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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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( ...because yes, the others got me out of... a fairly tight spot... )
( but of course, things are just fine now that everything is ... ah... )
( ...back to normal. )
Yes, totally normal. For sure. Nothing to see here, move along.
( i do look forward to seeing you... )
( i trust everything is, ah...comparatively smooth, on your planet? )
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I'm only sorry I couldn't be there, but I'm, ah, looking forward to seeing all of you as well when you arrive.
Though I haven't had much in the way of company for some time.
So I hope it won't be too strange at first.
Really, you just wish you could stop feeling NERVOUS about the whole thing. There's no reason to think that anything would go HORRIBLY WRONG just because everyone is gathering. Or at least not more HORRIBLY WRONG than things have already gone.
I suppose one could say that things have gone... somewhat smoothly.
There seem to be a great deal of things to puzzle out on my planet, but I'm not entirely sure how well I'm doing.
It sounds like it's been somewhat less exciting than whatever happened on your planet, in any case.
What did you run into, anyway?