogs tucked away in nooks and crannies in the dense thorns. Some are gruesomely impaled, but most are, strangely enough, ASLEEP.) You had been out on an extremely promising ZOOLOGICAL RESEARCH MISSION when the whole thing started, so it's the best you can do for shelter, separated from your hive and your husktop.
You fire another volley of arrows, mostly on principle, then switch to using your rope to lasso and toss off an intrepid imp climbing the side of the tower. Deermomsprite, for her part, smacks one down with one of her newly acquired tentacles. (In another bit of hindsight, using your squiddle plush for the second prototyping may not have been the best choice.)
Surely this will be over soon, you tell yourself. It's going to have to be...
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LATER, POST-RESCUE:
-- tenderAgrotera [TA] has signed on. --
And, frankly, you're not so sure about the "emerging," either. The narrow windows at the top of this tower are just the right dimensions for you to fire your bow through, and it makes you feel much better to be able to do exactly that, despite the current TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES rendering your efforts at self-defense a bit pointless.
Who was it that Kaprao said had made this game? In hindsight, maybe you really should have asked him.
As-is, you'll let your bow do the "emerging" for you: you fit your arrow through the narrow gap in the rough stone wall and let it fly. The thick thorny brambles — curling up the sides of the tower and forming a dense undergrowth that in places rises halfway as tall as the tower itself — provide excellent coverage for the imps below, but that's not really the problem. THE PROBLEM is that, as soon as your arrow hits the largest of your enemies, an enormous ogre covered in deceptively charming-looking flowers, and with antlers like those of your own lusus (hits him right in the eye, too, you note with a kind of beleaguered satisfaction), an ERROR MESSAGE flashes up: "INVALID TARGET." And then the arrow glances off him and hits the ground instead.
A good thing none of the helpful little half-troll-half-bleatbeasts are nearby; they, unfortunately, don't seem to be anything resembling immune to friendly fire. They'd been so excited when you first met them, kept calling you "the Maid," chattering something about some "great mother, lost." You still can't forgive yourself for getting one of them killed the first time this glitch appeared. Poor little Acty. He'd been such a promising young scientist, too.
It's been two days since that happened, and a day since you holed yourself up in one of the many TOWERS dotting the landscape of your planet, which the troll/bleatbeasts have told you is called the LAND OF THORNS AND FROGS. (True enough, there seem to be a number of frogs tucked away in nooks and crannies in the dense thorns. Some are gruesomely impaled, but most are, strangely enough, ASLEEP.) You had been out on an extremely promising ZOOLOGICAL RESEARCH MISSION when the whole thing started, so it's the best you can do for shelter, separated from your hive and your husktop.
You fire another volley of arrows, mostly on principle, then switch to using your rope to lasso and toss off an intrepid imp climbing the side of the tower. Deermomsprite, for her part, smacks one down with one of her newly acquired tentacles. (In another bit of hindsight, using your squiddle plush for the second prototyping may not have been the best choice.)
Surely this will be over soon, you tell yourself. It's going to have to be...
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LATER, POST-RESCUE:
-- tenderAgrotera [TA] has signed on. --
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You take about five seconds to stare at him ki. . . eating? EATING PHERAE'S FACE (or something, this is all very confusing) before you swat imps out of your way and make it over to Avispa, just in case you need some backup or something.
(Also you may be making sure he doesn't try eating HER face because. Just because, that's all!
whaT Is he even doIng--x?!
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You had barely had enough time to acknowledge what could only be described as a truly ridiculous, over-flourished, and...genuinely impressive act of acrobatic hoofbeastshit (inspiring both appreciation and rivalry; surely anything HE could do, YOU could do better), when his mouth was on yours and you were both tumbling back into the tower.
Thoughts had clearly been for trolls with less pressing distractions; you dug your claws into his back without really realizing it. Wasn't he going to press you all the way back against the wall, now?
Then he had pulled away and draped...something? were you invisible now? (fine, Perrix, that's pretty clever)...over your head. And dropped a NOTE.
> Pherae: Read the note.
It's a good thing you've got the CLOAK CLOAK hiding you, because there's no other way you were going to hide the dark jade green your cheeks just flushed.
Well, if you've got to HATE SOMEONE, at least you can be HATED BACK.
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You, of all trolls, blush. You actually see what Perrix just did to Pherae and you understand it. You saw that in a book, one of the ones that explained quadrants, and... you know exactly what that might mean. The puzzle pieces of this situation are falling into place.
No wonder you noticed a sense of urgency and enthusiasm when Perrix was informed this is where they would be stopping next. Because, in some way, Pherae and Perrix had filled one of their quadrants. You don't know which one, but you're sure it's either red or black. Heart or Spade.
This is a shocking development. Of course, you can't see anything that happens once they're in the tower, which prompts you to turn to Phylus. He doesn't know...?
Um, I don't think... it's something they w4nt... us to see, no.
Or worry 4bout, either.
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Enough gawking. ~~CS
Elapha is worthless on this planet for now, ~let's~ finish up. ~~CS
Even while barking orders you don't lose your grin, nor does it fade even as you perform a perfect SHOOTING STAR PRESS out the window and onto the VOODOO OGRE that moments ago served as an unruly, unwilling platform for you. It's hard not to be distracted, considering. Somehow you make it look, if not easy, then at least BADASS. Even (especially?) equipped with THE KING'S GAUNTLET.
Honestly you're just thankful that cleaning up the last few MOBS is enough of a distraction to keep you from thinking about OTHER STUFF.
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Oh. Oh my. OH.
no I--x
I know--x....
I ThoughT IT was jusT supposed To be more--x
waIT--x
are They black--x?
You fumble a little bit because you're totally distracted, but thankfully you take this chance to perform some AWESOME ACROBATICS using your rocket boots and let out some IMP-SEEKING MISSILES you've been experimenting on with the help of Wess, who you actually feel is sort of cool.