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[[Prologue: Under Giant Trees|p2.1]] <<nobr>> <<if $rebirth eq "yes">> Rebirth. <</if>> <<set $name to "Heir">> <<set $they to "they">> <<set $them to "them">> <<set $their to "their">> <<set $They to "They">> <<set $Them to "Them">> <<set $Their to "Their">> <<set $title to "Layrd">> <<set $people to 0>> <<set $strength to 0>> <<set $charisma to 0>> <<set $wit to 0>> <<set $humor to 0>> <<set $plan to 0>> <<set $brash to 0>> <<set $meek to 0>> <<set $highp to 0>> <<set $duke to 0>> <<set $dasius to -5>> <<set $krev to 0>> <<set $ajuna to 0>> <<set $faren to 0>> <<set $reva to 0>> <<set $kal to 0>> <<set $vein to 0>> <<set $vname to "Vein">> <<set $fa to 0>> <<set $ra to 0>> <<set $ka to 0>> <<set $va to 0>> <<set $convo to 0>> <</nobr>>

Run Cried the Crawling

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<<if $chapter eq "Prologue">> Who are you? <<elseif $chapter eq "Chapter One">> $title Ledici is impatient. <<else>> <<if $they eq "they">> <<set $ve to "ve">><<set $s to "">><<set $are to "are">><<else>><<set $ve to "s">><<set $s to "s">><<set $are to "is">><</if>> The named heir is $name Ledici. $They ha$ve $hairlength $hairtex $haircolor hair, $their skin is $skin and $their eyes $eyes. The people of Ledici have often seen $them wearing a holstered $weapon. <<if $features eq "set">>$Their most notable feature is $their $feature but $they ha$ve also been complimented on $their $feature2 .<</if>> <<nobr>> <<if $strength gte $charisma>> <<set $highest to $strength>> <<set $skill to "strength">> <<elseif $charisma gte $strength>> <<set $highest to $charisma>> <<set $skill to "charisma">> <</if>> <<if $wit gt $highest>> <<set $skill to "wit">> <</if>> <<if $meek gt $brash>> <<set $highp to $meek>> <<set $persona to "meek">> <<elseif $brash gte $meek>> <<set $highp to $brash>> <<set $persona to "brash">> <</if>> <<if $humor gte $highp>> <<set $persona to "humor">> <</if>> <</nobr>> $name Ledici's <<if $skill is "strength">> strength is to be admired. $They often use$s $their brawn and imposing presence to solve $their problems. $They $are well trained with weapons and a menacing oponent in duels. <<elseif $skill is "charisma">> charisma is renowned. $They often use$s $their silver tongue and charm to solve $their problems. $They $are well liked in court and ha$ve no problem finding allies to come to $their aid. $They also ha$ve a knack for reading people. <<elseif $skill is "wit">> intelligence is enviable. $They often use$s $their wit and quick thinking to solve $their problems. $They ha$ve read many books on history, strategy and science, making $them an intimidating source of knowledge. <</if>> The heir tends to<<if $plan gt 0>> think before they act, $they $are a careful planner.<<elseif $plan lte 0>> act first and think later, $they tend$s to plan as things arise.<</if>> $name also has a <<if $persona is "meek">> meek and gentle persona. $They $are kind and caring, sensitive to the feelings of $their companions. <<elseif $persona is "brash">> brash and direct persona. $They $are honest and often serious, preferring to deal with issues on $their own. <<elseif $persona is "humor">> sardonic and playful persona. $They ha$ve a hard time being serious, and tend$s to use humor as a shield.<</if>> $name <<if $people gt 0>>supports the people of the lower canopy, and does not see themselves above them. <<else>>is blue blooded, a fine speciment of the ruling class. <</if>> $They spend$s $their spare time <<if $hobby eq "drawing">> sketching and drawing. <<elseif $hobby eq "playing music">> playing music on $their small harp. <<elseif $hobby eq "writing">> writing on $their journal. <<else>> playing cards with friends. <</if>> <<if $religious eq "yes">> $They $are quite religious and frequent$s the temples. <<else>> Although it is expected from $them as heir, $name rarely visits the temples or is seen praying to the gods.<</if>> <</if>> <<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>>

<<link "Character" "Character">><</link>> <<link "Codex" "Codex">><</link>> <<link "Credits" "Credits">><</link>> <<link "Back">><<if tags().includes("game-info")>><<goto $return>><<else>><<run Engine.backward()>><</if>><</link>>

<<script>> var passages = document.getElementById("passages"); passages.scrollTop = 0; <</script>>  <<if tags().includes("title")>> <<elseif tags().includes("credits")>><h1>Credits</h1> <<elseif tags().includes("character")>> <h1>Character</h1> <<elseif tags().includes("codex")>> <h1>Codex</h1> <<else>><h1>$chapter</h1> <</if>>

<<set $chapter to "Prologue">>

Your hands tightened on the sturdy wooden railing as you stared down at the mess of twining branches beneath you. It was the only thing shielding you from a fatal fall, the trunk of the giant tree stretching as far as the eye could see. From your vantage point you could see the dwellings on the lower canopy stretching from bark to leaf. Though the thicker lower branches filled you with curiosity, you rarely ventured there. They weren't offered the same privileges as the upper ones; you grew up with frequent sunlight, clean wind, even wooden railings to protect you from a nasty plunge. But there was something about the lively markets below, the hectic energy of the city and its inhabitants, that drew you in. As you stare at the layers of foliage you remember a story Ajuna had told you long ago. She had begun one of her lengthy lessons by recounting an ancient time, when trees were small enough for a child to climb for fun. She always lured you in with bizarre tales that somehow led to a boring lecture on complex dendrology. //"Where did everyone live if the branches were barely big enough to fit someone like me?" You'd asked. The idea of small trees wasn't completely foreign to you; there was a grove in your estate where tiny birch trees would grow. But those sprouted from a large branch, in a large canopy, connected to a larger trunk of an even larger tree. You didn't "climb trees for fun", you'd spent your entire life on one. "They lived on the ground, of course." Ajuna responded, a glint in her amber eyes. "But the Gods live on the ground! No one else is allowed down there." The ground scared you. You'd stared down into the abyss below the branches and you'd only seen darkness. The Mycelian Gods may protect you from below, but that didn't mean you ever wanted to meet them there. You dreaded the day you had to complete the Path. Ajuna leaned over conspiratorially, her face suddenly serious, "Maybe there was a time before the Gods, before the Mycelian..."// You're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear someone calling for you. [["Lord Ledici!"|p3][$title to "Lord"]] [["Lady Ledici!"|p3][$title to "Lady"]] [["Layde Ledici!"|p3][$title to "Layde"]]

<ul> <li>Banner assets <a href="https://www.canva.com/">Canva</a></li> <li>Fonts <a href="https://fonts.google.com/">Google fonts</a></li> </ul> Background images by Otto Marseus VanSchrieck Sugarcube template by nyehilismwriting.tumblr.com

<<if $map eq "visible">> A <<link "map of The Thicket">> <<popover 'noclick'>><img src = "https://64.media.tumblr.com/b322ce8ad617d5551f6ce8bf4a823a00/5563bf03cf321e44-ad/s540x810/e0b019c0cc780809d87c012776f45ace68720477.pnj" /><</popover>> <</link>> you packed for your journey to the ground.<</if>> <<nobr>> <<if $stone eq "visible">> A sketch you made of the <<if $hobby eq "drawing">><<link "Mycelian Stone.">> <<popover 'noclick'>><img src = "https://64.media.tumblr.com/32c736d71b561cab12385f1cac9d55c7/25fa931b3ebaa399-3a/s540x810/c2b05acccb11e292fae81f51128110cdb956623b.pnj" /><</popover>> <</link>> <<elseif $hobby eq "writing">><<link "Mycelian Stone.">> <<popover 'noclick'>><img src = "https://64.media.tumblr.com/9fe5f8683b18e17f9440475dc5222a31/25fa931b3ebaa399-96/s400x600/f8129d84a8dd479b8ebb3cd0c2e91e7a1ff19504.pnj" /><</popover>> <</link>> <<elseif $hobby eq "playing cards">><<link "Mycelian Stone.">> <<popover 'noclick'>><img src = "https://64.media.tumblr.com/88d4c653015b9ba830f202cad462a3e8/25fa931b3ebaa399-d0/s540x810/6994f4cdc8d8b270ddef901326f0b4cdab9927d4.pnj" /><</popover>> <</link>> <<elseif $hobby eq "playing music">><<link "Mycelian Stone.">> <<popover 'noclick'>><img src = "https://64.media.tumblr.com/47480bc7f92e812a9269b7b05c22c8ea/25fa931b3ebaa399-1e/s400x600/c952fd586449273b8fdf2ff3e0513d87e8a3b109.pnj"><</popover>> <</link>> <</if>> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>>

ORANGE: Game info - character page, codex, credits. Populate these with what you like. GREEN: UI & game set-up elements. These can be edited to suit your needs. RED: Code. Everything in these passages should be labelled; things might break if you mess with them.

<<run $("html").removeClass("bleached")>> <style> #ui-bar {display:none;} #passages {width:100vw;margin:0;background-image:var(--banner-menu);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-size:100%;background-position:center;overflow:hidden;scrollbar-width:none;font-family:var(--header-font);transition:0s;padding:0;} ::-webkit-scrollbar {width:0px;} .passage {text-align:center;transition:0s;} #passages a:before {content: none;} #story {margin-left:0;} h1 {text-align:center;margin-top:40vh;} @media screen and (max-width: 800px) {#story {margin:0;}} </style> <h1>Run Cried the Crawling</h1> <<if Save.autosave.ok() and Save.autosave.has()>><<link "Resume Game">><<script>>Save.autosave.load()<</script>><</link>> | <</if>><<link "New Game" "1">><</link>> | <<link "Load Game">><<run UI.saves()>><</link>> | <<link "Settings">><<run UI.settings()>><</link>>

"$title Ledici! The ceremony will begin shortly, the Duke requests your presence." A servant dressed in your house reds tells you, waiting by a door where the branch meets the trunk. You were surprised when your father had first asked you to join him. Although you were the eldest, you were often considered too young to accompany him. You'd always grumbled about it, as the heir you'd felt entitled to a chair at the table. You didn't know why you felt jittery as you walked towards the waiting servant, nerves coursing through your small limbs. [["I'm ready."|p4]] <<if $title eq "Lady">> <<set $Duchy to "Duchess">><<elseif $title eq "Lord">><<set $Duchy to "Duke">><<elseif $title eq "Layde">><<set $Duchy to "Duchy">><</if>>

Duke Ledici sits on a throne on the edge of the Inquisitor's branch, aptly named for its leverage point. It offers a clear view of the curved branches below, as well as the gaping hole between them. His eyes drift towards the darkness as it threatens to pull him back into its depths. He turns his head towards the child before memories of his Path overwhelm him. His young heir shuffles besides him, a bundle of nerves. They must see what happens to those who defy them. All Ledici must understand the weight of maintaining peace, the fragile balance the Thicket hinges on. They must not make the same mistakes as rulers of Tree Taris. There is someone else accompanying the Duke, standing quietly behind the throne. A Tarisian child, older than his own by some years. The Duke is not one for charities, and this boy is no exception. He would not be here if it werent for his raw talent in Arborism, something the Thicket sees once in a century. The boy must participate too, if he is to become the Duke's weapon. "Watch closely... You might not understand now, but as a ruler you must look into the eyes of the insurgent. Face them fully and sever them so they may never rise again." The Duke whispers to his child, loud enough for the boy to hear as well. The boy, Faren, has not yet given the Duke a reason to doubt his allegiance. If anything, he stares at him with admiration. Duke Ledici grasped him from the burning branches of Tree Taris, saved him from the massacre his people had wrought on themselves. Faren owes him his life. The Duke's child looks below them with wide eyes. They force themselves to watch as the traitors are brought to the branches by Red Guards. They're dragged to the unbarred edges, bound at the ankles and wrists. Some of them the child recognizes, friends of the late Duchess, nobles who had offered them smiles in the estate halls. Others are complete strangers. The heir keeps their eyes trained on the latter. One by one the dissidents are pushed into the gaping gorge. An offering to the gods, thinks the Duke. The Mycelian will rejoice. He can feel their anticipation bleeding under his skin. He hears the traitors scream as they fall. He doesn't hear them hit the ground. Suddenly, his child collapses, clutching at their chest in pain. The Duke holds their frail body close to his own, his hopes that their condition was improving all but gone. He had thought them strong enough to overcome this illness. But the poison was just beggining to course through the heir's veins. [[ Chapter One |c01]] <<set $chapter to "Chapter One">>

Ten Years Later ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ You race down Barters Branch, almost barreling into a costumer squabbling with a vendor. As you drag your hand down the bark of the neighbouring branch, you can feel the grooves left by years of carved vandalism under your fingers. You come to a quick stop in front of a faded yellow tent and take a second to buy one of Talen's candied pears. You're in a rush, but you always have time for Talen's. You savour the melted sugar as you dodge through the crowds. It's incredible to have this kind of freedom. To be able to go wherever you want on the tree. To not be isolated to the confines of your room. You've been recovering steadily for the last five years but you still feel a jolt of excitement as you run through the Merchant's Quarter. Every small ache in your chest leaves you in a cold sweat, the possibility of a relapse looming over your head. The branches here are wide enought to fit multiple rows of tents, most filled with brassy merchants trying to sell their wares. It's a winding maze of colourful patterned fabrics, the sound of gossiping old maids, the smell of baked treats, and the frenzy of commerce. On the left side of the street, you see a young boy pushing a heavy cart of grain and sympathize on how long it must have taken him to lug it down from the farming branches. You don't often venture there, that's always been Faren's thing. He says it's the best place for him to practice Arborism because that's where the tree is at its strongest. You sometimes wonder what it would be like to be an Arborist, to feel the energy of the tree as he does, to be able to command it to your will. You skid down a corner, shouldering an aggravated man as you do so. You yell a quick apology but maintain your pace. There are matters you must attend to that this man is not privy to. Your shabby over-clothes offer you the anonymity you need to venture into the Seed districts, laying thick on top of your refined garbs. Unfortunately, that also means no one makes way for you when you're in a hurry. [[You value the anonymity. You've never enjoyed people treating you differently because of your title. |1c2][$people to 1]] [[The Lower Canopy has it's charms, but you'll always be the Duke's child.|1c2][$people to 0]] [[You feel uncomfortable here. You miss being treated with the respect someone of your status deserves.|1c2][$people to -1]]

<<if $people gt 0>> It wasn't your first time in the Lower Canopy, and it wouldn't be your last. You had even managed to make a couple friends down here who you enjoyed spending your free time with. They didn't know you were the Duke's child and you intended to keep it that way. It was liberating. <<elseif $people eq 0>> It's not that you didn't like it down here, but you would always be a visitor. You couldn't really belong in the Lower Canopy, not when the only way to fit in was to lie to everyone about your true identity. <<elseif $people lt 0>> If it weren't of the utmost importance you wouldn't be in the market to begin with. The place makes you feel paranoid, and you tire of always having your guard up. You prefer the advantages of the Upper Canopy. <</if>> You reach the hoist elevator just as it's about to depart, mollifying the sullen operator with a couple wooden tokens. The brightly painted coins drop into her waiting hand as she uses the other one to pull the lever. There's a low level Arborist behind every hoist, a menial job for those who weren't good enough to work for the Duke's retinue. You'd pity them if it weren't for their generous salaries; riding these things is not cheap. There are plenty of stairs within the trunk that you can use to get between quarters, but only one way to get from the Lower Canopy to the Upper Canopy. The mechanism creaks as the hoist brings you to the upper branches. You savour your candied pear and wrap your cloak closer around yourself. The air is colder up here, cleaner too. The late winter sun streaming through the thin branches doesn't do much to warm you up. You step off the hoist, bringing the hood of your cloak down so the Upper Canopy guards can recognize you. [["Thank you kindly" you say to the operator, dropping another token in her hand.|1c2.1][$people += 1 ]] [["Thanks!" you yell behind you in a rush.|1c2.1]] [[You don't bother saying anything. You're in a rush and she was just doing her job.|1c2.1][$people -= 1 ]]

<<if $wit gte 5>><<set $ajuna += 1>> Ajuna had referred to you more than once as her smart little rook. She saw the same intellect in you as she did in herself. You were a stellar student, often getting ahead on her lessons and going to the library to research your own theories. <<elseif $charisma gte 5>><<set $reva +=1>> Ajuna had reprimanded you many times for sneaking off to play with your friends instead of studying. You didn't take her seriously though, you had a knack for charming your friends into doing your homework for you. <<elseif $strength gte 5>><<set $duke += 1 >> Ajuna always said you were a restless child, too restless for the confines of a classoom. She did her best to accomodate you with outdoor classes, but you always felt more engaged when you were sparring with the guards. <</if>> You slam open the door leading to your estate, startling the man behind them. His irked expression tells you he'd been waiting for you to arrive. "Where the hell have you been, fool? We're going to be late." Says Faren with an irritated frown. You speed walk past him, discarding your worn grey cloak and shabby overclothes as you bound down the hall. Faren follows after you, his lanky long legs easily sidestepping the mess. The tailored crimson shirt you're wearing underneath flaunts both your figure and wealth, and is far more suitable for a council meeting. A council meeting you're definitely late for. "It's three thirty seven, we're actually seven minutes late already..." He states, reading your mind. You hate it when he does that, you wonder if it's some sort of secret Arborist skill no one's told you about. "You didn't have to wait for me, I would've gladly been late alone." You retort, looking back at him. He brings his eyes up to yours as he snaps the time piece in his hand closed. Although you had your reasons to be late, you know that's not the only thing bothering him. You skipped his morning lessons as well. You'll never be able to wield his magic anyways, you don't understand why your father insists that he tutor you on Arborism. Your mother may have had the talent, but you weren't gifted. "Your father expected us to arrive together after your lesson, do you think he won't admonish me as well? What business do you have in the Lower Canopy anyways?" He lengthens his stride to catch up with you, his dark shoulder length hair billowing in his steps. You consider whether you should tell him the reason you were down there. You've known him for years, but you're not exactly on friendly terms. After Taris burnt to the ground he was part of a handful of refugees that were able to make it to Ledici's branches. He used his ability to bend those branches to his will, stretching them to bridge the two trees together. When your father saw his skill, he entrusted his tutelage to Ajuna. She had cared for him in her own way, but you know Ajuna's always been too preocupied with her work to be a parent. Back then, you both found shelter in each other's company. Eventually his education whisked him off to a lower branch, studying under an accomplished Arborist in the farming quarters. It was only recently that you became reacquainted, when he started working directly under your father. It's been less than a year and he's already renowned as the Duke's Arborist. Sometimes it irks you that he was given a seat on the council the same year you were, even though you're the heir. You take in his sharp features as you walk, his pointed nose and proud cheekbones. He would look regal if he were any softer, but he's not. There's too many edges, something about him that reminds you of a bird of prey, astute eyes looking for any advantage. What stands out about Faren the most is his prosthetic arm. A testament to his skill as an Arborist, his left arm is more bark than flesh. Branching from his shoulder, small intertwining twigs shape their way down to his fingertips, mimicking the muscles and tendons that were there before. His escape from Taris was narrow and he lost more in one night than most people could understand. His arm only a small part of it. Although you are accustomed to his presence, your relationship with Faren is complicated. You'd like him more if he wasn't always vying so hard for your father's approval. For some time, there's been a quiet rivalry brewing between you. A part of you still wishes you could be friends, like when you were younger. But things were a lot simpler then. [["Whatever business I had down there is my own." You reply curtly. You don't have the patience for Faren's scheeming right now. |1c4][$humor -= 1]] [["That's for me to know and for you to wonder." Just because you're avoiding his question doesn't mean you have to be droll about it.|1c4][$humor += 1]]

<<if $humor lte 0>><<set $faren to 0>> "Whatever business I had down there is my own." You reply curtly. The thought of him knowing what you were up to makes you feel... vulnerable. He scoffs, "Well I'm sorry for daring to wonder what// $title //Ledici was up to while they should've been under my supervision." He brandishes your title like an insult. That makes you laugh, "Your supervision? I'm not a child." "You sure enjoy acting like one." There's a cold smile on his face now. "Do I need to remind you that your whims are the reason we're late to this meeting? The Duke entrusted me--" That wears on the last of your patience. "The damn Duke is my father and if he has an issue with my tutelage he can come to me about it. I don't need his lapdog to tell me." Faren falls silent, a flash of anger in his eyes, though you can't tell if it was the "damn Duke" or the "lap dog" comment that caused it. It doesn't matter, at least you got him off your back. <<elseif $humor gt 0>><<set $faren to 5>> "That's for me to know and for you to wonder." You say with an enigmatic smile. You're not ready to tell him the truth. He bares down on you with his hawkish eyes, "You know I'll find out eventually, right?" You don't back down from his stare "We'll see about that." He raises an eyebrow, "You're not as mysterious as you think, I know about your secret dependence on candied pears." That brings a laugh out of you, "You caught me, there's something about them that I can't resist." You're about to ask how he knew when he tosses his handkerchief your way. "You might want to wipe off the evidence before we head in. It's unseemly." You catch it mid-air trying not to glare at him and wipe the remains of the sticky pear from around your mouth. "I would've enjoyed seeing the council's expression as the heir entered covered in candy, alas." Faren comments wistfully. You smack him with the dirty handkerchief as he tries to hold back a smile, and for a second you consider telling him why you were in the Lower Canopy. <</if>> [[The truth is you were looking for your mother.]]

<<if $plan gt 0>> It couldn't be avoided, but you wish you could've arrived earlier. You value people's time and have always seen your punctuality as a show of respect towards others. <<elseif $plan lt 0>> You are mildly apologetic about it, but your penchant for being late feels outside of your control. You just seem to get absorbed by whatever task you're doing, everything outside of it becoming secondary. <</if>> You step into the round chamber with Faren, trying to remain impassive as five pairs of eyes fixate on you. Sunlight streams through tall windows and reflects against the red varnished hardwood walls. A large round table sports two empty seats for you and your companion to take. You stand by the chair facing the Duke and keep your eyes trained on the carvings on the table. There are five trees in a circle meticulously drawn on its surface, representing the five trees of The Thicket. Each of them branches towards the next, forming a ring in which a blooming flower is encased. You know the flower is a common artistic depiction of the Mycelian gods. You've also seen them drawn as rings within a tree, an iris-less eye and an open mouth. Needless to say, you prefer the oddly shaped flower. There are little wooden tokens littering the table symbolizing troops in motion and plots to be uncovered. The Thicket has not known peace since it rose from the ground. Ajuna once told you that that is the way of man, that there is no society without war. You could taste the bitterness in her words. The map covering the council table is pretty but outdated, there is one tree too many. Tree Taris is little more than a burnt husk now, its branches amputated to stop the infection. There are no tokens on its surface. You raise your head as you hear your father calling your name. He is a man with an imposing presence and as soon as he opens his mouth everyone's eyes are trained on him. However, his ability to control a room has little to do with his outward appearance, he is by all standards a frail looking man. Years of leadership have left him grey, his thin skin sagging around his bones. "<<textbox "$name" "">>! So kind for you to grace us with your presence." You know he's disregarding your title to punish you for your tardiness. He's done this multiple times before and it doesn't cease to irk you. <<if $faren lte 0>> "Do us the favour of checking your appearance before the next meeting. You look like a child." You hear two council members muttering amongst themselves. A quick look at Faren tells you why. He wears a taunting smirk as he brushes his thumb over his top lip. //Bastard. // You quickly wipe the excess candied pear from around your mouth with your sleeve, fighting to keep your composture. Faren had seen it plain on your face but didn't bother warning you. You'll get back at him for this. <</if>> Your father sits comfortable on his chair. You stand taller than him, but he still finds a way to look down at you. Berating you in front of the council is his way of testing you. He likes pushing your buttons to gage your reaction. [[And you push his back, you won't let him put you in a corner. Who cares if it affects the council's opinion of you?|1c6][$brash to 1]] [[You look down in submission. You're filled with shame, your face growing hot. |1c6][$meek to 1]] [[You keep your head high but make sure not to antagonize him. You'll play your cards right and apologize. You want the council on your side.|1c6][$meek to 0]]

<<if $meek gt 0>> <<set $duke -=1>> "I'm- I'm sorry Duke Ledici." You manage to stammer out. He hums softly, letting you know your apology is accepted. "Take a seat, child." A wave of embarrassment hits you. Child <<if $faren lte 0>>again<</if>>. You guess you deserve it for being late <<if $faren lte 0>>and in such a rumpled state<</if>>. You look at the council members for support as you sit down but they seem to be avoiding your gaze. Faren's dark eyes are trained on your father, you're of little importance to him now. <<elseif $brash gt 0>> <<set $duke to 1>>"You are very welcome father, I strive to be nothing if not kind." You reply with a sardonic smile. You're stoking the fire, everyone knows it. But he started it. The council members look at your father, waiting tensely for his reaction. Faren is the only one who keeps his sharp gaze on you. He seems perplexed. He's looking at you like you're a puzzle he can't quite solve, and you know he finds those extremely frustrating. Your father takes a deep breath before speaking his next words. "Being a part of this council is not your right, it is a privilege you have been granted and which can be revoked." He looks at you intently. It's almost a game you play; he threatens you and you see how far you can push his limits before he snaps. If this were your first time defying him, that comment might have scared you. Luckily you've had practice. "We both know that's not how this works. Once I was admitted I swore a vow, there's only two ways out of it." "Which would you prefer child? Would you lose your tongue? Or would you rather sacrifice your flesh to the gods?" He replies evenly, eyes narrowing. //Sacrifice to the gods...// his words feel like a knife twisting under your skin. "I'll let you choose, I don't think the Duchess gave you that privilege." You icily respond in turn. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. No one moves a muscle, afraid that if they catch the Duke's attention they may be the subject of his ire. You remain still as well. You're hedging your bets on your father being too smart to mutilate his heir, not on him being short of brutal. The Duke's fist clenches, the sound of his rings against the table deafening. Finally he speaks. "Sit down, $name." You do as you're told, feeling as though you've raised enough hackles for one meeting. The rest of the room seems to sigh in relief. <<else>> <<set $duke +=2>> "It won't happen again Duke. You and the council have my apologies." You state diplomatically. Is that a flash of aproval in his eyes? You don't dare get your hopes up. <<if $plan lt 0>> <<set $duke -=1>>"We both know it probably will, but I do not wish to delay this meeting any further." He says with a sigh. The worst part is he's right, you will most likely be late again. You nod with a slight frown. <<elseif $plan gt 0>> "I expect it won't. I do not wish to delay this meetin any further." He speaks tersely. There is something on his mind more important than your unexpected tardiness. <</if>> "Take a seat $title Ledici." He finally pronounces. You do as he tells you to, the atmosphere in the room seeming to relax a little. At least this time he referred to you by title. It's not much but you hold on to your little victories, with time you'll make real progress. You think you're starting to grow on the members of the council. They may not see you as an equal just yet, but it's definitely better than when you were first admitted into these rooms. <<if $strength gte $charisma>><<set $highest to $strength>><<set $skill to "strength">><<elseif $charisma gte $strength>><<set $highest to $charisma>><<set $skill to "charisma">><</if>><<if $wit gt $highest>><<set $skill to "wit">><</if>><<if $skill eq "charisma">> You're a people person, getting them to like you outside the hall was easy. Getting them to take your ideas seriously is a little different. <<elseif $skill eq "wit">> You're smart, a valuable member of their strategic discussions and full of bright ideas. The problem is getting your voice to be heard. <<elseif $skill eq "strength">>You have an imposing presence, and you're not a stranger to warfare. But your aversion to court politics makes you seem abrasive. <</if>>Faren narrows his eyes at you. He's been playing the same game as you and you're going toe to toe.<</if>> "Chancellor Oja, how's the situation on the sprig zone neighbouring Feuon?" asks the Duke, ready to move on. The skirmishes with Tree Feuon were a recent thing, but you had good reason to suspect they might lead to war. Feuon's leaders had signed a treaty with Taris during your grandparent's reign, their Duchy closely allied to the late Tarisian family. When Taris fell, Feuon accussed Tree Ledici of forsaking the sick tree. In your defense, Taris was rotting inside, burning it was both a mercy and a precaution. "It's been better. There have been reports from our sprig patrols of frequent skirmishes. The Feuonian soldiers have begun installing a web of netting below the branches to recover more of their injured, and our casualties gravely exceed theirs." Oja is a skeleton of a woman, her face covered in bright decorative paint. You think she must be around your father's age, though it's hard to tell through the makeup. "What is this webbing made of?" he asks, frowning at the news. "We believe it's Galense hemp." She states, her chin resting pensively on her intertwined hands. "So they're allied with Tree Galen, those bastards had a treaty with us!" exclaims Chancellor Krev. He has a proud nose and downturned eyes, his aging face covered in scars from battles long past. He's a good fighter Gods bless him, but you've never understood why your father kept him in the hall. "Just because the hemp is from Galen doesn't mean they're allied," explains Faren, "Galen's branch network is vast, and they have no reason to hinder their trade for the sake of our alliance. Especially when the treaty they signed makes no mention of who they're allowed to sell to." "It doesn't matter how they got it. Hemp is flammable, I want the webs burnt." Says your father with finality. You think you see Faren tense at the mention of burning. "They will retaliate against this," says Oja frowning, "to fully burn their netting we'll have to launch an organized attack which will lead to substantial casualties." "We have the troops to execute it successfully, and Galense mercenaries at the ready if it comes to that." Says Chancellor Torin with a smile. He's always smilng, it creeps you out. You decide to intervene with your own thoughts on the matter. [[You should focus your efforts on a stronger alliance with Galen. If you can persuade them to cut off trade with Feuon fully, they won't be able to repair the netting. You have the charisma to succeed. |1c7.1]] [[You should use the netting to your advantage. If your troops could find a way to harness themselves to their webs, they could infiltrate the Feuonian camp and stage an ambush. You're smart enough to trick them. |1c7.2]] [[You should send the Red Guard, the Feuonian sprig soldiers will stand no chance. You've fought with them before, they easily overpower them. |1c7.3]]

"Galen is the key to the solution. If we can persuade them to sell their hemp to us instead of Feuon we can cut off their supply. Keep them from repairing their existing nets or making new ones." You supply helpfully, looking at the Duke. Faren quietly scoffs at this, "How do you suppose we should persuade them $title Ledici? Feuon is far more accessible to their branch networks. They'd lose time and money by selling their hemp to us." <<if $charisma eq 5>> <<set $duke += 1>> <<set $krev += 5>> <<set $charisma += 5>> "They'll want to sell to us because we are their main food provider. And... if it comes to war with Feuon they will side with us." You have the attention of the room now, the chancellors waiting patiently for you to elaborate. "I have good rapport with a Galense diplomat. He's let it slip that their Duchess is inexperienced and less likely to take risks. They'll choose Ledici's stability before Feuon's metal. They'll sell at a discounted price even if it's just to stay on our good graces. Throw in a couple threats and we'll be grand." Faren's frowning now and you can tell he's searching for ways to dispute your points. "What about--" "$title $name has a point." Says the Duke, interrupting him mid-sentence. "Torin, send a message to Galen's emmissaries, we shall arrange a meeting." "Consider it done, Duke." Says Torin, already preparing the missive. You've never been so glad to be sitting next to Faren. The sound of his teeth grinding is exquisite. <<else>> "Well... we could buy it from them for a higher price than Feuon. That should convince them." You hadn't really thought this far into your argument and Faren can see it. He won't let this opportunity slide. "Our coffers are not infinite. It would be faster and more cost effective to go with the Duke's original plan. We just need to be careful to control the area of the fire." He says with a smile, "But thank you for your participation, $title Ledici." It takes all of your self control to not strangle him then and there. "Arborist Valar is right," proclaims the Duke, "we shall proceed with destroying the hemp nets. Oja, draft a missive of our plans for the sprigs." Oja nods dutifully, her face impassive. <</if>> [[Next|1c8]]

"What if we used the netting to our advantage instead?" You ask confidently. "The Feuonian soldiers have given us the perfect opportunity to stage an ambush. If we were to harness ourselves to the nets from a lower branch, we could infiltrate their camps from below." "Please enlighten us on how this harnessing mechanism would work. I've never heard of anyone using such a thing in all of Thicket history, especially not in warfare." Interrupts Faren, watching you with a raised eyebrow. <<if $wit gte 5>> <<set $duke +=1>> <<set $krev += 5>> <<set $wit += 5>> You smile condescendingly, "Then you haven't been doing your homework. Old Galense bark collectors would harness themselves from hemp ropes, with a simple pulley system to carry them up and down the tree." Your argument is gaining traction now and the council is listening raptly. "If Galen could figure out this technology five hundred years ago, I'm sure we could manage a prototype now." Faren looks ready to retort but before he can open his mouth the Duke raises his hand to silence him. You can see the metaphorical smoke coming out of his ears and it fills you with joy. "$title $name is right." States the Duke. "Oja, draft a missive to Maester Verin to research these contraptions." Oja nods dutifully, her face impassive. <<else>>"Just because it hasn't been done before doesn't mean we can't try now!" You answer, racking your brain for ways this mechanism could work. Unfortunately you come up blank. "There has to be a way to get our soldiers on those nets." Faren looks at you like a hare caught in a trap. "At this rate, the only way our soldiers are ending up on those nets is dead." He looks at your father now. "As long as we control the area of the fire, we should go with the Duke's plan. But thank you for your participation $title Ledici." His last comment is filled with condescension. It takes all your self control not to strangle him then and there. "Arborist Valar is right." Proclaims the Duke. "We shall proceed with destroying the hemp nets. Oja, draft a missive of our plans for the sprigs." Oja nods dutifully, her face impassive. <</if>> [[Next|1c8]]

"We should call on the Red Guard." You say confidently. "They'd make short work of the Feuonian sprig soldiers. It would only take one organized attack to dismantle their netting fully and cripple them for future attacks." "There's a reason the Red Guard is kept at the estate, the Feuonian are not your only enemies $title Ledici." Faren replies, you can see his gears whirring, searching for ways to undermine you. "Sending your elite soldiers off will create an opportunity for any who wish harm on the Duke. How do you plan to keep your home safe?" <<if $strength gte 5>> <<set $duke +=1>> <<set $krev += 5>> <<set $strength += 5>> You scoff at his argument, "The Red Guard is getting rusty, I've seen it first hand. Sending them to the sprigs will keep them sharp, I have no use for dull blades." You speak with the security of someone who is not afraid of confrontation. "I can easily take care of myself and the Duke for the time in which they are deployed. If you think otherwise, I'd be happy to prove you wrong." There's a threatening edge to your words. Faren's too smart to take you up on that last part, he knows he'd lose if it came to a duel. He might have the upper-hand in the hall, but you're stronger outside of it. You think you hear him muttering under his breath. "$title $name is right." States the Duke. "Oja, draft a missive to Marshal Razfer, let him know we will require part of his guard on the sprig." Oja nods dutifully, her face impassive. <<else>>"I can take care of myself." That gets you some skeptical looks. You're not a terrible fighter, but you can't compare to the skill of a Red Guard. "I think the reward outweighs the risk." Faren doesn't even bother to look at you as he replies. "Why take a risk at all when we have other options viable?" He's addressing the council. "As long as we control the burning, we should go with the Duke's plan. But thank you for your participation $title Ledici." His last comment is filled with condescension. It takes all your self control not to strangle him then and there. "Arborist Valar is right." Proclaims the Duke. "We shall proceed with destroying the hemp nets. Oja, draft a missive of our plans for the sprigs." Oja nods dutifully, her face impassive. <</if>> [[Next|1c8]]

<<if $charisma gt 5>>You try not to feel too smug about your success this meeting. It's a small step to proving your worth as heir and you still have a long way to go. <<elseif $wit gt 5>>You try not to feel too smug about your success this meeting. Its a small step to proving your worth as heir and you still have a long way to go. <<elseif $strength gt 5>>You try not to feel too smug about your success this meeting. Its a small step to proving your worth as heir and you still have a long way to go. <<else>>That could've gone better, but you won't let one meeting discourage you. You still have to prove your worth as the heir. <</if>>You know the reason people doubt your competency has nothing to do with your skills. After your mother passed, you fell extremely ill. Some say it was grief, there was even rumours of you carrying the same plague that infected Taris. You admit grief probably played a part in it, but it's not the whole story. In the years following her death your body seemed to reject itself; you couldn't keep food down, you were extremely sensitive to certain fabrics against your skin, the world was too loud, too bright. You remember it as if it was a nightmare, all in hazy details and overwhelming distress. The worst part, however, was the terrible pain in your chest, your heart constricting until it felt like it would burst. You still get flashes of pain sometimes, ghosts of what you suffered through. It took years for you to recover, the return to society from the confines of your room was gradual and painful. The court didn't see you as the promising young heir anymore, but as a liability to Ledici's future. There was even talk of naming your younger brother heir instead. You don't let that kind of talk prevail anymore. "Now, to more pressing matters." Begins your father, leaving you to wonder what could possibly be more pressing than an impending war with Feuon. "It's time to discuss the heir's Path." [[Next|1c8.1]]

"Are you unwell, Father?" "I am fine, there's nothing to be concerned about". He seems irritated that you addressed him in such familiar terms. His gaze goes absent for a second. "The Gods have spoken to me, and they're ready for you to present yourself." "The truth is, the Gods have been impatient since Taris fell. They need the reasurance that we wont make the same mistakes as them. Your Path will give them that." He elaborates. "How soon will the heir walk the Path?" Asks Oja, you can see concern burrowing in her brow. "As soon as we can organize it, it will be a small entourage. I will need you to select two members of the Red Guard that you can entrust the heir's safety with." Responds the Duke. "I have spoken to Reverend Dasius and Maester Ajuna, but they should be notified of the date of departure." Ajuna knew and she didn't tell you. You try to swallow your resentment but you hate being kept in the dark, especially by the people you trust most. The Duke turns to the next chancellor, "Torin, you have a week to organize provisions. The Path will take approximately eighty days, make sure they are properly stocked." He turns to the final chancellor, "Krev, you will be going with them." Krev looks like he's about to argue, a touch of hurt on his features, but a stern look from your father mollifies him. "Yes, my Duke." "I will be going too." Says Faren, a determined look on his face. [[Next|1c10]]

"Why now?" "Because they will it so." His gaze goes absent for a second. "The Gods have spoken to me, and they're ready for you to present yourself." "The truth is, the Gods have been impatient since Taris fell. They need the reasurance that we wont make the same mistakes as them. Your Path will give them that." He elaborates. "How soon will the heir walk the Path?" Asks Oja, you can see concern burrowing in her brow. "As soon as we can organize it, it will be a small entourage. I will need you to select two members of the Red Guard that you can entrust the heir's safety with." Responds the Duke. "I have spoken to Reverend Dasius and Maester Ajuna, but they should be notified of the date of departure." Ajuna knew and she didn't tell you. You try to swallow your resentment but you hate being kept in the dark, especially by the people you trust most. The Duke turns to the next chancellor, "Torin, you have a week to organize provisions. The Path will take approximately eighty days, make sure they are properly stocked." He turns to the final chancellor, "Krev, you will be going with them." Krev looks like he's about to argue, a touch of hurt on his features, but a stern look from your father mollifies him. "Yes, my Duke." "I will be going too." Says Faren, a determined look on his face. [[Next|1c10]]

"I'm not ready." Your father narrows his eyes, "Whether you are ready or not is of little importance." His gaze goes absent for a second. "The Gods have spoken to me, and they wish for you to present yourself." "The truth is, the Mycelian have been restless since Taris fell. They need the reasurance that we wont make the same mistakes as them. Your Path will give them that." He elaborates. "How soon will the heir walk the Path?" Asks Oja, you can see concern burrowing in her brow. "As soon as we can organize it, it will be a small entourage. I will need you to select two members of the Red Guard that you can entrust the heir's safety with." Responds the Duke. "I have spoken to Reverend Dasius and Maester Ajuna, but they should be notified of the date of departure." Ajuna knew and she didn't tell you. You try to swallow your resentment but you hate being kept in the dark, especially by the people you trust most. The Duke turns to the next chancellor, "Torin, you have a week to organize provisions. The Path will take approximately eighty days, make sure they are properly stocked." He turns to the final chancellor, "Krev, you will be going with them." Krev looks like he's about to argue, a touch of hurt on his features, but a stern look from your father mollifies him. "Yes, my Duke." "I will be going too." Says Faren, a determined look on his face. [[Next|1c10]]

You turn to look at him so fast you almost get whiplash. You try to catch his gaze but he's facing towards your father. Why would he want to be part of your Path? Weeks of walking on the ground in darkness, with meager rations and constant danger at your heels. You need to figure out what kind of angle he's playing. You've heard of heirs bringing their allies and friends to the ground with them, but it's not common. The risk that they might not come back is too large. Even then, Faren is far from an ally, much less a friend. "You can't supervise my heir within the canopy Arborist Valar." Says the Duke, staring him down. "What makes you think I could entrust you with their protection throughout the Path?" Faren, to your delight, looks ashamed. Leave it to the Duke to break his impenetrable facade. He recovers quickly, however, setting his shoulders back, a pleasant smile pasted on his face. "If you'll allow me the conceit, I am the strongest Arborist on this tree. Maybe the entirety of the Thicket." Begins Faren, an ingratiating smile on his face. If it were anyone else this statement would sound pompous, but you've been around him long enough to know it might just be true. "I can be an invaluable asset to $title Ledici and the rest of the expedition." "If your skills are as unique as you claim, you're an asset that should not be risked on such a dangerous mission." Supplies Oja. "Your ability in Arborism is a much more valuable skill within the Canopy than outside of it." Says your father, supporting Oja's argument. You can't help but be hurt that they seem more worried about Faren's return than your own. Faren stands up suddenly, something desperate in his eyes. "Duke Ledici, my work here is not nearly as important as the Path. It would be an honor for me to partake in this journey. To //complete// it." The Duke now has a curious expression in his face, something Faren said seeming to amuse him. After a moment of deliberation he says, "Arborist Valar will walk the Path." Faren takes a seat, muttering a soft "Thank you, my Duke" as he does. The Duke sighs tiredly. "If that's all, this meeting is adjourned." You rise with the rest of the council and follow them to the doors. You turn before exiting the hall to look back at your father. You don't think you've ever seen him look so old. <<if $strength gte 5>> <<set $strength +=5>><<elseif $charisma gte 5>><<set $charisma += 5>><<elseif $wit gte 5>><<set $wit +=5>><</if>> [[Next|1c11]]

As the rest of the chancellors go their own way, you see Faren walking down the hall ahead of you. What was going on with him near the end? It's not like Faren to break his composture, especially in front of the other chancellors. You can tell his status is important to him, it's reflected in his mannerisms, his immaculate suits. Even the way he walks, chin always held high. You like to think you bring out the worst in him. You count yourself amongst the few that can make him sport an ugly scowl. If the council saw you drive him up the walls you doubt they'd have the same high opinion of him. But, other than by your hand, you've rarely seen him drop his act. You remember him snapping at a noble who refused to pay him for his services. The Layrd had assumed Faren's indenture to the Duke made him a public servant. If there's something Faren can't stand is nobles who didn't earn their place treating him like he's below them. You've used that to your advantage when he gets too insufferable. His behaviour brings a myriad of questions to your head. There has to be a reason why Faren wants to join the Path. As flattered as you are, you don't think it has anything to do with you. A part of you wonders if it's related to Taris. There is no definite proof, but many Maesters theorize that his tree's sickness came from the ground. Another reason why the people of Ledici believe the burning of Taris was righteous, it was practically demanded by the gods. Should you confront him and try to find out more information? You take a quick glance at the dying light out the window and are reminded of your meeting with Reva. She'll be waiting for you outside the temple come sundown, if you go with Faren you won't make it there on time. [[You decide to confront Faren, punctuality be damned. |1c12.f]] [[You don't want to dissappoint Reva, you know she values punctuality. Whatever he's planning you won't find out by asking anyways. |1c12.r]]

The houses are bigger here, decadent by the standard of those in the Seed district. Their wooden facades seem to rise out of the branches themselves, blending seamlessly into the structure of the tree, their sap glass windows glowing from within. They're a marvelous combination of Arborism and wood carving. However, the real jewel of the Ledici tree is at its peak. Intricately carved from the trunk itself, your estate rises wrapped in colorful foliage and winding branches, modeled like the castles from the old world. It stands solitary at the top, as beautiful as it is inaccessible. For most people at least; for the Ledici heir, it's a different story. The entrance to the trunk is a lot better guarded here. You smile at the guards as they open the heavy wooden doors to let you in, nodding at you complacently. You start climbing the spiraling staircase, your figure illuminated by the small round windows carved on the side of the trunk. [[You felt yourself getting winded on the way up. You had preferred to sharpen your wit, rather than strengthen your muscles. |1c3][$wit to 5]] [[You felt yourself getting winded on the way up. You had always relied more on your charm than your muscles.|1c3][$charisma to 5]] [[You bounded up the steps two at a time. Stairs were never your enemy.|1c3][$strength to 5]]

<<set $reva += 5>> <<set $plan += 1>> You leave Faren to his own machinations and decide to head to the temple instead. Reva likes to be on time, you'd be surprised if she isn't waiting for you already. You had arranged to meet with her after her afternoon prayers. As Reverend Dasius' postulant, she spends her days at the temple making sure his every whim is fulfilled. You're surprised she's stuck around for so long, most postulants don't make it past the second month. You can't say you don't welcome the change. Reva is one of your greatest sources of intelligence, and you happen to enjoy the time spent with her as well. You first met Reva last winter, when you began to search the temples for any connections to your mother's dissapearance. Reva grew on you quickly, impressing you with her wit, assertiveness and knack to get information she wasn't exactly privy on. What started as a business relationship trading in secrets, soon became something like friendship. The branch leading to the Mycelian temple is angled skywards, steps carved into the ground to make the ascent easier. The rays of light angling through its pronged structure make it look truly holy as the sun sets behind it. You can see Reva's tall sillhouette standing beside it, biding goodbye to the Reverend before she's off for the evening. As you get closer you can see her sticking her tongue out at him when he turns away, sending a wink in your direction. Not very appropriate for an aspiring priestess. [[ Reva's disregard for authority is one of the things that drew you to her. You give her a wide grin. |1c13.1r][$brash += 1]] [[You like Reva, but you wish she weren't so flippant all the time. You give her an admonishing look. |1c13.2r][$brash -= 1]] [[ Reva's antics rival your own. You make a face at the Reverend's receding figure. |1c13.3r][$humor += 1]] [[You feel a chill run down your back. What if he'd seen her?! |1c13.4r][$meek += 1]]

<<set $plan -= 1>> <<set $reva -=5>> You follow after Faren, running to catch up to him. You can tell he hears you from the way his back tenses, his vest raising around his shoulders. You can see his wooden hand twitch. It's a nervous habit he has, fiddling with the arborism on his arm causing it to shift and flow. He doesn't bother turning your way as you fall into step besides him, and only addresses you once you've followed him into the gardens. You're still on estate grounds, but the air here is different. It feels more relaxed, although not entirely removed from the politics that plague the hardwood interior. The garden is meticulously tended by servants, tall rose bushes and hedges forming a labyrinth perfect for intrigue. "Spill it out $name , I have things to do and I'd rather get this over quickly." He says, stopping next to a tall hedge that gives you a modicum of privacy. He's facing you now, and in the late afternoon light you can see how tired he looks. His eyes are dark around the edges from lack of sleep, but there's a restless energy emanating from him. Whatever is bothering him must be serious. [[ "What the hell happened at that meeting?" You say, straight to the point. |1c13.1f][$meek -= 1]] [[ "Maybe I just want to thank you for your gracious offer to walk the path with me." You say, sarcastically. |1c13.2f][$humor += 1]] [[ "I was hoping we could discuss what happened at the meeting." You speak cautiously. |1c13.3f][$meek +=1]]

Reva grins back and meets you halfway up the steps. She takes you by the arm and turns you towards the way you came from. "Why make me walk up all those steps if we're not even going to speak at the temple?" You ask Reva as she walks you down towards the trunk. "Ugh, I've had enough of the Reverend for one day. For a lifetime really." She responds with a sigh. "Right now I need to be as far away from the temple as possible." "Don't tell me he finally got to you... You were so close to beating the last record." You're teasing her but there's a flash of determination in her eyes. "Oh no, I'm coming back tomorrow. If he thinks he can break me by making me scrub the temple floors while reciting the Mycelian's seventy mandates for a mind free of sin, he's very wrong." Her eyes are narrowed now. You wonder sometimes if she's really just stubborn instead of pious. You look back at the temple one more time before you enter the passage within the trunk. [[You consider yourself religious and you like to think the gods are watching out for you from below. |1c14.r][$religious = 1]] [[When you look down at the emptiness below the branches you find it hard to believe there's a higher power down there. |1c14.r][$religious = -1]]

Reva rolls her eye at your expression and meets you halfway up the steps. She takes you by the arm and turns you towards the way you came from. "Why make me walk up all those steps if we're not even going to speak at the temple?" You ask Reva as she walks you down towards the trunk. "Ugh, I've had enough of the Reverend for one day. For a lifetime really." She responds with a sigh. "Right now I need to be as far away from the temple as possible." "I don't know how you're so casual with him. It's only a matter of time before he stops tolerating your antics" You tell her with a touch of concern. There's a flash of determination in her eyes as she responds. "It won't be that easy for him to get rid of me. There are definetly things he doesn't like about me but he knows I'm damn good at my job." A slow grin is forming on her face. "Plus, I know how to play nice in front of the right people." Sometimes you wonder whether she's pious or just plain stubborn. You look back at the temple one more time before you enter the passage within the trunk. [[You consider yourself religious and you like to think the gods are watching out for you from below. |1c14.r][$religious = 1]] [[When you look down at the emptiness below the branches you find it hard to believe there's a higher power down there. |1c14.r][$religious = -1]]

Reva smothers a laugh and meets you halfway up the steps. She takes you by the arm and turns you around the way you came from. "Why make me walk up all those steps if we're not even going to speak at the temple?" You ask Reva as she walks you down towards the trunk. "Ugh, I've had enough of the Reverend for one day. For a lifetime really." She responds with a sigh. "Right now I need to be as far away from the temple as possible." "Don't tell me he finally got to you... You were so close to beating the last record." You're teasing her but there's a flash of determination in her eyes. "Oh no, I'm coming back tomorrow. If he thinks he can break me by making me scrub the temple floors while reciting the Mycelian's seventy mandates for a mind free of sin, he's very wrong." Her eyes are narrowed now. You wonder sometimes if she's just stubborn instead of pious. You look back at the temple one more time before you enter the passage within the trunk. [[You consider yourself religious and you like to think the gods are watching out for you from below. |1c14.r][$religious = 1]] [[When you look down at the emptiness below the branches you find it hard to believe there's a higher power down there. |1c14.r][$religious = -1]]

Reva raises an eyebrow at your expression and meets you halfway up the steps. She takes you by the arm and turns you towards the way you came from. "Why make me walk up all those steps if we're not even going to speak at the temple?" You ask Reva as she walks you down towards the trunk. "Ugh, I've had enough of the Reverend for one day. For a lifetime really." She responds with a sigh. "Right now I need to be as far away from the temple as possible." "I don't know how you act so casual with him. It's only a matter of time before he stops tolerating your antics" You tell her with a touch of concern. There's a flash of determination in her eyes when she responds. "It won't be that easy for him to get rid of me. There are definetly things he doesn't like, but he knows I'm damn good at my job." A slow grin is forming on her face. "Plus, I know how to play nice in front of the right people." Sometimes you wonder whether she's pious or just plain stubborn. You look back at the temple one more time before you enter the passage within the trunk. [[You consider yourself religious and you like to think the gods are watching out for you from below. |1c14.r][$religious = 1]] [[When you look down at the emptiness below the branches you find it hard to believe there's a higher power down there. |1c14.r][$religious = -1]]

<<if $religious gt 0>> "I know you like visiting the temple but I want to take you somewhere else this time." Says Reva, following your gaze. <<elseif $religious lt 0>> "I thought you'd enjoy a change of scenery too." Says Reva following your eyes towards the temple. "Come on, I want to take you somewhere." <</if>> Reva starts bounding the steps within the trunk. You've always wondered how she manages to stay fit as a postulant. It's not exactly a physically demanding position. She looks back every couple steps to make sure you're still there and continues her way down. The Upper Canopy temple is situated relatively close to your estates, making it easy for the Duke and his family to fulfill their religious duties. You remember being dragged there on a particularly bad night as a child. You had been shaking all night, your body icy no matter how many blankets were thrown on you, an immense pain radiating from your chest. You had scared the wits out of Ajuna, she said your body was as cold as a corpse. You spent a lot of time with her while you were sick. She was not only the Maester in charge of tutoring you, but one of the best medics in the canopy. Her small talent in Arborism gave her an edge when it came to healing. Ajuna is not particularly religious, but that night she'd been desperate. You remember her sitting on the temple floor, begging the gods for forgiveness. For what, she never told you. <<if $religious lt 0>>It was the first time you'd seen her pray and although you didn't share her beliefs, you were relieved that she could find comfort in them. The fact that you survived the night was short of a miracle. But you know the truth isn't that the gods had offered you mercy. You were the one fighting to survive, and they're not getting any of the credit for your victory. <<else>> It was the first time you'd seen her pray, and the scene had filled you with comfort. The fact that you survived that night was a miracle. You knew the gods were looking after you, protecting you from below. You made a point to show your gratitude by visiting the temple regularly. <</if>> You almost go barreling into Reva as she makes a sudden stop by a door you don't recognize. She opens it to a small branch illuminated by lanterns, with a round platform at its end. From it, the branch suddenly turns on a ninety degree angle, spliting into much smaller sprigs where a flock of birds are perched. It almost looks like a small tree. You follow Reva as she walks towards it. [[Next|1c15.r]]

Reva's long legs swing lazily beneath her as she sits on the edge of the platform, her long robes flowing with the movement. She has a contradicting kind of beauty. A strong jaw accompanied by soft lips, thick downturned brows with cunning eyes. Reva has tawny brown skin, her wavy chin-length hair a few tones darker. You'd like to think she radiates the same warmth as a hearth, but really she's a wildfire. <<if $brash gt $meek>>You sit down on the edge besides her, staring down at the expanse of branches below you and the darkness beneath that. <<else>>You're careful not to get too close to the edge as you sit besides Reva. You don't want to risk looking down in your precarious position.<</if>> Reva points towards the birds. "I love coming here for them." She meets your eyes with a smile. "Do you know what kind of species they are?" You look at their sharp beaks and silky charcoal coat of feathers. <<if $wit gte 5>>"Of course I do. Ravens are rare in Ledici but I've seen pictures of them in books, they've been around since before the ascension." You say, trying not to roll your eyes at the question. "Did you know they're also one of the most intelligent animals? I've heard the old world used to train them to send missives to people far from their reach." <<else>>"They're one of the species from the old world right? I can't remember what they're called, they're not that common in Ledici." You answer, trying to inspect the birds more closely. "Ravens." she says chasing their figures with her eyes. "They're one of the most intelligent species of animal. I've heard the old world used to train them to send missives to people far from their reach. " <</if>> "If only we could do that now," you reply wistfully, "it would save me a whole lot of time if I didn't have to walk all around the canopy." Reva raises an eyebrow at that, "You expect me to believe that the Duke's child doesn't have servants to deliver their missives?" You bat at her in response and she laughs. "How was the council meeting today, anything interesting happen?" There's a curious glint in her eyes. [["Just the usual, impeding war, Faren trying to charm the chancellors, my father scaring the wits out of them. Oh and I'm walking the Path in a week." You tell her with a touch of wry humour.|1c16.1r][$humor += 1]] [["Just the usual, impeding war with Feuon, Faren trying to charm the chancellors, my father scaring the wits out of them." You tell her, avoiding the subject of the Path.|1c16.2r][$humor +=1]] [["Today was odd. Relations with Feuon are getting worse and... and my father wants me to walk the Path in a week." You tell her in a serious tone.|1c16.3r][$humor -=1]] [["Nothing too out of the ordinary, but relations with Feuon seem to be getting worse by the day." You tell her, avoiding the subject of the Path. |1c16.4r][$humor -=1]]

<<set $reva += 5>> <<set $seal to "yes">> "Just the usual, impeding war, Faren trying to charm the chancellors, my father scaring the wits out of them. Oh and I'm walking the Path in a week." You tell her with a touch of wry humour. "You're what?!" She exclaims, her eyes widening. "I thought you didn't have to walk until after... you know... after the Duke passes." She's wringing her hands, you can tell the news disturbed her. "Ordinarily, I wouldn't have to walk the Path yet. But nothing's been ordinary since Taris fell." Your gaze darkens, thinking of how much the Thicket is changing. "My father says the gods are restless." Reva sighs, "This explains why Reverend Dasius has been so insufferable lately. I knew there was something on his mind, I just couldn't figure out what. He's going with you isn't he?" "He is, Ajuna and Krev too." You reply watching the ravens fly to and fro the branch. "Faren practically begged my father to come." You add after a beat, still pondering his reasoning. "I know he's a scheeming bastard but that's just odd." Reva says with a whistle. "What is he trying to achieve?" You can see her wheels turn, trying to make sense of the story. "I don't know, but I plan on finding out." You can't trust Faren. You sit companionably with Reva for a while, enjoying the cool night breeze and speaking of more trivial matters. Eventually she rises from her spot, sending you a serious look. She's ready to do business. "Well, you sure have a lot on your plate, Dukeling." Says Reva, using her favourite nickname for you. "With that in mind, I'll let you choose who you want information on tonight." [[ "Tell me what you know about Krev." |1c17.1r]] [[ "Is there anything I wouldn't know about Ajuna?" |1c17.2r]] [[ "What can you tell me about Faren?" |1c17.3r]] [[ "Any rumors of the Duke?" |1c17.4r]]

"Just the usual, impeding war with Feuon, Faren trying to charm the chancellors, my father scaring the wits out of them." You tell her, avoiding the subject of the Path. She hums at the news. Something in her eyes tells you she knows you're not telling her the whole story. However, she doesn't press you, instead choosing to say, "I knew the sprigs were getting bad, but I didn't think we were nearing another war." "It seems like we can't escape it." You answer, looking down at the darkness beneath the branches. "It hasn't even been forty years since Feuon was occupied, and now they want to start another war? Not to mention the civil war in Galen a couple decades ago." Reva tenses, her words muted "You'd think we'd learn from the leaders before us. I hope you do." That last bit is almost a whisper. "You know I'm not like my father Reva." You reply, surprised by her admission. Reva's bold, but what she's implying is borderline treason. "I don't wish to monger war, but I need to play the council's game if I want them to respect me. I know some of them don't agree with my father's choice to keep me as heir." That's why the Path is so important. Maybe your father wants you to complete it once and for all to prove to the council that you're not the feeble child you once were. It's smart, he's allowing you to substantiate your claim before he's too far gone to help you. "If you say so..." Reva says with a weak smile. You know Reva likes you, but she doesn't trust you quite yet. You sit companionably with Reva for a while, enjoying the cool night breeze and speaking of more trivial matters. Eventually she rises from her spot, sending you a serious look. She's ready to do business. "I have some information for you." She continues. "It's about your father." [[ "What has he done now?" You say with a wry smile. |1c17.5r]] [[ "This better be good." You mutter, it's never good when it concerns your father. |1c17.5r]] [[ "And you're sure I don't know it already?" You ask teasingly.|1c17.5r]]

<<set $reva += 5>> <<set $seal to "yes">> "Today was odd. Relations with Feuon are getting worse and... and my father wants me to walk the Path in a week." You tell her in a serious tone. "You're what?!" She exclaims, her eyes widening. "I thought you didn't have to walk until after... you know, after the Duke passes." She's wringing her hands, you can tell the news disturbed her. "Ordinarily, I wouldn't have to walk the Path yet. But nothing's been ordinary since Taris fell." Your gaze darkens, thinking of how much the Thicket is changing. "My father says the gods are restless." Reva sighs, "This explains why Reverend Dasius has been so insufferable lately. I knew there was something on his mind, I just couldn't figure out what. He's going with you isn't he?" "He is, Ajuna and Krev too." You reply watching the ravens fly to and fro the branch. "Faren practically begged my father to come." You add after a beat, still pondering his reaction. "I know he's a scheeming bastard but that's just odd." Reva says with a whistle. "What is he trying to achieve?" You can see her wheels turn, trying to make sense of the story. "I don't know, but I plan on finding out." You can't trust Faren. You sit companionably with Reva for a while, enjoying the cool night breeze and speaking of more trivial matters. Eventually she rises from her spot, sending you a serious look. She's ready to do business. "Well, you sure have a lot on your plate, Dukeling." Says Reva, using her favourite nickname for you. "With that in mind, I'll let you choose who you want information on tonight. Maybe, I'll even give you a discount." [[ "Tell me what you know about Krev." |1c17.1r]] [[ "Is there anything I wouldn't know about Ajuna?" |1c17.2r]] [[ "What can you tell me about Faren?" |1c17.3r]] [[ "Any rumors on my father?" |1c17.4r]]

"Nothing too out of the ordinary, but relations with Feuon seem to be getting worse by the day." You tell her, avoiding the subject of the Path. She hums at the news. Something in her eyes tells you she knows you're not giving her the whole story. However, she doesn't press you, instead choosing to say, "I knew the sprigs were getting bad, but I didn't think we were nearing another war." "It seems like we can't escape it." You answer, looking down at the darkness beneath the branches. "It hasn't even been forty years since Feuon was occupied, and now they want to start another war? Not to mention the civil war in Galen a couple decades ago." Reva tenses, her words muted "You'd think we'd learn from the leaders before us. I hope you do." That last bit is almost a whisper. "You know I'm not like my father Reva." You reply, surprised by her admission. Reva's bold, but what she's implying is borderline treason. "I don't wish to monger war, but I need to play the council's game if I want them to respect me. I know some of them don't agree with my father's choice to make me heir." That's why the Path is so important. Maybe your father wants you to complete it once and for all to prove to the council that you're not the feeble child you once were. It's smart, he's allowing you to substantiate your place as Duchess before he's too far gone to help you. "If you say so..." Reva says with a weak smile. You know Reva likes you, but she doesn't trust you quite yet. You sit companionably with Reva for a while, enjoying the cool night breeze and speaking of more trivial matters. Eventually she rises from her spot, sending you a serious look. She's ready to do business. "I have some information for you." She continues. "It's about your father." [[ "What has he done now?" You say with a wry smile. |1c17.5r]] [[ "This better be good." You mutter, it's never good when it concerns your father. |1c17.5r]] [[ "And you're sure I don't know it already?" You ask teasingly.|1c17.5r]]

<<set $krevsecret to "yes">> "Tell me what you know about Krev." You say. "Krev might seem like a drunkard and an fool," she begins, stating things you know too well already, "but he walked the Path with your father. You shouldn't underestimate his abilities when you're in the ground. He knows the terrain better than anyone." You're surprised. Your father never spoke much of his Path, it's prohibited. You don't doubt the gods in his head would've found a way to punish him if he did. However, Krev is painfully forthright. For him to be able to keep the nature of the Path secret... Maybe he has more depth than you gave him credit for. <<if $humor gte 0>> "Reva dearest, this is something I did not know nor suspect. I'd sing your praises more often, " you say, a smirk forming on your face, "if you weren't my spy." Reva laughs, "I'm hardly a spy, Dukeling. Just a nosy priestess in training." "It doesn't quite have the same ring to it." You're both smiling now. <<else>> "I would not have guessed." You say thoughtfully, a new picture of Krev forming in your mind. "Thank you, Reva. This is valuable information." "Always eager to serve, Dukeling." Reva answers with a smile. <</if>> Now that your business is concluded, you stand up and shake Reva's hand, handing her a few tokens as you do so. She surprises you by pulling you into a hug. "I'm not sure when I'll see you again $name . This is just in case you're gone before our next meeting." She tells you, in a more serious tone. [[You hug her back, grateful for this moment with her. |1c18.1r]] [[You awkwardly pat her back, trying to offer reassurance. |1c18.2r]] [[You feel like a bird in a trap and try to quickly extract yourself. |1c18.3r]]

<<set $ajunasecret to "yes">> "Is there anything I wouldn't know about Ajuna?" You ask. "I'm sure you know of Ajuna's little obsession with the old world." Reva begins. "What you don't know is that she's been selling some of her artifacts to an unknown buyer... Not even I could track them down." Ajuna's collection of ground artifacts is one of the things she treasures the most. It's incredibly hard for people to come by authentic old world items, most of them were brought over during the ascencion and were lost with time. The rest have been brought by people who completed the Path, but those are even rarer. The Path is an extremely secret ritual, divulging any information about it would cost someone more than their life. There are only rumours of what goes on down there. <<if $humor gte 0>> "Isn't that interesting... That's very unlike Ajuna." You respond, contemplating this newfound information. "Do you think she's swindling them with replicas?" A smile forms on your face at the thought. Reva laughs, "Unless her replicas are true copper then, no." "It wouldn't be the first time the old woman bartered her way out of the imposible." You're both smiling now. <<else>> "Why would Ajuna do that? They're her life's work." You say, trying to conceive her motives. "Thank you, Reva. This is valuable information." "Always eager to serve, Dukeling." Reva answers with a smile. <</if>> Now that your business is concluded, you stand up and shake Reva's hand, handing her a few tokens as you do so. She surprises you by pulling you into a hug. "I'm not sure when I'll see you again $name . This is just in case you're gone before our next meeting." She tells you, in a more serious tone. [[You hug her back, grateful for this moment with her. |1c18.1r]] [[You awkwardly pat her back, trying to offer reassurance. |1c18.2r]] [[You feel like a bird in a trap and try to quickly extract yourself. |1c18.3r]]

<<set $farensecret to "yes">> "What can you tell me about Faren?" You ask. "Arborist Faren Valar has a very interesting habit of sneaking into Oja's office. Of course he hasn't been caught, that would merit substantial consequences. But I've heard from more than one of your estate guards that he was seen exiting the room suspiciously, after hours, with a piece of parchment in hand." You know Faren is always trying to get an edge, but you thought betraying a chancellor's trust was below him. You wish you could get concrete evidence of the fact, show everyone what kind of person he really is. Unfortunately, you only have the vague account of two guards and Reva's thoughts on the matter. <<if $humor gte 0>> "This is good to know, but I am not entirely surprised" You say with a frown. "I'd be more shocked if you found a place in the estate in which Faren hasn't been seen lurking." Reva laughs, "I'm glad you're not in good terms, he'd replace me as informant in a second." "Informant?" You reply with a smirk. "Everyone knows we're just good friends who like to gossip." <<else>> "I wish I were more surprised." You say thoughtfully, thinking of how you can use this detail to ruin him. "Thank you, Reva. This is valuable information." "Always eager to serve, Dukeling." Reva answers with a smile. <</if>> Now that your business is concluded, you stand up and shake Reva's hand, handing her a few tokens as you do so. She surprises you by pulling you into a hug. "I'm not sure when I'll see you again $name . This is just in case you're gone before our next meeting." She tells you, in a more serious tone. [[You hug her back, grateful for this moment with her. |1c18.1r]] [[You awkwardly pat her back, trying to offer reassurance. |1c18.2r]] [[You feel like a bird in a trap and try to quickly extract yourself. |1c18.3r]]

"Any rumors on my father?" You ask. "I heard from a little bird that the Duke has written an official decree on his line of succession. Don't worry, you're still first. But there are other unexpected candidates on that document. I don't know quite who, but it was outrageous enough to get him in a screaming match with Krev about it." The line of succession, the people who will supplant you if you fail to return from your Path. The thought distresses you, but you know it's necessary. You imagine Elen is in that decree, seeing as he is your younger brother, but you can't imagine who else could have made it. It's not uncommon for nobles outside of the family to be named in the line of succession, which makes this new candidate all the more difficult to pinpoint. This makes it all the more important that you succeed. But the unfortunate truth is you don't know what to expect from the Path. The whole thing is kept a mystery, any secret divulged punishable by death. <<if $humor gte 0>> "An unexpected candidate you say... do you think it could be Ajuna?" You say, a wide smile forming on your face. "I wonder how fast she'd make it illegal for people to wake up before noon." Reva laughs, "As much as I'd like to see that happen, I don't think it's her." "That's too bad" You say, trying to piece the puzzle together. "I'll just have to trust her to keep whoever the Duke chose in check." <<else>> "First the Path and now the succession... I don't like this at all." You say, trying to see the bigger picture. "Thank you, Reva. This is valuable information." "Always eager to serve, Dukeling." Reva answers with a smile. <</if>> Now that your business is concluded, you stand up and shake Reva's hand, handing her a few tokens as you do so. She surprises you by pulling you into a hug. "I'm not sure when I'll see you again $name . This is just in case you're gone before our next meeting." She tells you, in a more serious tone. [[You hug her back, grateful for this moment with her. |1c18.1r]] [[You awkwardly pat her back, trying to offer reassurance. |1c18.2r]] [[You feel like a bird in a trap and try to quickly extract yourself. |1c18.3r]]

<<set $reva += 5>> Reva gives the best hugs. She holds you on the verge of suffocating you, her body suprisingly firm under her postulant's robes. It only lasts a couple seconds, but it leaves you feeling content, if somewhat bruised. <<if $humor gte 0>>"I'll make sure to bring you a souvenir." <<else>>"I'll be back soon."<</if>> You say to Reva as you walk towards the trunk, knowing you may not be back at all. She sends you one last smile, concern knitting around her eyes. You head into the stairway and close the door behind you. You still have business to attend to before the night is over. [[Next |1c19.r]]

<<set $reva += 5>> Reva holds you on the verge of suffocating you, her body suprisingly firm under her postulant's robes. You pat her back awkwardly as she hugs you. "You don't have to worry." You say, trying to sound confident. "I'll be fine." "I'm not worried." She whispers into your shoulder as she finally lets go. "I'll see you soon." You say to Reva as you walk towards the trunk, knowing it may be far from the truth. She sends you one last smile, concern knitting around her eyes. You head into the stairway and close the door behind you. You still have business to attend to before the night is over. [[Next|1c19.r]]

Reva holds you on the verge of suffocating you, her body suprisingly firm under her postulant's robes. You slowly extract yourself from her grip, feeling uncomfortable with the display of affection. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon." You say to Reva as you walk towards the trunk, knowing it may be far from the truth. She sends you one last smile, concern knitting around her eyes. You head into the stairway and close the door behind you. You still have business to attend to before the night is over. [[Next |1c19.r]]

<<set $dukesecret to "yes">> <<set $stealsletter to "yes">> "I heard from a little bird that the Duke has written an official decree on his line of succession. Don't worry, you're still first. But there are other unexpected candidates on that document. I don't know quite who, but it was outrageous enough to get him in a screaming match with Krev about it." The line of succession, the people who will supplant you if you fail to return from your Path. The thought distresses you, but you know it's necessary. You know Elen is in that decree, seeing as he is your younger brother, but you can't imagine who else could have made it. It's not uncommon for nobles outside of the family to be named in the line of succession, which makes this new candidate all the more difficult to pinpoint. You're realizing there's a lot more than just your life on the line if you don't finish the Path. Unfortunately, you don't know what to expect from it. The whole thing is kept a mystery, any secret divulged punishable by death. "You don't seem surprised that he's writing the decree already." Says Reva, studying your face intently. <<if $charisma gte 5>> You school your face into a sad smile. "You've seen the state the old man is in, I'm surprised he didn't write it sooner. Plus, those in the dukedom don't tend to have long lifespans; it's simply a necessary precaution." You state. Reva seems to relax at your words and you know you've appeased her curiosity. <<else>> "I mean, he had to do it eventually, right?" You say, trying not to twitch nervously. "Why would I be surprised? I'm sure it's just a precaution." Your voice quavers a little bit towards the end. Reva can definetly tell you're hiding something from her. <</if>> "I can't imagine who could be this unexpected heir though..." You continue, frowning at the thought of anyone else succeeding your father. "I know Elen is on there, but I can only guess at this controversial new candidate." "I'd like to think it's some bastard child from the Lower Canopy." Reva answers with a grin. "Leave it to your father to rattle things up." You scoff at the thought. With your meeting now concluded you stand up and shake Reva's hand, handing her a few tokens as you do so. It's getting late and you need to start thinking of tying any loose ends before you go down to the ground. As much as you hate to recognize it, you might not come back. [[You give Reva a hug before you leave, you don't know when you'll see her again.|1c18.4r]] [[You give Reva a proper goodbye, but you try not to make it too affectionate.|1c18.5r]] [[You keep the pleasantries brief, you have places to be. |1c19.r]]

You'd been hoping to meet with Ajuna before you went to sleep. You know she keeps irregular hours, and is most likely still in her study enjoying the company of her tea and a good book. You need to talk to her about your Path. If there's anyone who can give you advice it's Ajuna, especially since she knew about it before you did. Ajuna has rooms in the estate, they were given to her when she became your mentor. However, she hasn't used those since your recovery stabilized, when you no longer needed her close by. Ajuna values her privacy, and spends most of her time nowadays in a cottage on one of the lowest branches of the Upper Canopy. The branch she chose is old and creaks with every step, which gives her the added benefit of having no neighbours. Whenever you'd ask her to choose a safer dwelling she'd always respond that she can't think of a better way to die than plummeting to the ground with all her belongings. You've stopped arguing with her about it. You knock five times on Ajuna's door, a secret rythm she taught you long ago. She cracks open the door and grins at you when she sees you. After what sounds like ten different latches being released, Ajuna opens the door fully to let you in. You see your little brother Elen reading on an armchair behind her, a slight smile on his face. "I was wondering when you'd come visit me." Says Ajuna raising an eyebrow. "It seems it took you finding out you're walking the Path to finally come down." "Why didn't you tell me it was happening so soon? How long have you known?" You ask her, feeling somewhat betrayed. "I've known for less than a week. If you'd come visit me during that time I would've told you." She retorts back, not an ounce of shame. "Did you know?" You ask Elen, who looks at you with wide eyes. "I didn't, I swear!" He says, pleading. "Ajuna only told me today, during our lessons." "Don't pick on him, the poor child has been fretting for hours about your departure." Ajuna says, giving you a light slap on the arm with her book. Elen shoots you a shy smile. He's hardly a child now, going into his late teens, but you still feel protective of him. Not only is he your younger brother, but he's also the kindest soul you know. Too kind, if you were to ask your father. Ajuna walks over to the small hearth at the end of the room, putting down her book on a low table and taking the arm chair opposite Elen. The light of the hearth reflects on her umber skin, bringing warmth to her long copper hair. Ajuna has a stocky build, with a softness common in those who spend most of their time reading. She lifts up a dried gourd filled with tea leaves, which are filtered by a metal straw with holes at the bottom. It's one of her most prized possessions. Metal is an old world resource. It was either brought up during the ascension or by people who walk the Path, although the latter is highly illegal. She likes to drink tea this way because she believes that by keeping the customs of the old world alive, we are also keeping our ancestors alive within us. Her and Elen pass the gourd around, refilling it with hot water from the kettle when it's done. You remember doing the same with her when you were younger, the bitter aftertaste of the tea coming back to you. [[ "What are you still doing here Elen? You have lessons in the morning." You ask your younger brother sternly.|1c20.1][$humor -= 1]] [[ "I knew you were a bookworm, but this is getting excessive. At this rate you'll outread Ajuna in a couple years." You tease him, lightening the mood. |1c20.2][$humor += 1]] [[ "You should be studying in the estate. It's not becoming for a noble boy your age to be seen roaming the canopy late at night." You tell your younger brother. |1c20.3][$people -= 1]] [[ "I understand why you like spending your time here, Elen." You say, eyes roaming the ecclectic room. "I used to love the cottage when I was your age." |1c20.4][$people += 1]]

"I might not be able to meet for a while." You tell her, keeping it vague. "I have some things I have to do, but I'll try to be back soon." Reva gives you a curious look but nods. "I'll be waiting." She sends you one last smile as you walk towards the trunk, concern knitting around her eyes. You head into the stairway and close the door behind you. You still have business to attend to before the night is over. [[Next |1c19.r]]

<<set $reva += 5>> Reva seems surprised at first, but soon reciprocates. She holds you on the verge of suffocating you, her body suprisingly firm under her postulant's robes. It only lasts a couple seconds, but it leaves you feeling content, if somewhat bruised. "I'll be seeing you." You say to Reva as you walk towards the trunk, knowing you may not be back at all. She sends you one last smile, concern knitting around her eyes. You head into the stairway and close the door behind you. You still have business to attend to before the night is over. [[Next |1c19.r]]

"Maybe I just want to thank you for your gracious offer to walk the path with me." You say, sarcastically. Faren rolls his eyes at you, not in the mood for your quips. "Is that what this is about?" He replies exasperated. "You're upset I offered my help?" "Please, I'm ecstatic." You deadpan. Trying to get information out of Faren can feel like talking to a brick wall. "Humor me Faren, why do you want to walk the path? What's down there that you need so badly?" "You're not even a bit curious about what the ground is like?" He answers your question with another question, tapping his foot anxiously. "This isn't about me. I have to walk the path because it's my duty." You respond, feeling like the conversation has been turned on you. "Maybe it's my duty too, $title Ledici." He says, patience running thin. "As if you've ever cared about duty, everything you do is for your own self-interest" You step closer to him, hoping the words pull a reaction from him. "Why do you care if I go? Your odds of succeeding are better if I'm accompanying you." He says, deflecting again. "How charitable of you!" You reply wryly. "Do you expect me to trust you when you won't even tell me your real motives?" "I told you, I want to research the ground and the old world." He responds. "We both know that's a lie." You're starting to raise your voice. "You never cared about the ground before, not even when Ajuna would show us her collection of artifacts." "If you don't want to believe me, that's your problem." He replies with finality. "The Duke decided I'm going, so there's no reason to argue." [[ "After you practically grovelled at his feet. I wonder what the chancellors thought of your pitiful display." You say, words laced with venom.|1c14.1f]] [[ "I'm not trying to argue, Faren. I think I deserve to know what's going on, especially in such a high risk situation." You explain, fight draining out of you.|1c14.2f]] [[ "Fine! If you're not going to tell me then I guess I'll have to find out otherwise." You say, biting back your anger.|1c14.3f]]

"What the hell happened at that meeting?" You say, straight to the point. Faren seems a little taken aback, you can tell he spends a lot of his time with nobles who mince their words. "I don't know what you're talking about." He responds looking you in the eye. What a straight faced liar. "Don't play coy with me." You start, feeling frustrated. Trying to get information out of Faren can feel like talking to a brick wall. "Why do you want to walk the path? What's down there that you need so badly?" "You're not even a bit curious about what the ground is like?" He answers your question with another question, tapping his foot anxiously. "This isn't about me. I have to walk the path because it's my duty." You respond, feeling like the conversation has been turned from you. "Maybe it's my duty too, $title Ledici." He says, patience running thin. "As if you've ever cared about duty, everything you do is for your own self-interest" You step closer to him, hoping the words pull a reaction from him. "Why do you care if I go? Your odds of succeeding are better if I'm accompanying you." He says, deflecting again. "How am I supposed to trust you if you won't even tell me your real motives?" "I told you, I want to see the ground and the old world." He responds. "I know that's a lie, you never cared about the ground before. Not even when Ajuna would show us her collection of artifacts." You're starting to raise your voice. "If you don't want to believe me, that's your probelm." He replies with finality. "The Duke decided I'm going, so there's no reason to argue." [[ "After you practically grovelled at his feet. I wonder what the chancellors thought of your pitiful display." You say, words laced with venom.|1c14.1f]] [[ "I'm not trying to argue, Faren. I think I deserve to know what's going on, especially in such a high risk situation." You explain, fight draining out of you.|1c14.2f]] [[ "Fine! If you're not going to tell me then I guess I'll have to find out otherwise." You say, biting back your anger.|1c14.3f]]

"I was hoping we could discuss what happened at the meeting." You speak cautiously. Faren nods politely, ready to have a civil conversation with you. "By all means." He starts, checking his time piece quickly. "What would you like to discuss?" You should've known he wouldn't make it easy for you. "I'd like to speak with you about the Path." Trying to get information out of Faren can feel like talking to a brick wall. "I'm curious as to why you would volunteer, that's all." "For research, of course. You're not even a bit curious about what the Mycelian realm is like?" He questions you, tapping his foot anxiously. "This isn't about me. I have to walk the path because it's my duty." You respond, feeling like the conversation has been turned from you. "I have a duty too, $title Ledici." He says, patience running thin. "I wasn't aware your duty as Duke's Arborist included walking the Path..." You step closer, hoping the words pull a reaction from him. "I don't understand why you're so pressed about it, your odds of succeeding are better if I'm accompanying you." He says, deflecting again. "How am I supposed to trust you if I don't know your real motives?" "I told you, I'd like to do research on the ground and the old world." He responds. "I know that's a lie, you never cared about the ground before. Not even when Ajuna would show us her collection of artifacts." You're fighting to remain calm. "It seems nothing I do will make you believe me." He states with finality. "The Duke decided I'm going, so there's no reason to argue." [[ "After you practically grovelled at his feet. I wonder what the chancellors thought of your pitiful display." You say, words laced with venom.|1c14.1f]] [[ "I'm not trying to argue, Faren. I think I deserve to know what's going on, especially when we're both putting our life on the line." You explain, fight draining out of you.|1c14.2f]] [[ "Fine! If you're not going to tell me then I guess I'll have to find out otherwise." You say, biting back your anger.|1c14.3f]]

<<set $faren -=5>> "After you practically grovelled at his feet. I wonder what the chancellors thought of your pitiful display." You say, words laced with venom. If you were trying to break Faren's composture, you've achieved it. There's fury in his eyes, his next words clipped. "The council is glad I'm accompanying you. Do you really think they expect you to come back?" He lowers his voice to a whisper, bringing his face close to yours. "They think you're weak." That hits a nerve because it's true. You've always known the council's opinion of you, but hearing Faren say it is different. He wasn't there when you were at you worst, he didn't see how badly you were afflicted, and how far you've come in your recovery. <<if $brash gt 0>> "They may think I'm weak, but I'm still the heir." The words escape your mouth before you have a chance to stop them. "At least they don't see me as their Tarisian serf." There's a flash of hurt in his eyes at your words. He stands still for what feels like an eternity, only the sound of agitated breathing between the both of you. Eventually he pulls back and stalks away, leaving you standing alone in the garden. You let out a sigh of relief as he takes the bulding tension with him. [[You feel a pang of guilt at the words you said. Faren didn't deserve it.|1c15.11f]] [[You don't feel guilty in the slightest. Faren had it coming to him. |1c15.12f][$faren -= 5]] <<else>> You bite back the insults scratching at your throat, opting for staying silent instead. Faren stands still for what feels like an eternity, only the sound of agitated breathing between the both of you. Eventually you pull back and stalk away, leaving him standing alone in the garden. He must have realized how deep his barb stung; you saw a flash of guilt in his eyes before you turned away, vines in his left hand twisting restlessly. You compose yourself before you exit the garden, you have a meeting you're late for. [[Next|1c15.2f]] <</if>>

<<set $faren += 5 >> "I'm not trying to argue, Faren. I think I deserve to know what's going on, especially when both our lives are on the line." You explain, fight draining out of you. His body relaxes slightly as he sees your expression. It doesn't seem like he wants to argue either. You're surprised he even had the energy for your earlier squabble. "I appreciate it $name , but you need to let this go." He says, voice softening. "I'm telling you the truth." "What brought this curiosity on?" You ask gently, scared of ruining this momentary truce. "Is it because of Taris?" His hand twitches at the name and you think you might have pushed too far. "Partly." He says after a momentary pause, it looks like he's trying to find the words. "It's complicated." It's better than nothing, and if you continue this way he might even tell you in time. You don't remember the last time you had an honest conversation with Faren. You sigh and nod once, letting him know that you won't press. He almost looks like he's about to thank you, when he says, "If that's all, I have to go now. You know Ajuna doesn't like to be kept waiting." "Go, I wont take more of your time." As soon as you say it, he's walking away, leaving you alone in the garden. You start walking back the way you came from, you also have a meeting you're late for. [[Next|1c15.2f]]

"Fine! If you're not going to tell me then I guess I'll have to find out otherwise." You say, biting back your anger. Faren scoffs at your words, a cruel grin on his face. "I wish you all the luck with that $title Ledici." He analyzes you with his dark eyes. "You're not as cunning as you think." "And you have a habit of underestimating me Arborist Valar." You reply, using his name as an insult. "This wouldn't be the first time I've proven you wrong." "I'm guilty of many things, but I have never underestimated you." He says now, gaze almost softening. "You may be a pain in my ass, but you're a deserving rival." That leaves you speechless. You've heard many insults disguised as compliments from Faren, never the other way around. "But you fail to recognize when you're out of your depth." He continues, any softness gone. "Back off." The finality in his tone gives you pause. "What are you hiding?" You can't help but say, as he starts to walk away. He doesnt answer, and you're left standing alone in the garden. You don't stay still for long, you have a meeting you're late for. [[Next|1c15.2f]]

You had arranged to meet with Reva after her afternoon prayers. As Reverend Dasius' postulant, she spends her days at the temple making sure his every whim is fulfilled. You're surprised she's stuck around for so long, most postulants don't make it past the second month. You can't say you don't welcome the change. Reva is one of your greatest sources of intelligence, and you happen to enjoy the time spent with her as well. You first met Reva last winter, when you began to search the temples for connections to your mother's dissapearance. Reva grew on you quickly, impressing you with her wit, assertiveness and knack to get information she wasn't exactly privy on. What started as a business relationship trading in secrets, soon became something like friendship. The branch leading to the temple is angled skywards, steps carved into the ground to make the ascent easier. The rays of light angling through its pronged structure make it look truly holy as the sun sets behind it. Reva's not there, she probably got tired of waiting for you. You pass the Reverend sitting on a bench as you near the temple. "I was supposed to meet with Reva at sundown. Is she inside?" You ask the Reverend, who seems annoyed that you disturbed his peace. "She left a while ago." He responds. "She did leave a note for you by the door." You approach the door and see a piece of paper sticking from a knot in its wood. It reads: //meet me at the second branch to the left under the stairway that leads to the Dalia district.// You know how to get to Dalia but you've never bothered with this branch in particular. It must be one of the hundreds that are too small for any dwellings. You tuck the note in your pocket and wave at the Reverend as you head back where you came from. You look back at the temple one more time before you enter the passage within the trunk. [[You consider yourself religious and you like to think the gods are watching out for you from below. |1c16.f][$religious = 1]] [[When you look down at the emptiness below the branches you find it hard to believe there's a higher power down there. |1c16.f][$religious = -1]]

You wish your relationship with Faren wasn't so strained. He just makes it so hard for you to get along with, always scheeming to undermine you. You know it would be easier if you weren't both playing the same game, vying to win. You take your mind of Faren, there are more pressing matters at hand. You had arranged to meet with Reva after her afternoon prayers and you're late. As Reverend Dasius' postulant, she spends her days at the temple making sure his every whim is fulfilled. You're surprised she's stuck around for so long, most postulants don't make it past the second month. You can't say you don't welcome the change. Reva is one of your greatest sources of intelligence, and you happen to enjoy the time spent with her as well. You first met Reva last winter, when you began to search the temples for connections to your mother's dissapearance. Reva grew on you quickly, impressing you with her wit, assertiveness and knack to get information she wasn't exactly privy on. What started as a business relationship trading in secrets, soon became something like friendship. The branch leading to the temple is angled skywards, steps carved into the ground to make the ascent easier. The rays of light angling through its pronged structure make it look truly holy as the sun sets behind it. Reva's not there, she probably got tired of waiting for you. You pass the Reverend sitting on a bench as you near the temple. "I was supposed to meet with Reva at sundown. Is she inside?" You ask the Reverend, who seems annoyed that you disturbed his peace. "She left a while ago." He responds. "She did leave a note for you by the door." You approach the door and see a piece of paper sticking from a knot in its wood. It reads: //meet me at the second branch to the left under the stairway that leads to the Dalia district.// You know how to get to Dalia but you've never bothered with this branch in particular. It must be one of the hundreds that are too small for any dwellings. You tuck the note in your pocket and wave at the Reverend as you head back where you came from. You look back at the temple one more time before you enter the passage within the trunk. [[You consider yourself religious and you like to think the gods are watching out for you from below. |1c16.f][$religious = 1]] [[When you look down at the emptiness below the branches you find it hard to believe there's a higher power down there. |1c16.f][$religious = -1]]

Faren's attitude has toppled your patience. You don't have to mince your words with him when he pushes you to the brink. He's never going to change, and you want to make sure he doesn't think he can treat you however he wants. You take your mind of Faren, there are more pressing matters at hand. You had arranged to meet with Reva after her afternoon prayers and you're late. As Reverend Dasius' postulant, she spends her days at the temple making sure his every whim is fulfilled. You're surprised she's stuck around for so long, most postulants don't make it past the second month. You can't say you don't welcome the change. Reva is one of your greatest sources of intelligence, and you happen to enjoy the time spent with her as well. You first met Reva last winter, when you began to search the temples for connections to your mother's dissapearance. Reva grew on you quickly, impressing you with her wit, assertiveness and knack to get information she wasn't exactly privy on. What started as a business relationship trading in secrets, soon became something like friendship. The branch leading to the temple is angled skywards, steps carved into the ground to make the ascent easier. The rays of light angling through its pronged structure make it look truly holy as the sun sets behind it. Reva's not there, she probably got tired of waiting for you. You pass the Reverend sitting on a bench as you near the temple. "I was supposed to meet with Reva at sundown. Is she inside?" You ask the Reverend, who seems annoyed that you disturbed his peace. "She left a while ago." He responds. "She did leave a note for you by the door." You approach the door and see a piece of paper sticking from a knot in its wood. It reads: //meet me at the second branch to the left under the stairway that leads to the Dalia district.// You know how to get to Dalia but you've never bothered with this branch in particular. It must be one of the hundreds that are too small for any dwellings. You tuck the note in your pocket and wave at the Reverend as you head back where you came from. You look back at the temple one more time before you enter the passage within the trunk. [[You consider yourself religious and you like to think the gods are watching out for you from below. |1c16.f][$religious = 1]] [[When you look down at the emptiness below the branches you find it hard to believe there's a higher power down there. |1c16.f][$religious = -1]]

The Upper Canopy has a Mycelian temple which is situated relatively close to your estates, making it easy for the Duke and his family to fulfill their religious duties. You remember being dragged there on a particularly bad night as a child. You had been shaking for hours, your body icy no matter how many blankets were thrown on you, an immense pain radiating from your chest. You had scared the wits out of Ajuna, she said your body was as cold as a corpse. You spent a lot of time with her while you were sick. She was not only the Maester in charge of tutoring you, but one of the best medics in the canopy. Her small talent in Arborism gave her an edge when it came to healing. Ajuna is not particularly religious, but that night she'd been desperate. You remember her sitting on the temple floor, begging the gods for forgiveness. For what, she never told you. <<if $religious lt 0>>It was the first time you'd seen her pray and although you didn't share her beliefs, you were relieved that she could find comfort in them. The fact that you survived the night was short of a miracle. But you know the truth isn't that the gods had offered you mercy. You were the one fighting to survive, and they're not getting any of the credit for your victory. <<else>> It was the first time you'd seen her pray, and the scene had filled you with comfort. The fact that you survived that night was a miracle. You knew the gods were looking after you, protecting you from below. You made a point to show your gratitude by visiting the temple regularly. <</if>> You stop at the door to the location Reva directed you to. You open it to a small branch illuminated by lanterns, with a round platform at its end. From it, the branch suddenly turns in a ninety degree angle, spliting into much smaller sprigs where a flock of birds are perched. It almost looks like a small tree. You see Reva on the end of the branch and begin walking towards her. [[Next|1c17.f]]

Reva's long legs swing lazily beneath her as she sits on the edge of the platform, her long robes flowing with the movement. She has a contradicting kind of beauty. A strong jaw accompanied by soft lips, thick downturned brows with cunning eyes. Reva has tawny brown skin, her wavy chin-length hair a few tones darker. You'd like to think she radiates the same warmth as a hearth, but really she's a wildfire. <<if $brash gt $meek>>You sit down on the edge besides her, staring down at the expanse of branches below you and the darkness beneath that. <<else>>You're careful not to get too close to the edge as you sit besides Reva. You don't want to risk looking down in your precarious position.<</if>> Reva points towards the birds. "I love coming here for them." She meets your eyes with a smile. "Do you know what kind of species they are?" You look at their sharp beaks and silky charcoal coat of feathers. <<if $wit gte 5>>"Of course I do. Ravens are rare in Ledici but I've seen pictures of them in books. They've been around since before the ascension." You say, trying not to roll your eyes at the question. "Did you know they're also one of the most intelligent animals? I've heard the ground world used to train them to send missives to people far from their reach." <<else>>"They're one of the species from the old world right? I can't remember what they're called, they're not that common in Ledici." You answer, trying to inspect the birds more closely. "Ravens." she says chasing their figures with her eyes. "They're one of the most intelligent species of animal. I've heard the ground world used to train them to send missives to people far from their reach. " <</if>> "If only we could do that now," you reply wistfully, "it would save me a whole lot of time if I didn't have to walk all around the canopy." Reva raises an eyebrow at that, "You expect me to believe that the Duke's child doesn't have servants to deliver their missives?" You bat at her in response and she laughs. "We don't have much time, considering you were late." Reva says, shooting you an annoyed look. "Let's get straight to business. I have some interesting information regarding your father." [[ "What has he done now?" You say with a wry smile. |1c18.f]] [[ "This better be good." You mutter, it's never good when it concerns your father. |1c18.f]] [[ "And you're sure I don't know it already?" You ask teasingly.|1c18.f]]

<<set $dukesecret to "yes">> <<set $stealsletter to "yes">> "I heard from a little bird that the Duke has written an official decree on his line of succession. Don't worry, you're still first. But there are other unexpected candidates on that document. I don't know quite who, but it was outrageous enough for him to get in a screaming match with Krev." The line of succession, the people who will supplant you if you fail to return from your Path. The thought distresses you, but you know it's necessary. You know Elen is in that decree, seeing as he is your younger brother, but you can't imagine who else could have made it. It's not uncommon for nobles outside of the family to be named in the line of succession, which makes this new candidate all the more difficult to pinpoint. You're realizing there's a lot more than just your life on the line if you don't finish the Path. Unfortunately, you don't know what to expect from it. The whole thing is kept a mystery, any secret divulged punishable by death. "You don't seem surprised that he's writing the decree already." Says Reva, studying your face intently. You realize that Reva doesn't know that you're walking the Path early. <<if $charisma gte 5>> You school your face into a sad smile. "You've seen the state the old man is in, I'm surprised he didn't write it sooner. It's simply a necessary precaution." You state. Reva seems to relax at your words and you know you've appeased her curiosity. <<else>> "I mean, he had to do it eventually, right?" You say, trying not to twitch nervously. "Why would I be surprised? I'm sure it's just a precaution." Your voice wavers a little bit towards the end. Reva can definetly tell you're hiding something from her. <</if>> "I can't imagine who could be this unexpected heir though..." You continue, frowning at the thought of anyone else succeeding your father. "I know Elen is on there, but I can only guess at this controversial new candidate." "I'd like to think it's some bastard child from the Lower Canopy." Reva answers with a grin. "Leave it to your father to rattle things up." You scoff at the thought. With your meeting now concluded you stand up and shake Reva's hand, handing her a few tokens as you do so. It's getting late and you need to start thinking of tying any loose ends before you go down to the ground. As much as you hate to recognize it, you might not come back. [[You give Reva a hug before you leave, you don't know when you'll see her again.|1c18.4r]] [[You give Reva a proper goodbye, but you try not to make it too affectionate.|1c18.5r]] [[You keep the pleasantries brief, you have places to be. |1c19.r]]

"What are you still doing here Elen? You have lessons in the morning." You ask your younger brother sternly. Elen looks at you sheepishly, hiding behind the tea gourd. "I didn't realize how late it had gotten. Ajuna was teaching me about the uses of bark in the early Thicket and I got absorbed in the reading." He tells you, a weak smile on his face. <<if $wit gte 5>> You understand how he feels, you were much the same at his age. Ajuna has a wonderful collection of books in her cottage and you always wanted to stay for a little longer. <<elseif $charisma gte 5>> You don't quite understand how he can get so absorbed by reading. You always preffered learning things from the direct source, your greatest supply of knowledge the people you met around the canopy. You couldn't do much cooped up in Ajuna's cottage. <<else>> You don't quite understand how he can get so absorbed by reading. Even now, you're starting to feel restless. You always liked learning things by doing them hands on. You couldn't learn much cooped up in Ajuna's cottage.<</if>> "I'm not here to scold you." You say with a sigh. "But you should try to get some rest." "I will!" He exclaims. "One more chapter and I'll go back." You don't quite believe him, but you'll let it slide for now. You turn to Ajuna, you could use her advice at a time like this. If there's anyone in Ledici who knows information they shouldn't about what goes on in the Path it would be her. She may not have done it herself, but she has studied the old world long enough to tell you what to expect. <<if $krevsecret eq "yes">>Krev probably knows more, but you highly doubt that you could find anything substantial from him.<</if>> [["Is there anything you can tell me about the Path?" You ask.]] [["What should I expect of the ground?" You ask.]] [["Do you know anything about the ritual I must complete?" You ask.]]

Elen laughs, growing bolder as he looks at Ajuna's smile. "I don't think I have the stamina to catch up. She reads practically as much as me, even with her duties as a Maester." Says Elen, a glint of admiration in his eyes. "Let me know if you need me to sabotage her, I happen to be quite good at taking up Ajuna's time." You tell Elen with a grin. "You're getting rusty recently." Retorts Ajuna. "I've barely gotten any of your time in the last month. Who knew you were such a busy bee..." "I'm sorry, Ajuna." You appease her. "I promise to come read with you soon." <<if $wit gte 5>> And you mean it. You love reading here, you were much like Elen at his age. Ajuna has a wonderful collection of books in her cottage and you always wanted to stay for a little longer. <<elseif $charisma gte 5>> You'll try to keep your promise, but you don't quite understand how people can get so absorbed by reading. You always preffered learning things from the direct source, your greatest supply of knowledge the people you met around the canopy. You couldn't do much cooped up in Ajuna's cottage. <<else>> You'll do your best to swing by but you don't quite understand how they can get so absorbed by reading. Even now, you're starting to feel restless. You always liked learning things by doing them hands on. You couldn't learn much cooped up in Ajuna's cottage.<</if>> You take a seat on a sofa next to Ajuna, you could really use her advice at a time like this. If there's anyone in Ledici who knows information they shouldn't about what goes on in the Path it would be her. She may not have completed it herself, but she has studied the old world long enough to tell you what to expect. <<if $krevsecret eq "yes">>Krev probably knows more, but you highly doubt that you could find anything substantial from him.<</if>> [["Is there anything you can tell me about the Path?" You ask.]] [["What should I expect of the ground?" You ask.]] [["Do you know anything about the ritual I must complete?" You ask.]]

Eren lowers his eyes from yours, looking into the contents of the gourd instead. "I don't care what the rest of the nobles think about me." He responds quietly. "I like spending my time here." "You should care." You admonish him. "They're the people who you will someday have to appease if you intend to make any impact in court." "Maybe I don't want to make an impact." He tells you, raising his gaze. "Politics were never my thing anyways." "You might not have a choice." You say somberly, thinking of the upcoming path. He looks at you sadly. "I hardly think I'm the second in line, $name. It's probably prudent for me to stay out of the way of those who are. Might as well do it here reading." The comment gives you pause. You wish Elen had more confidence in himself <<if $wit gte 5>>but in a way, you understand how he feels. You were much the same at his age. Ajuna has a wonderful collection of books in her cottage and you always wanted to stay for a little longer to read. <<elseif $charisma gte 5>> and you don't quite understand how he can get so absorbed by reading. You always preffered learning things from the direct source, your greatest supply of knowledge the people you met around the canopy, especially other nobles. You couldn't do much cooped up in Ajuna's cottage. <<else>>, he needs to toughen up. You don't quite understand how he can get so absorbed by reading. Even now, you're starting to feel restless. You always liked learning things by doing them hands on. You couldn't learn much cooped up in Ajuna's cottage.<</if>> You take a seat on a sofa next to Ajuna, you could really use her advice at a time like this. If there's anyone in Ledici who knows information they shouldn't about what goes on in the Path it would be her. She may not have completed it herself, but she has studied the old world long enough to tell you what to expect. <<if $krevsecret eq "yes">>Krev probably knows more, but you highly doubt that you could find anything substantial from him.<</if>> [["Is there anything you can tell me about the Path?" You ask.]] [["What should I expect of the ground?" You ask.]] [["Do you know anything about the ritual I must complete?" You ask.]]

<<set $ajuna += 1>> Elen smiles at you, relieved that you didn't admonish him for being here late. "So you're not going to tell the Duke that I'm out here past sundown?" He says with a sheepish expression. "If I tried, he'd accuse me of being a hipocrite." You say with a laugh. "I used to beg Ajuna to take me to the cottage for our lessons." "That was long ago." Says Ajuna, raising an eyebrow. "I can barely get you to come visit me nowadays." "I'm sorry, Ajuna." You appease her. "I promise to come read with you soon." <<if $wit gte 5>> And you mean it. You love reading here, you were much like Elen at his age. Ajuna has a wonderful collection of books in her cottage and you always wanted to stay for a little longer.<<elseif $charisma gte 5>> You'll try to keep your promise, but you don't quite understand how people can get so absorbed by reading. You always preffered learning things from the direct source, your greatest supply of knowledge the people you met around the canopy. Although you preferred it to lessons in the boring estate classroom, you couldn't do much cooped up in Ajuna's cottage.<<else>> You'll do your best to swing by but you don't quite understand how they can get so absorbed by reading. Even now, you're starting to feel restless. You always liked learning things by doing them hands on. Although you preferred it to lessons in the boring estate classroom, you couldn't learn much cooped up in Ajuna's cottage.<</if>> You take a seat on a sofa next to Ajuna, you could really use her advice at a time like this. If there's anyone in Ledici who knows information they shouldn't about what goes on in the Path it would be her. She may not have completed it herself, but she has studied the old world long enough to tell you what to expect. <<if $krevsecret eq "yes">>Krev probably knows more, but you highly doubt that you could find anything substantial from him.<</if>> [["Is there anything you can tell me about the Path?" You ask.]] [["What should I expect of the ground?" You ask.]] [["Do you know anything about the ritual I must complete?" You ask.]]

Ajuna's eyes are serious. She spends a moment deep in thought before answering. "If I knew anything substantial, telling you would be close to treason." Ajuna replies, lowering her voice. "I can tell you that there has not been a single ruler in the entirety of the Thicket who has not completed the Sacrosanct Path. In all the centuries we've been living in the heights, every Duchy has had a connection to the gods. Those who tried to refuse it, were soon replaced by someone who was willing to go to the ground and carry out the ritual." "The Path is not only for ceremony; you will come back stronger, smarter and deadlier to those who wish to oppose you. But whatever happens down there will also take a toll on your body, our leaders tend to have shorter life-spans than most." "Before Taris was consumed..." She stops suddenly considering her next words. "What happened?" You say, trying to get her to finish. "It's just speculation." She finishes. "Is there anything else you'd like to know?" [["What should I expect of the ground?" You ask.|1c21.1]] [["Do you know anything about the ritual I must complete?" You ask.|1c21.2]]

Ajuna's eyes are serious. She spends a moment deep in thought before answering. "I don't know much, only rumors." She begins. "What I can tell you is that the ritual will change you permanently. Once you form a connection with the gods there is no way to sever it. They become a part of you." "The ritual you must complete is a pact with the gods. You will give away part of yourself in order to maintain our connection with them strong. It is not a decision you can take lightly." She looks as though she will continue, but no more words come out. "I didn't realize I had a choice." You say. The Path is mandatory for the heir. To rescind it would mean rescinding your life. "I know..." says Ajuna, "maybe I just wish you did." [["Is there anything you can tell me about the Path?" You ask.|1c21.3]] [["What should I expect of the ground?" You ask.|1c21.4]]

"I don't know much, only rumors." She begins. "What I can tell you is that the ritual will change you permanently. Once you form a connection with the gods there is no way to sever it. They become part of your system." "The ritual you must complete is a pact with the gods. You will give away part of yourself in order to maintain our connection with them strong. It is not a decision you can take lightly." She looks as though she will continue, but no more words come out. "I didn't realize I had a choice." You say. The Path is mandatory for the heir. To rescind it would be like being disowned. "I know..." says Ajuna, "maybe I just wish you did." You stifle a yawn and realize how late it's getting. You should head back to your rooms soon, you're going to have a busy week ahead of you. Elen seems to be drooping in his seat too, you should probably get him home. <<if $ajunasecret eq "yes">> You suddenly remember what Reva told you about Ajuna, how she's been selling part of her old world collection to an unknown buyer. Should you ask her about it? [[Ask Ajuna about her secret.]] [[Don't pry, she'll tell you if she wants to.]] <<else>> You say a short goodbye to Ajuna, knowing you'll probably be seeing her in the following week, and head back to the estates with Elen. [[Next|1c23]] <</if>>

Ajuna's eyes are serious. She spends a moment deep in thought before answering. "I can only tell you what I've learnt from the artifacts I've collected and the books I've read. Most of my information will be outdated." She prefaces. "The reason the ground became inhospitable for humans was because the gods made it so. It was punishment for the way we had treated their soil. They blessed us with Arborists, so we could forge the five trees of the Thicket. Then they culled the old world, forced us to live in their canopies. If we were to treat our trees the same way the old humans treated their soil, we would soon perish." "The ground may seem like a void to us, but I have good reason to believe that it is teeming with life. I don't think it's possible for humans to sustain a community down there, but I wouldn't be surprised if other organisms have evolved to live in the depths. Be careful when you're down there, and never let your guard down." You stifle a yawn and realize how late it's getting. You should head back to your rooms soon, you're going to have a busy week ahead of you. Elen seems to be drooping in his seat too, you should probably get him home. <<if $ajunasecret eq "yes">> You suddenly remember what Reva told you about Ajuna, how she's been selling part of her old world collection to an unknown buyer. Should you ask her about it? [[Ask Ajuna about her secret.]] [[Don't pry, she'll tell you if she wants to.]] <<else>> You say a short goodbye to Ajuna, knowing you'll probably be seeing her in the following week, and head back to the estates with Elen. [[Next|1c23]] <</if>>

"If I knew anything substantial, telling you would be close to treason." Ajuna replies, lowering her voice. "I can tell you that there has not been a single ruler in the entirety of the Thicket who has not completed the Sacrosanct Path. In all the centuries we've been living in the heights, every Duchy has had a connection to the gods. Those who tried to refuse it, were soon replaced by someone who was willing to go to the ground and carry out the ritual." "The Path is not only for ceremony; you will come back stronger, smarter and deadlier to those who wish to oppose you. But whatever happens down there will also take a toll on your body, our leaders tend to have shorter life-spans than most." "Before Taris was consumed..." She stops suddenly considering her next words. "What happened?" You say, trying to get her to finish. "It's just speculation." She finishes. "It's truly getting late now, we can finish this some other time." You stifle a yawn and realize she's right. You should head back to your rooms soon, you're going to have a busy week ahead of you. Elen seems to be drooping in his seat too, you should probably get him home. <<if $ajunasecret eq "yes">> You suddenly remember what Reva told you about Ajuna, how she's been selling part of her old world collection to an unknown buyer. Should you ask her about it? [[Ask Ajuna about her secret.]] [[Don't pry, she'll tell you if she wants to.]] <<else>> You say a short goodbye to Ajuna, knowing you'll probably be seeing her in the following week, and head back to the estates with Elen. [[Next|1c23]] <</if>>

"I don't know much, only rumors." She begins. "What I can tell you is that the ritual will change you permanently. Once you form a connection with the gods there is no way to sever it. They become a part of you." "The ritual you must complete is a pact with the gods. You will give away part of yourself in order to maintain our connection with them strong. It is not a decision you can take lightly." She looks as though she will continue, but no more words come out. "I didn't realize I had a choice." You say. The Path is mandatory for the heir. To rescind it would mean rescinding your life. "I know..." says Ajuna, "maybe I just wish you did." You stifle a yawn and realize how late it's getting. You should head back to your rooms soon, you're going to have a busy week ahead of you. Elen seems to be drooping in his seat too, you should probably get him home. <<if $ajunasecret eq "yes">> You suddenly remember what Reva told you about Ajuna, how she's been selling part of her old world collection to an unknown buyer. Should you ask her about it? [[Ask Ajuna about her secret.]] [[Don't pry, she'll tell you if she wants to.]] <<else>> You say a short goodbye to Ajuna, knowing you'll probably be seeing her in the following week, and head back to the estates with Elen. [[Next|1c23]] <</if>>

<<set $ajuna -= 5>> You take a breath before you begin speaking, racking up the confidence to confront Ajuna. "I heard you were selling some of your old world collection." You say, avoiding her penetrating gaze. "I don't understand why thought, you've spent your life hoarding these artifacts." Her voice is hard when she answers. "Have you been spying on me $name ?" You widen your eyes, trying to back out of this situation. "No! I just heard from someone... It's just a rumor." You know Ajuna is too smart to let you go so easily, her next words feel like a threat. "I expect more from you than to partake in rumors." She says, eyes darkening. "Do not ask me again." You nod silently. Elen shuffles on his chair, uncomfortable in this situation. "We should get going, Ajuna." He says, trying to break the tension in the room. "I'll be back tomorrow for our lessons." Ajuna turns towards the heart as she sips her tea, dismissing you. You say a short goodbye, knowing you'll probably be seeing her in the following week, and head back to the estates with Elen. [[Next|1c23]]

You decide not to pry. You already feel somewhat guilty that you paid Reva for information on your mentor. You look at Ajuna as she turns towards the hearth sipping her tea. This is her way of dismissing you. You say a short goodbye, knowing you'll probably be seeing her in the following week, and head back to the estates with Elen. You make small talk with Elen on your walk back to the estates, enjoying the time spent with your younger brother. He's funnier than most people realize, and an incredibly caring soul. <<if $meek gt $brash>>You understand why he's cautious with strangers, you're much like him in that respect.<<else>>His meekness compliments your boldness, but you often times find yourself having to defend him in front of other nobles.<</if>> It doesn't take long for you to arrive to your rooms. You say a quick goodbye to Elen as he continues the walk towards his. You shut the door behind you and exhale a breath of relief. Finally in the solitude of your chambers you can reflect on the long day you've had. You feel a small ache in your chest as you remove your clothing. //I'm not sick anymore// you tell yourself, but you know your body will never be truly healed. Some pains remain with you, reminding you of how weak you used to be. You're surpried Ajuna didn't want to examine your heart while you were at her cottage. In the years of your recovery she would insist on listening to your heartbeat, making sure that it had a regular rythm. The fact that she didn't ask is a testament to how much you've recovered, and how good you are at hiding the parts that haven't. You're about to slip into bed when you see a letter sitting on your desk, the Duke's wax seal on its surface. <<if $seal eq "yes">> You open the contents of the letter. <<else>> That's weird, when you try to open the seal you realize it's already been broken. Whoever tried to slap it back together did a shoddy job at it, probably in a hurry. You examine the rest of your rooms to see if there's any clues as to the spy's identity, but you can't find anything. You read the contents of the letter. <</if>> It's a formal decree for you to walk the Path stating you have four days to make any preparations for your descent. You curse under your breath. In the meeting the Duke said you'd have a whole week, he practically cut your time in half. You need to tie up any loose ends in the time you have, hopefully finding out more about your mother in the process. This might be your last chance to know what happened to her. You don't want to admit it, but a part of you feels like your father was involved somehow. Or he at least knows something he isn't telling you. He's always been dodgy when it comes to the subject. You know he loved her once, but in the years preceding her dissappearace they were both distant and fought often. You push the thought away forcefully, the idea too painful for you to aknowledge. You fall into a restless sleep, your mind turning with everything you learnt throughout the day. [[May we rest in kindred.|2c2]]

You make small talk with Elen on your walk back to the estates, enjoying the time spent with your younger brother. He's funnier than most people realize, and an incredibly caring soul. <<if $meek gt 0>>You understand why he's cautious with strangers, you're much like him in that respect. <<else>>His meekness compliments your boldness, but you often times find yourself having to defend him in front of other nobles.<</if>> It doesn't take long for you to arrive to your rooms. You say goodbye to Elen as he continues the walk towards his. You shut the door behind you and exhale a breath of relief. Finally in the solitude of your chambers you can reflect on the long day you've had. You feel a small ache in your chest as you remove your clothing. //I'm not sick anymore// you tell yourself, but you know your body will never be truly healed. Some pains remain with you, reminding you of how weak you used to be. You're surpried Ajuna didn't want to examine your heart while you were at her cottage. In the years of your recovery she would insist on listening to your heartbeat, making sure that it had a regular rythm. The fact that she didn't ask is a testament to how much you've recovered, and how good you are at hiding the parts that haven't. You're about to slip into bed when you see a letter sitting on your desk, the Duke's wax seal on its surface. <<if $seal eq "yes">> You open the contents of the letter. <<else>> That's weird, when you try to open the seal you realize it's already been broken. Whoever tried to slap it back together did a shoddy job at it, probably in a hurry. You examine the rest of your rooms to see if there's any clues as to the spy's identity, but you can't find anything. You read the contents of the letter. <</if>> It's a formal decree for you to walk the Path stating you have four days to make any preparations for your descent. You curse under your breath. In the meeting the Duke said you'd have a whole week, he practically cut your time in half. You need to tie up any loose ends in the time you have, hopefully finding out more about your mother in the process. This might be your last chance to know what happened to her. You don't want to admit it, but a part of you feels like your father was involved somehow. Or he at least knows something he isn't telling you. He's always been dodgy when it comes to the subject. You know he loved her once, but in the years preceding her dissappearace they were both distant and fought often. You push the thought away forcefully, the idea too painful for you to aknowledge. You fall into a restless sleep, your mind turning with everything you learnt throughout the day. [[May we rest in kindred.|2c2]]

<<nobr>>  <style> #ui-bar {display:none;} #passages {width:100vw;margin:0;background-image:var(--chapter-one);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-size:120%;background-position:center;overflow:hidden;scrollbar-width:none;font-family:var(--header-font);transition:0s;padding:0;} ::-webkit-scrollbar {width:0px;} .passage {text-align:center;transition:10s;} #passages a:before {content: none;} #story {margin-left:0;} h1 {text-align:center;margin-top:10vh;} @media screen and (max-width: 800px) {#story {margin:0;}} </style> <</nobr>> <h1>Chapter One [[Smoke|c1]]</h1> "Then a woman, she screams, it's a terrible night As the mood changes to dark from light Tell the doctor what's become of me So you can analyse, analyse my dreams Of a smoke filled room" -Daughter

<<nobr>><style> .passage {transition:10s;} </style><</nobr>> The nightmare always starts the same, it feels like a dream at first. You want to fall into the comfort it offers, but your subconcious knows what's about to come. You lie on your mother's lap, sun streaming through the windows of her chambers. She plays a small harp, the melody sweet and clear. Your eyes are drifting closed as the music streams through the warm summer air. It's always like this, quiet serenity followed by excrutiating pain. You open your eyes startled and notice your mother's hand plunging into your ribs. There's blood everywhere. It's soaking your delicate robes, making them stick to your skin. You look into your mother's reddened eyes as she sobs, twisting her hand deeper to clutch your heart. "Someday you'll understand $name ." She says in between hiccups. "I love you so much." The small harp lies discarded on the ground, but you can still hear the melody. Your eyes close, the pain fading into a dull throb. This is just the first part. ~-~-~-~-~ <<cycle "$wakeone" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> [[Wake up|2c3]]

<<nobr>><style> .passage {transition:10s;} </style><</nobr>> Your lungs are constricting and you're finding it increasingly harder to breathe. The air feels dry and heavy, the smell of burning wood filling your nose. You jump from your bed with a start, opening your eyes to a smoky room. You barely make it a couple steps before you start coughing uncontrollably, crouching on the ground to try to fill your lungs with clean air. You slowly crawl to your open window, where the smoke seems to be entering your room. As you reach the frame, you hoist yourself up and try to look outside. It's all white, a blinding light emanating from the fog. You decide to turn towards the door instead, hopefully you can find someone outside that can tell you what's going on. You start running when you reach the hallway, breathing in gulps of fresh air. The distinct smell of burning follows you as you sprint towards Ajuna's study. Before, you would've run to your mother's chambers, but she's been gone for months now. The pain in your chest never seizes to remind you. Ajuna is already outside waiting for you. She grabs you by your small shoulders, trying to calm you down. "The tree is-" You gasp to catch your breath. "The tree is on fire." You tell Ajuna, tears streaming from your stinging eyes. "Not our tree." Ajuna speaks calmly, but you glimpse the fear in her eyes. "Your father has ordered an attack on Taris. It was a direct command from the gods." "Why?" You ask, your mind still reeling. You know the trees in the Thicket don't always get along with each other, but their wars are always limited to blood. To harm the tree itself, especially with fire, seems like heresy. "You may not understand this until you're older $name," Ajuna starts, voice grave, "but Taris was sick, very sick. This is the only way to stop it from spreading to the rest of the Thicket." Ajuna did not know then the effects of her words. The illness that plagued you was still in early bloom, the dull aches merciful compared to what was in your future. You would come to understand those words better than she could have predicted, trapped in isolation for years in fear of spreading your disease onto others. You would come to wish that someone would burn you like they did Taris, your ashes spread throughout the Thicket, drifting through the air to blanket all five trees. Ajuna walks with you towards a door engraved in swirling flowers and vines. She props it open with one of her wrinkled hands, pushing you in with the other. You're falling. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ <<cycle "$waketwo" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$waketwo" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> [[Wake up|2c4]] <<cycle "$waketwo" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>>

<<nobr>><style> .passage {transition:10s;} </style><</nobr>> The branches of giant trees stretch above you. They form a beautiful pattern against the intense blue of the afternoon sky. You take a deep breath as you register the feeling of wet earth under your fingers. You can't look sideways, you can't move at all, but you know you're on the ground. You start breathing faster, panic taking over as you realize you're paralyzed. "Don't fight it." Your father's deep baritone tells you outside your line of sight. "It's your fate, your right of birth." "You will see it $name ." He says, voice mingling with the sound of wind rustling the leaves. "For better or for worse." The branches grow further into the frame, mingling into each other until you can no longer see the sky. "//It's in your blood.//" There is only darkness now. <<cycle "$wakethree" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wakethree" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wakethree" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> [[Wake up|2c5]] <<cycle "$wakethree" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wakethree" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>>

You wake up. The bed covers are soft and heavy around you. They would usually bring you comfort, but right now you're too hot, sweaty under all that fabric. You kick the covers aside and walk towards the window to open the curtains, the motion uncomfortably similar to the one in your nightmare. Small rays of morning light stream in through the amber toned sap glass. You open the window and rejoice at the feel of the chilly air on your skin. You can smell spring right around the corner, the sound of chirping birds filling your ears. Your nerves now somewhat lulled, you walk towards your large full length mirror. It must be your most expensive possession. Although sap glass is quite common in the thicket, the reflective surface of an old world mirror is impossible to replicate. Not only that, but the oval is framed by a decorative swirl of copper. Both materials were sourced pre-ascension and have been in your estate for centuries. You take a glimpse of your tired eyes in the mirror. You always feel drained after the reoccurring nightmare, even though you know exactly how it turns out. First your mother. Then Taris. Finally the ground. Considering the chain of events in your life, it almost feels like a premonition. You try to take your mind off it by getting ready for your journey. It's been four days since the Duke notified you of the Path. Today you'll make the descent. [[You pat your cropped hair down.|2c5.1][$hairlength to "cropped"]] [[You try to neaten up your short hair.|2c5.1][$hairlength to "short"]] [[You try to neaten up your chin length hair.|2c5.1][$hairlength to "chin length"]] [[You try to neaten up your medium length hair.|2c5.1][$hairlength to "medium length"]] [[You try to neaten up your long hair.|2c5.1][$hairlength to "long"]] [[You try to neaten up your waist length hair.|2c5.1][$hairlength to "waist length"]] [[You run your hands through your bald scalp.|2c7][$hairlength to "bald"]]

<<if $hair eq "bald">><<set $hair to "scalp">> The length of your hair doesn't quite let you see it's original color. <<set "haircolor" to "">> [[Next|2c7]] <<else>> <<set $hair to "hair">> [[Your hair is raven black, its glossy dark absorbing the morning light.|2c7][$haircolor to "black"]] [[Your hair is a dark chestnut, like the bark of the tree. |2c7][$haircolor to "chestnut brown"]] [[Your hair is an ash brown, the color of old branches. |2c7][$haircolor to "pale brown"]] [[Your hair is a golden brown, some strands lighter under the streams of sunlight. |2c7][$haircolor to "light brown"]] [[Your hair is auburn, like the rust on Ajuna's copper artifacts.|2c7][$haircolor to "auburn"]] [[Your hair is ginger, like leaves in late autumn.|2c7][$haircolor to "ginger"]] [[Your hair is honey blonde, like the amber glass on your windows.|2c7][$haircolor to "blonde"]] [[Your hair is platinum blonde, pale like the birch trees on your estate grove. |2c7][$haircolor to "platinum"]] <</if>>

[[Your eyes are black, penetrating and almost as dark as your pupils.|2c8][$eyes to "black"]] [[Your eyes are brown, deep, warm and welcoming.|2c8][$eyes to "brown"]] [[Your eyes are hazel, showing new layers under the sun. |2c8][$eyes to "hazel"]] [[Your eyes are blue, like the evening sky. |2c8][$eyes to "blue"]] [[Your eyes are green, like a sapling in spring. |2c8][$eyes to "green"]] [[Your eyes are grey, like the sky before a storm. |2c8][$eyes to "grey"]] [[Your eyes are amber, like dripping honey. |2c8][$eyes to "amber"]]

[[They compliment your onyx skin. |2c9][$skin to "onyx"]] [[They compliment your tawny skin. |2c9][$skin to "tawny"]] [[They compliment your umber skin. |2c9][$skin to "umber"]] [[They compliment your olive skin. |2c9][$skin to "olive"]] [[They compliment your tan skin |2c9][$skin to "tan"]] [[They compliment your rosy skin |2c9][$skin to "rosy"]] [[They compliment your ivory skin. |2c9][$skin to "ivory"]]

<<set $they to "they">><<set $them to "them">><<set $their to "their">><<set $They to "They">><<set $Them to "Them">><<set $Their to "Their">> <<if $hairlength eq "bald">>If someone were to describe you they'd say something like: "They have no hair on their head, $their skin is $skin and their eyes are $eyes." <<else>>If someone were to describe you they'd say something like: "They have $hairlength $hairtex $haircolor hair, $their skin is $skin and their eyes are $eyes." <</if>> [[That sounds about right.|2c10]] [[You actually go by she/her pronouns. |2c10.f]] [[You actually go by he/him pronouns. |2c10.m]]

Most of your belongings are already packed for the trip, with only a few things left to prepare. You pick out some hardy clothes for travelling, making sure to bring a cloak with many pockets. You never know when you might need them. You have space in your pack for one more thing, so you decide to bring something to help you pass the time. You're going to be travelling for the good part of three months, after all. [[You bring your sketchbook and charcoals.|2c11.1]] [[You bring a small wooden harp, like the one your mother used to play.|2c11.2]] [[You bring your journal and a vial of ink. |2c11.3]] [[You bring your deck of playing cards. |2c11.4]]

<<set $they to "she">> <<set $them to "her">> <<set $theirs to "hers">><<set $their to "her">><<set $They to "She">> <<set $Them to "Her">> <<set $Theirs to "Hers">><<set $Their to "Her">> <<if $they eq "they">> <<set $s to "ve">><<else>><<set $s to "s">><</if>> <<if $hairlength eq "bald">> They would instead say something like, "$They ha$s no hair on $their head, $their skin is $skin and $their eyes $eyes." <<else>> They would instead say something like, "$They ha$s $hairlength $hairtex $haircolor hair, $their skin is $skin and $their eyes $eyes." <</if>> [[That's better.|2c10]] [[Go back... |2c9]]

<<set $they to "he">> <<set $them to "him">> <<set $theirs to "his">><<set $their to "his">><<set $They to "He">> <<set $Them to "Him">> <<set $Theirs to "His">><<set $Their to "His">> <<if $they eq "they">> <<set $s to "ve">><<else>><<set $s to "s">><</if>> <<if $hairlength eq "bald">> They would instead say something like, "$They ha$s no hair on $their head, $their skin is $skin and $their eyes $eyes." <<else>> They would instead say something like, "$They ha$s $hairlength $hairtex $haircolor hair, $their skin is $skin and $their eyes $eyes." <</if>> [[That's better.|2c10]] [[Go back... |2c9]]

<<set $hobby to "drawing">> You've always loved drawing. It helped you pass the time when you were quarantined as a kid, and you just never stopped after. Your sketchbook is a record of all you've seen and loved, a way for you to freeze time and capture your memories. There are drawings in there of the tree; the way the bark bends and cracks, depictions of a variety of branches, linework of leaves in early spring. You also have drawings of the people who inhabit Tree Ledici. Most of them strangers, although you do have some of Ajuna and Elen.<<if $reva gte 15>> You're considering asking Reva to sit for you someday, but you doubt she'd be able to stay still long enough. <<elseif $faren gte 10>> You'd like to draw Faren someday, but you can't stand the thought of inflating his ego. <<elseif $faren lt 10>> You've doodled some caricatures of Faren, his pointy nose and frowning brow exagerated. He doesn't know about these, of course.<</if>> With that done, you turn to the weapon sitting on your desk. [[It's a wooden spear with a copper tip.|2c12][$weapon to "spear"]] [[It's a wooden sword, the edges of the blade coated in a thin layer of copper.|2c12][$weapon to "sword"]] [[It's a small dagger. The handle is wooden, but the thin blade is copper.|2c12][$weapon to "dagger"]]

<<set $hobby to "playing music">> Your mother taught you how to play when you were younger and you perfected the skill while you were quarantined. You love to lose yourself in the music, only you and the melody. The small harp you have is the same that your mother owned, so taking it with you also offers a comforting presence. You like to play in solitude for the most part, but you've been complimented many times on your skill. Maybe you'll play for your companions on the ground, music works wonders for boosting morale. With that done, you turn to the weapon sitting on your desk. [[It's a wooden spear with a copper tip.|2c12][$weapon to "spear"]] [[It's a wooden sword, the edges of the blade coated in a thin layer of copper.|2c12][$weapon to "sword"]] [[It's a small dagger. The handle is wooden, but the thin blade is copper.|2c12][$weapon to "dagger"]]

<<set $hobby to "writing">> You've always loved writing. It helped you pass the time when you were quarantined as a kid, and you just never stopped after. Your journal is a record of your most treasured experiences, a way for you to freeze time and capture your memories. You have excerpts of your day to day life, as well as poetry and vivid descriptions of the world around you. You've gotten used to writing on it almost every day, it's a way to unload everything you've got pent up inside you. You wonder if there are any other written records of the Path in the Thicket. With that done, you turn to the weapon sitting on your desk. [[It's a wooden spear with a copper tip.|2c12][$weapon to "spear"]] [[It's a wooden sword, the edges of the blade coated in a thin layer of copper.|2c12][$weapon to "sword"]] [[It's a small dagger. The handle is wooden, but the thin blade is copper.|2c12][$weapon to "dagger"]]

<<set $hobby to "playing cards">> You've always loved playing cards. You started when you were a kid, playing with other children in the Upper Canopy. Eventually you got quite good at it and only the grownups would play against you. You played even during your quarantine; Ajuna taught you a challenging game that you could play by yourself in isolation.<<if $wit gte 5>> You like exercising your wit through cards, using problem solving and strategy to beat your opponents.<<elseif $charisma gte 5>> You enjoy lying games the most. You like reading other people and changing your own demeanor to fool others. <<else>> You enjoy the competitive spirit of playing cards, whether you're winning against others, or against the deck itself.<</if>> With that done, you turn to the weapon sitting on your desk. [[It's a wooden spear with a copper tip.|2c12][$weapon to "spear"]] [[It's a wooden sword, the edges of the blade coated in a thin layer of copper.|2c12][$weapon to "sword"]] [[It's a small dagger. The handle is wooden, but the thin blade is copper.|2c12][$weapon to "dagger"]]

<<nobr>><<if $weapon eq "spear">> Your spear allows for a longer reach than most other weapons. You prefer to stay at a distance and have a more defensive fighting style. The strong hardwood pole allows for good mobility and speed as well. <<elseif $weapon eq "sword">> Your sword gives you flexible reach while still keeping you at a decent range from your opponents. You pride yourself on your swordplay, it is precise and unforgiving. The copper coated edges allow you to keep the weapon sharp and punish your enemies when they get too close. <<elseif $weapon eq "dagger">> Your dagger doesn't give you much reach, but it allows you to be stealthy and deadly. The dagger is small enough that the entirety of the blade is forged in sharp metal. The light weapon allows you go be fast and pinpoint the weak points on your enemies, dealing fatal blows before they can realize what hit them. <</if>> <<if $wit gte 5>> Although you'd rather use your wit to resolve conflict, it's never a bad idea to have a weapon in hand in case things get violent.<<elseif $charisma gte 5>> Although you'd rather use your charm to resolve conflict, it's never a bad idea to have a weapon in hand in case things get violent. <<else>> Your skills with a weapon are to be respected. You rarely lose a duel with your weapon of choice, and you've spent long enough fighting with the $weapon on the table to make you a fearsome opponent.<</if>> You take your $weapon and heft your large pack. <</nobr>> You look back once at your room. You've spent your whole life here, in this estate, in this tree. Both good and bad memories are amalgamated within these four walls and you have to turn towards the door before you start reminiscing. This might be the last time you step foot here, after all. [[Open the door.]]

[[Your hair is in loose curls.|2c6][$hairtex to "curly"]] [[Your hair is straight.|2c6][$hairtex to "straight"]] [[Your hair is in tightly wound curls.|2c6][$hairtex to "tightly wound"]] [[Your hair is locked.|2c6][$hairtex to "locked"]] [[Your hair is braided.|2c6][$hairtex to "braided"]] [[Your hair is wavy.|2c6][$hairtex to "wavy"]]

You're standing on a balcony on one of the higher levels of the estate waiting for the preparations for your descent to be done. The process of bringing a group of people all the way to the ground requires complex Arborism. There's a single hoist that is used for the Path, and it's internal structure must be worked by several people. You've never seen it in action, but you know it's a long descent and it takes a lot more energy than a regular hoist. <<set $map to "visible">> You lean your hands on the balcony railing and look down. You came here because you wanted to see the entirety of The Thicket from above. The wind calming your nerves is an added benefit. As you look on you can spot the vague figure of three trees, and the husk of another. Directly in front of Tree Ledici you can see the silhouettes of Feuon and Galen. While Feuon is a skinny fir tree with thin but hardy branches, Galen's thick arbutus branches stretch far and wide. Galen has by far the best network of trade of all five trees, but migration is not common. The sprigs, the ends of the branches, are not a place most would dare to venture to. The borders between trees are precarious and only experienced traders and desperate civilians make the journey. Although Galen occupies a large territory, its twisting branches hold the smallest population of the Thicket. The tree's constant cycle of bark shedding makes it difficult to maintain permanent dwellings and regular harvests. Feuon may not have the advantages of trade, but they are a powerhouse of old-world resources. During the ascension they were able to bring many more metals and stones than the rest of the trees. Even after centuries of wars and attempts of invasion from other trees, they remain the most copper-rich Duchy. This makes both their tools and weapons more efficient, their metal edges sharper. Ledici, on the other hand, prides itself on being the only fruit tree in The Thicket. Its branches grow pears the size of a house, enough to feed the entirety of your estate for a week. These are often modified into things such as syrups, jams and alcohols. However, you can't deny the appeal of a candied pear. The wide horizontal branches of the Ledici tree also allow for a large farming district, branches covered by layers of dirt which grow legumes, grains and other essential components of your diet. On the left of Ledici you can see Tree Hilen. It's the only one of the trees that has not kept its original name. You've heard it called a willow tree, but most of what you know is based on rumours. It stands further away and shorter than the rest of the trees, an enigma. According to your history books, Hilen went through a civil war hundreds of years ago which destroyed a large part of its structure. The war employed Arborists to snap off large chunks of what used to be their Upper Canopy and destroy their old regime. Since then, Arborism has been much more closely guarded. You remember Ajuna telling you that the cause of the war was religious, between Mycelian purists and followers of a prophet named Hilenos. You can guess who won. The rest of the trees haven't had much contact with them since, and for that you're glad. Something about them has always frightened you. The last tree, on the right of Ledici, is hardly more than a burnt out husk. The trunk remains, charred as it is, but many of its branches are nothing more than ash. Taris was known for its Arborism and innovation before their fall. They were believers of science and progress, which made their relationship with some of the more religious trees tense. However, not even their grasp on nature could stop the disease that plagued the tree. It rotted it from the inside, turning its bark frail and poisonous. Contrary to popular belief, the people of Taris weren't sick. It was the famine and rot that killed most of their population. The rest died when the branches were burnt. Faren was there when it happened, barely escaped alive, but he's never spoken much of it. It seems he wants to forget Taris ever existed. "$title Ledici, the preparations are ready. The Duke and your companions are waiting by the hoist for you." Speak of the devil. [["Took them long enough, I've been ready for all of five minutes." You tease Faren. |2c14.1][$humor += 1]] [["Thank you, Arborist Valar. I will make my way down." You tell him curtly.|2c14.2][$brash += 1]] [[You nod meekly at Faren, "I hope they haven't been waiting for long, I'll be right down." |2c14.3][$meek += 1]]

"Took them long enough, I've been ready for all of five minutes." You tease Faren. He looks at you with a humorless smile, thoughts elsewhere. You notice he's standing tense, facing away from Taris' burnt husk. You can't imagine he frequents the balcony. "I'll walk us there, but we should stop by the temple first." Faren says. "The Reverend and his postulant are waiting for our summons." "His postulant? What does Reva have to do with the Path?" You ask Faren, confused by his phrasing. You think you see a glint of amusement in Faren's eyes and you suppress a wave of annoyance. He loves being the first out of the two of you to find out information. "You didn't know?" He starts, with a smug raise of his eyebrows. "Reverend Dasius asked the Duke if he could bring the girl with him to assist with his duties. The Duke agreed." You try to hide your surprise at the news. As much as you appreciate Reva, you don't know how you feel about her coming with you on the Path. [[You're happy at the news, you're glad to have Reva's support.|2c15.1][$reva +=5]] [[Reva's a good informant, but you're indifferent to the fact that she's coming on the Path with you.|2c15.2][$reva -= 10]] [[Your heart clenches at the news. Reva is too important to you to risk losing her during the Path. You feel like you're putting her in danger. |2c15.3][$reva +=5]]

"Thank you, Arborist Valar. I will make my way down." You tell him curtly. He nods at you absently, thoughts elsewhere. You notice he's standing tense, facing away from Taris' burnt husk. You can't imagine he frequents the balcony. "I'll walk us there, but we should stop by the temple first." Faren says. "The Reverend and his postulant are waiting for our summons." "His postulant? What does Reva have to do with the Path?" You ask Faren, confused by his phrasing. You think you see a glint of amusement in Faren's eyes and you suppress a wave of annoyance. He loves being the first out of the two of you to find out information. "You didn't know?" He starts, with a smug raise of his eyebrows. "Reverend Dasius asked the Duke if he could bring the girl with him to assist with his duties. The Duke agreed." You try to hide your surprise at the news. As much as you appreciate Reva, you don't know how you feel about her coming with you on the Path. [[You're happy at the news, you're glad to have Reva's support.|2c15.1][$reva +=5]] [[Reva's a good informant, but you're indifferent to the fact that she's coming on the Path with you.|2c15.2][$reva -= 10]] [[Your heart clenches at the news. Reva is too important to you to risk losing her during the Path. You feel like you're putting her life in danger. |2c15.3][$reva +=5]]

You nod meekly at Faren, "I hope they haven't been waiting for long, I'll be right down." He hums absently, thoughts elsewhere. You notice he's standing tense, facing away from Taris' burnt husk. You can't imagine he frequents the balcony. "I'll walk us there, but we should stop by the temple first." Faren says. "The Reverend and his postulant are waiting for our summons." "His postulant? What does Reva have to do with the Path?" You ask Faren, confused by his phrasing. You think you see a glint of amusement in Faren's eyes and you suppress a wave of annoyance. He loves being the first out of the two of you to find out information. "You didn't know?" He starts, with a smug raise of his eyebrows. "Reverend Dasius asked the Duke if he could bring the girl with him to assist with his duties. The Duke agreed." You try to hide your surprise at the news. As much as you appreciate Reva, you don't know how you feel about her coming with you on the Path. [[You're happy at the news, you're glad to have Reva's support.|2c15.1][$reva +=5]] [[Reva's a good informant, but you're indifferent to the fact that she's coming on the Path with you.|2c15.2][$reva -= 10]] [[Your heart clenches at the news. Reva is too important to you to risk losing her during the Path. You feel like you're putting her in danger. |2c15.3][$reva +=5]]

Now that the initial surprise has worn off, you can't help but smile a little as you answer Faren. You're glad to have a friend on the Path. "That's good news. Reva is very capable, I'm sure she'll be an asset to our party." You begin walking in the direction of the temple. "Shall we?" Faren seems somewhat dissapoited by your calm reaction. "Of course, lead the way." He says after a second. The walk to the temple is short from the balcony and a couple minutes later you're standing by its arching structure. Faren seems somewhat more relaxed here, with Taris completely out of view. You see the sillouhette of Reva and Reverend Dasius by the stairs, and they start making their way down when they spot you. Reva catches your eyes and gives you a slightly sheepish smile, probably because she knows you're just now finding out that she'll be joining you. "$title Ledici, Arborist Valar." Says the Reverend with an air of formality. "I trust you're here to commence the Path?" "We are, Reverend." Begins Faren, "The Duke and the rest of our party should be waiting by the hoist already. Have you finalized your preparations?" "Yes, lead the way if you will. We should descend while it's still light out." Responds Reverend Dasius, looking at the sun high in the sky. Faren turns and begins walking towards the large door on the trunk. The Reverend follows closely behind him, leaving you and Reva walking side by side. Reva leans over to whisper in your ear "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I only found out recently that the Reverend would need me to come with him. He said he would make me priestess after I complete the Path." "If you complete the Path." You whisper back, voice laced with concern. "Reva, the ground is dangerous. A lot of people don't come back at all." She looks down, a furrow in her brow. "You know I can't simply say no. Even if I were scared of whatever's down there, I wouldn't exactly be able to refuse him." You breathe a deep sigh and look at where the Reverend is walking ahead of you. He is a thin old man, his dark cloaks hang loosely from his figure. He has small eyes with pronounced bags, and there is something rat-like about him. He is unpleasant in every sense, <<if $religious gt 0>>you'd probably visit the temple more frequently if it weren't for his presence.<<else>>one of the many reasons you don't visit the temple.<</if>> You wish Reva was able to complete her postulancy under someone else, but at least the Path offers her an opportunity to be free of him. <<if $seal != "yes">> "Why didn't you tell me you were walking the Path?" Asks Reva abruptly. "You knew about it last time we met, didn't you?" You think about how to reply. Reva is your friend, but you were also not completely sure if you could trust her with sensitive information. How do you explain that to her? "I didn't want to burden you with it, Reva." You say, disguising the truth. "This was something that I had to deal with by myself." "Not anymore." She responds, a sad smile on her face. "We're in this together." You return her smile thoughtfully. There is something else bothering Reva but you don't think this is the right time to ask. <</if>> [[Next|2c16]]

You and Reva get along fine, but that doesn't mean that her accompanying you on your journey brings you great comfort. She's just another one of the people the Duke entrusted with your success. "I'm sure my father made a wise choice." You say, after the inital surprise wears off. "It can't hurt to have a postulant accompanying us." You begin walking in the direction of the temple. "Shall we?" Faren seems somewhat dissapoited by your calm reaction. "Of course." He says after a second. The walk to the temple is short from the balcony and a couple minutes later you're standing by its arching structure. Faren seems somewhat more relaxed here, with Taris completely out of view. You see the sillouhette of Reva and Reverend Dasius by the stairs, and they start making their way down when they spot you. Reva catches your eyes and gives you a slightly sheepish smile, probably because she knows you're just now finding out that she'll be joining you. "$title Ledici, Arborist Valar." Says the Reverend with an air of formality. "I trust you're here to commence the Path?" "We are, Reverend." Begins Faren, "The Duke and the rest of our party should be waiting by the hoist already. Have you finalized your preparations?" "Yes, lead the way if you will. We should descend while it's still light out." Responds Reverend Dasius, looking at the sun high in the sky. Faren turns and begins walking towards the large door on the trunk. The Reverend follows closely behind him, leaving you and Reva walking side by side. "Looks like I'll be joining you in your journey." She says, turning to look at you. "Before you ask why I didn't tell you, I only found out yesterday. I barely had enough time to pack!" "Reva, the Path is a serious matter. Why would you agree to come?" You ask her, ignoring her excuses. "As if I had a choice. The Reverend promised to promote me to priestess when I come back, it's not as if I could refuse him." Reva answers, an edge to her voice. You breathe a deep sigh and look at where the Reverend is walking ahead of you. He is a thin old man, his dark cloaks hang loosely from his figure. He has small eyes with pronounced bags, and there is something rat-like about him. He is unpleasant in every sense, <<if $religious gt 0>>you'd probably visit the temple more frequently if it weren't for his presence.<<else>>one of the many reasons you don't visit the temple.<</if>> Reva doesn't seem to enjoy his company more than the next person and you suspect she is motivated to do the Path just so she can end her postulancy with him. <<if $seal != "yes">> "Why didn't you tell me you were walking the Path?" Asks Reva abruptly. "You knew about it last time we met, didn't you?" You think about how to reply. Reva is your informant, but you were also not completely sure if you could trust her with your own sensitive information. How do you explain that to her? "It was none of your business, Reva." You tell her. "This was something that I had to deal with by myself." "I see." She responds curtly, looking away. "But it is my business now. I'd like for us to be able to talk more openly." You lapse into an uncomfortable silence. There is something else bothering Reva but you don't think this is the right time to ask. <</if>> [[Next|2c16]]

<<set $ra += 1>> The initial surprise has worn off, you can't help but feel unsettled. You're glad to have a friend on the Path, but the thought of Reva being in danger because of you ties a knot in your stomach. "Why would they agree to that? Reva's only a postulant, anything could happen to her on the ground!" Faren looks at you with a curious glint in his eye, "I wasn't aware you cared so much for the aspiring priestess." "I don't." You cut him off abruptly, but he only looks amused by your reaction. You start walking towards the temple in a huff. You don't know why the news affect you this much. It's just Reva. The walk to the temple is short from the balcony and a couple minutes later you're standing by its arching structure. Faren seems somewhat more relaxed here, with Taris completely out of view. You see the sillouhette of Reva and Reverend Dasius by the stairs, and they start making their way down when they spot you. Reva catches your eyes and gives you a slightly sheepish smile, probably because she knows you're just now finding out that she'll be joining you. "$title Ledici, Arborist Valar." Says the Reverend with an air of formality. "I trust you're here to commence the Path?" "We are, Reverend." Begins Faren, "The Duke and the rest of our party should be waiting by the hoist already. Have you finalized your preparations?" "Yes, lead the way if you will. We should descend while it's still light out." Responds Reverend Dasius, looking at the sun high in the sky. Faren turns and begins walking towards the large door on the trunk. The Reverend follows closely behind him, leaving you and Reva walking side by side. Reva leans over to whisper in your ear "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I only found out recently that the Reverend would need me to come with him. He said he would make me priestess after I complete the Path." "If you complete the Path." You whisper back, voice laced with concern. "Reva, the ground is dangerous. A lot of people don't come back at all." She shoots you a small smirk, "Are you worried about me Dukeling?" "Why wouldn't I be? You're my friend..." You answer, feeling your face heat slightly. Reva smiles at you softly before her face turns serious. "You know I can't simply say no. Even if I were scared of whatever's down there, I wouldn't exactly be able to refuse him." You breathe a deep sigh and look at where the Reverend is walking ahead of you. He is a thin old man, his dark cloaks hang loosely from his figure. He has small eyes with pronounced bags, and there is something rat-like about him. He is unpleasant in every sense, <<if $religious gt 0>>you'd probably visit the temple more frequently if it weren't for his presence.<<else>>one of the many reasons you don't visit the temple.<</if>> You wish Reva was able to complete her postulancy under someone else, but at least the Path offers her an opportunity to be free of him. <<if $seal != "yes">> "Why didn't you tell me you were walking the Path?" Asks Reva abruptly. "You knew about it last time we met, didn't you?" You think about how to reply. Reva is your friend, but you were also not completely sure if you could trust her with sensitive information. How do you explain that to her? "I didn't want to burden you with it, Reva." You say, disguising the truth. "This was something that I had to deal with by myself." "Not anymore." She responds, a sad smile on her face. "We're in this together." You return her smile thoughtfully. There is something else bothering Reva but you don't think this is the right time to ask. <</if>> [[Next|2c16]]

Faren and Reverend Dasius lead you down a staircase within the trunk, to the lowest parts of the canopy. You're about to ask why you're heading to a dead end, when Faren touches both his hands to the solid hardwood in front of you. He closes his eyes in concentration and the knots start shifting and twisting under his touch, making a man sized opening for you to walk through. Faren's face looks incredibly serene when he uses Arborism, softening the edges of his sharp features. It's an odd look on him. The Reverend is the first to walk down. The confidence with which he enters the passage makes you wonder if this is the first time he has walked the Path. <<if $krevsecret eq "yes">>Did he accompany your father and Krev on the last pilgrimage? <</if>>Reva follows after him, runing her hands down the shifting wood as she walks down. Faren eyes you expectantly, waiting for you to follow. You walk into the dark passage, with only the sound of your companion's footsteps to guide you. Faren closes the makeshift hole behind you and you're left stumbling blindly. You almost walk into Reva when she stops ahead of you, having reached the end of the tunnel. You feel, rather than see, Faren walking past you towards the wooden wall. He repeats the same motion as before and you're drenched in light. Through the makeshift opening you can see a hoist next to a small branch. The Duke is waiting there with Ajuna and Elen. Beyond them you see a small group of Arborists in their green vests, and Krev talking to a couple of Red Guards. Their expressions are disguised behind their painted wooden masks, only their eyes are slightly visible. Faren closes the opening behind you as you step onto the platform alongside Reva and the Reverend. Elen is the first to turn your direction, smiling timidly. You shoot him an encouraging smile of your own, which fades slightly when your eyes meet the Duke. His eyes are somber, his mouth slightly downturned. "$title $name Ledici" He starts, pulling the attention of the rest of the people on the platform. "As the named heir of Tree Ledici you have been awarded the honor of completing the Sacrosanct Path and forging a direct link to the Mycelian gods. You will walk the ground of your ancestors to the centre of The Thicket, where this new bond will flourish." "Do not expect the Path to be forgiving. It is not only a priviledge, but a test.<<if $duke gte 0>> I wish for your safe return to our Canopy.<</if>> May we rest in kindred." You stand stiffly, all eyes on you. "I understand Duke Ledici. May we rest in kindred." You say, voice unwavering. The latter is a Mycelian prayer, <<if $religious gt 0>>you use if frequently. You like the meaning behind it; that //in both peace and death we are one.//<<else>>it's been a while since you've said it. The words feel awkward in your mouth, and you ponder their meaning. //In both peace and death we are one.//<</if>> You're about to step towards the hoist when Elen rushes you in a hug. He wraps his thin arms around you tightly, his head resting on your shoulder. "Please be careful..." He sighs shakily. "You're the only real family I have left." Even though he whispers the words you're still scared your father will hear them. You somewhat wonder if Elen wants him to. [["I'll be back soon." You say, hugging him back. "I promise."|2c17.1][$humor -=1]] [["I'll kick the ground's ass." You joke, trying to reassure him. "Or should I say the bottom's bottom?"|2c17.2][$humor += 1]]

"I'll kick the ground's ass." You joke, trying to reassure him. "Or should I say the bottom's bottom?" Elen chuckles weakly at your lame joke, but as he steps back you realize you've raised his spirits. You're wondering whether you should say a proper goodbye to your father when he makes the decision for you. "Arborist Ilimani, please begin lowering the hoist once the company is ready to depart." Says the Duke to a short stocky man in the group of Arborists. He then turns to another person besides him. "Arborist Woen, I will be departing with Lord Elen." Woen hurries over to the wall of the trunk and opens the passage for the Duke and his youngest. You watch their figures recede into the darkness, Elen sending you and Ajuna a last worried glance over his back. Woen closes the opening and they're gone. Arborist Ilimani was Faren's tutor in the farming district and you see him step towards him to say a few words before he leaves. You can't quite hear what they're saying but Ilimani seems concerned, his thick brow furrowed. You look away in envy at the fatherly display of affection he shows towards Faren, a big hand on his shoulder pulling him in for a hug. You walk towards the surface of the hoist, Ajuna by your side. She must see your distress, as she pinches your arm affectionately. Reva and the Reverend make their way to the platform next, followed by Krev and the Red Guards. They cut imposing figures with their monochrome red armour and long spears. The tip of both their weapons is copper, an honour awarded to fighters of the highest rank. Finally, Faren steps on the platform, nodding solemly at Ilimani that you're ready to depart. Ilimani begins guiding the hoist downwards, the motion of his hands elongating the vine that holds the floor on which you're standing. Eventually Ilimani will run out of steam, and one of the other Arborists from the group will take over for him. Ajuna told you the trip from the lowest branch to the ground can be as long as four hours, too long for one Arborist to work continuously by themselves. Like any activity, Arborism requires energy, and overusing it can have consequences. You're slowly lowered down, watching the platform you were standing in get smaller and smaller in the distance. [[Chapter Two]] <<set $chapter to "Chapter Two">>

"I'll be back soon." You say, hugging him back. "I promise." Elen nods and smiles tearfully at you as he steps back. You're wondering whether you should say a proper goodbye to your father when he makes the decision for you. "Arborist Ilimani, please begin lowering the hoist once the company is ready to depart." Says the Duke to a short stocky man in the group of Arborists. He then turns to another person besides him. "Arborist Woen, I will be departing with Lord Elen." Woen hurries over to the wall of the trunk and opens the passage for the Duke and his youngest. You watch their figures recede into the darkness, Elen sending you and Ajuna a last worried glance over his back. Woen closes the opening and they're gone. Arborist Ilimani was Faren's tutor in the farming district and you see him step towards him to say a few words before he leaves. You can't quite hear what they're saying but Ilimani seems concerned, his thick brow furrowed. You look away in envy at the fatherly display of affection he shows Faren, a big hand on his shoulder pulling him in for a hug. You walk towards the surface of the hoist, Ajuna by your side. She must see your distress, as she pinches your arm affectionately. Reva and the Reverend make their way to the platform next, followed by Krev and the Red Guards. They cut imposing figures with their monochrome red armour and long spears. The tip of both their weapons is copper, an honour awarded to fighters of the highest rank. Finally, Faren steps on the platform, nodding solemly at Ilimani that you're ready to depart. Ilimani begins guiding the hoist downwards, the motion of his hands elongating the vine that holds the floor on which you're standing. Eventually Ilimani will run out of steam, and one of the other Arborists from the group will take over for him. Ajuna told you the trip from the lowest branch to the ground can be as long as four hours, too long for one Arborist to work continuously by themselves. Like any activity, Arborism requires energy, and overusing it can have consequences. You're slowly lowered down, watching the platform you were standing in get smaller and smaller in the distance. [[Chapter Two]] <<set $chapter to "Chapter Two">>

<<nobr>>  <style> #ui-bar {display:none;} #passages {width:100vw;margin:0;background-image:var(--chapter-two);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-size:100%;background-position:center;overflow:hidden;scrollbar-width:none;font-family:var(--header-font);transition:0s;padding:0;} ::-webkit-scrollbar {width:0px;} .passage {text-align:center;transition:10s;} #passages a:before {content: none;} #story {margin-left:0;} h1 {text-align:center;margin-top:5vh;} @media screen and (max-width: 800px) {#story {margin:0;}} </style> <</nobr>> <h1>Chapter Two [[The Curse]]</h1> "Tell me now of the very souls that look alike, look alike Do you know the stranglehold covering their eyes? If I call on every soul in the land, on the moon Tell me if I'll ever know a blessing in disguise The curse ruled from the underground down by the shore And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before" -Agnes Obel

The shadow of Tree Ledici grows above you as you descend. It's darker on the hoist now, though you've only been descending for a couple of hours. The sun doesn't reach the lower parts of the tree with the same ease. You wonder how dark the ground is, especially at night. Your companions have all assumed comfortable positons on the moving platform, some of them sitting on their packs. You debated whether you wanted to bring out your <<if $hobby eq "drawing">>sketchbook, <<elseif $hobby eq "playing music">>small harp, <<elseif $hobby eq "writing">>journal, <<else>>card game, <</if>>but you felt too restless for it. You've busied yourself thinking of the information Reva gave you. You see her now, leaning unassumingly on the hoist's railing. No one would suspect she's paying close attention to every single word and movement in her vicinity. <<if $krevsecret eq "yes">>You look at Krev next, his secret fresh in your mind. You've always thought he was a drunk and a fool, a shadow of the fighter he used to be. You wonder now if the reason he drinks is to forget what's below, if he's ready to go back. He's sitting on the ground, his small pack on his lap, looking up at the receding branches on the tree. There's a quiet resignation in his face. You understand your father wanted someone experienced to accompany you, but you can't help but feel it was cruel of him to ask Krev to come back. You can't imagine doing that to a friend. <<elseif $farensecret eq "yes">>You look at Faren next, his secret fresh in your mind. You don't doubt the reason Faren decided to come on the Path is somehow related to him lurking around Oja's study. What did he find there? Faren is standing by the vines on the hoist, his hand slightly elevated above them. If you didn't know him better you would think he's slightly prompting them downwards to lessen the work of the Arborists above. His look of deep concentration makes you wonder. <<elseif $ajunasecret eq "yes">>You look at Ajuna next, her secret fresh in your mind. She's sitting cross-legged on the floor of the hoist, her eyes closed in meditation. You've always known Ajuna to be a mysterious person. You gave up on figuring her out a long time ago. Ajuna is Ajuna and you just have to be ready for anything when it comes to her. You are surprised, however, by her decision to sell her artifacts. She's spent her whole life building a collection, and now she's sending them off to an unknown buyer? Something about it bothers you. Ajuna never struck you as someone who cared much for money, so why else would she give them away? <<else>> You turn to stare at the cracks on the bark of the trunk as you move down, their lines bending and distorting. It's your tree, your home, your birthright. You think back at what Reva revealed of your father. It's normal for the Duke to decree a line of succession, especially with the Path so imminent. But something about it still unsettles you. Why would him and Krev fight about whomever he put on that paper? It couldn't have been you, or Elen, so who was it? You try to sort out a list of people that could fit the part, nobles your father could entrust with his duties, but you end up just as confused as before.<</if>> Lost in thought as you were, you didn't notice there are shadows building beneath you, silouhettes of the world below. You join the others leaning on the railing, trying to look down. You notice Krev is the only one who remains seated, indifferent to the shapes on the ground. "They're trees." Says Ajuna, a sap glass monocle on her eye. "Small ones, like the ones from the old world." She has an excited smile on her face, you don't think you've ever seen her look so childlike. "There is no old world, Maester." Says the Reverend, though he also seems enlivened by the small trees. "Only the realm of the Mycelian." If Ajuna was less preocupied by the changing landscape you're sure she would've rolled her eyes at the Reverend. Instead she continues to look down, watching the trees as they rise from a thin mist. Their figures are clearer now, and you can see they're all of the same kind. They're coniferous, with peaked shapes and needlelike dark leaves. A //forest// you think, the word somewhat foreign. There's hundreds of these trees, stretching to the horizon, a carpet of green foliage covering the ground. It's unlike anything you've ever seen before. You think of how easy it would be to get lost in there and are suddenly very glad to have the Reverend with you. He's had the privilege to study the path, and his knowledge of the gods will guide you to the center of The Thicket. [[Further down.]]

The trees seem to grow bigger as you descend, and they're soon enveloping you and your companions. You stare at their thin branches, hardly sturdy enough to support the weight of a nesting bird. You've heard the sprigs of the Thicket trees have branches that thin, but you've been lucky to never see them in person. Reva is staring intently at their structure, the shadows in her eyes growing as you descend. Although your surroundings are substantially darker than they were before, there is a soft glow emanating below the pines. You crane your neck to try to get a glimpse of the source. There's little sparkling dots blanketing the forest floor, and you get momentary vertigo looking at their constellations. The bioluminescent plants delude your eyes, making you feel like you're rising towards the stars. As you get closer to the ground you can see that they're clusters of small fungi littered throughout the earth, growing on the bark of the trees. Their blue light compensates for the shade created by the layers of foliage above, and you're glad that you wont be left completely in the dark. If anything, there's something beautiful about their otherworldly glow. You turn back towards your companions and notice that you're not the only one staring. With the exception of Krev, the rest of your group is peeking down towards the ground, amazed by the spectacle of lights. You see Faren stretch out his arms towards the trees, unguarded amazement in his eyes. You try to imagine what it must feel like for an Arborist to be surrounded by so much flora, a forest of trees at his disposal. Ajuna has a hand lifted as well, but she's directing it towards the ground, sussing out the network of roots under your feet. Unlike Faren, her expression is one of mild confusion. The floor of the hoist hits the ground with a thud, and you adjust your grip on the railing to maintain your balance. [[You've arrived.]]

Reverend Dasius is the first to step off the hoist and you flinch when his foot first presses against the moist earth. You half expect him to fall through, the land below you a mere figment of your imagination. It holds, however, as the Reverend walks forwards easily, confidently even. This must be one of the most important moments of his life, visiting the land of the gods he devoted himself to. <<if $religious gte 0>>You feel it too, the spiritual nature of the land. There's something different about the air here. It's teeming with strange life, organisms you have only heard tell of. And behind it there's something else, a presence. The gods are near. <<else>> You have to admit you feel it too, the odd spiritual nature of the land. There's something different about the air here. It's teeming with strange life, organisms you have only heard tell of. But there's something else behind it, a presence. You're not a believer, but you have to admit there's some otherworldy being lurking in the shadows. <</if>> Ajuna follows close after him, after confirming that the Reverend did not burst into flames or collapse instantaneously. She kneels down on the ground and grabs a handful of dirt, examining it closely. She brings it up to her nose, smelling it before dropping it back down. "It's fertile soil," she begins, shaking the excess off her hands, "but there's nothing unnatural about it. It seems a healthy place for life to thrive." You understand the question she leaves unspoken. If the soil is not toxic, what else is keeping humans from settling on the ground? You grab your pack and step off the hoist, the ground suprisingly soft under your feet. The rest of your companions follow close behind you, each of them stepping off to admire their new surroundings. The only one who stays put is Krev. He hasn't moved, looking up from his position as he was before. You follow his gaze but the branches of Ledici have faded into obscurity, a thick fog blocking them from view. [[You approach Krev slowly, as not to startle him, and ask him what's wrong.][$meek += 1]] [[You leave Krev where he is, you trust he'll recover soon enough.|"Let me through." Snaps Ajuna, pushing you and the Reverend out of her way.]] [[You snap Krev out of his stupor. You need him to be alert on the ground, for all your sakes.][$meek -= 1]]

You step slowly back on the hoist, trying not to startle the old man. You kneel besides Krev, gently calling his name. <<set $krev += 5>><<set $ruth -=1>> "Krev... We've made it down." You say, concern burrowing in your brow. "We should probably start moving soon." Krev shifts slightly at your words, his absent eyes meeting yours. "I can't be here again... I can't bear this again." He whispers, the words sending a chill down your spine. <<if $krevsecret eq "yes">>You knew he'd been to the ground before, that isn't a surprise. But this reaction tells you a lot more about his experience than what Reva spoke of. Your father wasn't the only one who was permanently changed by the last Path. <<else>> Again? Had Krev been on this journey before? Was he part of the party who had accompanied your father in his Path? A lot of things seem to click at once. Krev's hurt look when the Duke had demanded he join you on your journey. His resigned face when the hoist was being lowered. Even his relationship with your father, why he was kept as a chancellor for so long. <</if>> The panic in Krev's voice disturbs you, your guard coming back up. You'd let yourself be distracted by the beauty surrounding you. You're suddenly more aware of the $weapon by your side and you remind yourself there's a reason so many people don't return from the realm of the Mycelian. You put a hand on Krev's shoulder, but it does nothing to calm him down. "You can stay here, wait for the hoist to come back up." You tell him, trying to appease his panic. "You don't have to do this again..." "He does." You hear the Reverend's tight voice behind you. "The hoist won't come back up until the heir makes the connection and can signal the Duke that they've completed the Path. There's no way out but through." You really have no choice now. Everyone is depending on you to be able to return to the tree. You look back at the rest of your companions, Reva, Faren, Ajuna and the two Red Guards. They're depending on you. [["Let me through." Snaps Ajuna, pushing you and the Reverend out of her way.][$krevsecret to "yes"]]

Ajuna steps on the hoist and sits in front of the now panicking Krev. His breaths are shallow and fast, eyes darting wildly at his surroundings. "Look into my eyes." Says Ajuna firmly, placing her hands on both sides of Krev's chest. You've seen her do this combination of Arborism and healing before. She's using both skills to prompt the lungs into relaxing, deconstricting the diaphragm. It requires extensive knowledge of the human body and it's biology, as well as a handle on basic Arborism. If an Arborist untrained in medicine tried something even as simple as what Ajuna's doing right now they could obstruct Krev's breathing further. If it was a really strong arborist, they could even cause roots to sprout in his lungs, killing him instantly. This is why Faren never dabbled in medicine. The only time he ever tried was with his arm, and he was under Ajuna's strict supervision at the time. You think part of the reason why some Arborists can interact with human physiology is because you're made of the same stuff. When you spend your entire life living on a tree, breathing and consuming from it, it creates a connection between body and bark. You're not an Arborist yourself, so you don't quite understand the science behind it, but you've been healed by Ajuna enough times to know that there is definitely something of the tree within you. Krev's breathing is slowing now, his eyes closed. His hands are losening their tight grip on his pack, relaxing against the fabric. "I'm okay, I'm fine!" He says, pushing Ajuna back as he gets on his feet. Ajuna gives him a dirty glance and he looks away embarrassed. The rest of your companions are now standing by the hoist, watching as Krev composes himself. "You've been here before, haven't you? In the Duke's path?" Says Faren, his sharp gaze boring into the older man. "I can't talk about it." Responds Krev venomously, turning his back to you to collect his things. You see him pull out a flask out of one of his bags, taking a large swig of its contents. "There's nothing you could tell us? Nothing that could help us reach the center of the Thicket faster?" Insists Faren, awarding him a glare from Ajuna. This makes Krev turn around, his red face contorted with rage. "There are no words, or signals or any other damn method of communication I could use to help you!" His next words are barely a whisper. "They made sure of it." Faren's face remains impassive, but there's a small twitch in his eyebrows. "If everyone's done cornering the man, could we move on?" Says Reva, glancing at everyone in your group. "I know the place is pretty but I'm not eager to stay down here longer than I have to." It's hard to argue with her words. Soon, everyone has their packs on and is ready to move. The Reverend leads the way, lifting his long robes to ease his way through the forest. He looks awkward in this new setting, and there's no doubt in your mind that his previous confidence was fabricated. [[There's a long way to go.]]

You step boldly back on the hoist, determined to snap the old man back to attention. You kneel beside Krev, nudging him in the arm. <<set $krev -= 5>><<set $ruth +=1>> "Krev, we've arrived." You tell him loudly, trying to break his stupor. "We need to start moving soon." Krev shifts slightly at your words, his absent eyes meeting yours. "I can't be here again... I can't bear this again." He whispers, the words sending a chill down your spine. <<if $krevsecret eq "yes">>You knew he'd been to the ground before, that isn't a surprise. But this reaction tells you a lot more about his experience than what Reva spoke of. Your father wasn't the only one who was permanently changed by the last Path. <<else>> Again? Had Krev been on this journey before? Was he part of the party who had accompanied your father in his Path? A lot of things seem to click at once. Krev's hurt look when the Duke had demanded he join you on your journey. His resigned look when the hoist was being lowered. Even his relationship with your father, why he was kept as a chancellor for so long. <</if>> The panic in Krev's voice disturbs you, your guard coming back up. You'd let yourself be distracted by the beauty surrounding you. You're suddenly more aware of the $weapon by your side and you remind yourself there's a reason so many people don't return from the realm of the Mycelian. You try to lift him by the arms, but you just wind up rattling him further. "You can't just stay here, Krev." You tell him, trying to kindle some of his old confidence. "How do you expect to defend yourself in this state?" "Maybe he can go back, wait until the hoist is raised again?" Says the taller Red Guard, who had been listening to your exchange. "He can't." You hear the Reverend's tight voice behind you. "The hoist won't come back up until the heir makes the connection and can signal the Duke that they've completed the Path. There's no way out but through." You really have no choice now. Everyone is depending on you to be able to return to the tree. You look back at the rest of your companions, Reva, Faren, Ajuna and the two Red Guards. They're depending on you. [["Let me through." Snaps Ajuna, pushing you and the Reverend out of her way.][$krevsecret to "yes"]]

You spend a good part of the first two hours of your journey walking in silence. <<if $strength gte 5>>You're fit so the walk itself doesn't wear on you physically, however, you can already feel the straps of your pack starting to dig into your shoulders.<<else>>You're starting to feel sore, you're not used to long walks. You can already feel a small blister forming on the side of your left foot, and the straps of your pack digging painfully into your shoulders.<</if>> You're suddenly aware of how long this journey is going to be. The two Red Guards are carrying even heavier packs than yours, they're tasked with holding most of the supplies for your journey. Tools, ailments, and most importantly, food. You bet there's a good supply of midas bread in there, a dense chewy square meant to keep one sprig soldier satisfied for days. You can't say you look forwards to it. The landscape hasn't changed much since you first left the vicinity of the Ledici trunk. There's just trees in every direction you look. You would be bored if it wasn't for the quiet uneasiness you feel deep in your chest. You keep looking behind you as you walk, but there's nothing out of the ordinary. You still can't help the impulse, not when you feel like you're being followed. Maybe you should try talking to your companions to distract yourself. The Reverend walks at the very front with Reva tagging along at a healthy distance, looking bored. Krev is also in front of you, walking with his head to the ground. Faren and Ajuna are walking behind you, a couple meters from each other. While Ajuna seems unable to take her eyes off the scenery, Faren is walking with his eyes closed, hands outsretched. <<set $convo to 0>> [[I'll go talk to Reva]] [[I'll go talk to Krev]] [[I'll go talk to Faren]] [[I'll go talk to Ajuna]]

<<set $convo += 1>> You lengthen your stride to catch up with Reva, and she smiles back at you as she hears you approach. "Come to grace me with your company, Dukeling?" She says, throwing an arm around you playfully. "You were looking dreadfully bored, I thought I might save you from your misery." You say, a smile on your face. You and Reva love speaking with a playful formality, poking fun at the pompous way some nobles address each other. Reva thoughtful as she walks, her eyes gazing at the path in front of you. You're about to ask her what she's thinking about when she interrupts you. "Let's play a game to pass the time." She says with a grin. <<if $humor gte 0>> "I'm always game for a game." You respond, raising your eyebrows challengingly. "I knew you would be. <<else>> "That depends on what game we're playing." You respond, raising an eyebrow. "It's nothing you can't handle. <</if>>It goes like this; I tell you a piece of information and you tell me whether it's fact or fiction. Then we switch." "You're giving me information for free?" You ask skeptically. "It's not like we have much else to do here..." She says, looking around. "Plus, you can pay me back when you're promoted. Or just take it to your grave." She adds that last part sardonically. "Fine." You say. "Let's do it." "Then I'll start." Says Reva, squinting her eyes mischeviously. "The very serious Reverend over there likes to draw erotic depictions of the Mycelian gods. I have never seen breasts so horribly misproportioned." She sighs dramatically, fighting a grin. [[Fact.]] [[Fiction.]]

<<set $convo += 1>> <<set $krev += 5>> You approach Krev, making sure not to startle him. He looks back at you with a somewhat irritated frown. "You don't have to step so loudly." He tells you, as you fall into step besides him. "I could've heard you coming a mile away." "I was trying not to startle you." You answer sheepishly. "You're not what I'm afraid of down here, $title Ledici." He says sourly. "Earlier..." You start, thinking about how to broach the subject. "You told Faren that you couldn't speak about what happened here. At least not with words." Krev sighs loudly, slowing his steps. "The Duke is not the only one changed by this journey." He kicks over a pebble with his boot. "I would tell you if I could, but I can't speak of what I saw any more than a stone can speak of the weather." "You're physically incapable?" You try to pry to no avail, Krev's lips are sealed. You wonder what could've happened that made him unable to speak. Is it the same kind of ritual that changes the heirs during their journey? Maybe the gods did something to him. You can't be sure unless you know more. This is going to be a very fruitless talk unless you find a way around it. "What if I asked you questions?" You prompt, turning to face him. "You wouldn't need to answer directly. Just let me ask." Just because he can't consciously speak of it doesn't mean you can't try non-verbal signals. <<if $charisma gte 10>>You're good at reading people, you don't doubt you'll be able to discern some information from his reactions. <<elseif $wit gte 10>>You may not be the best at reading people, but you're smart. You'll be able to glean any signals he throws your way. <<else>> You may not be the best at reading people, but you have practice discerning subtle changes in body language. You'll be able to figure something out from those. <</if>> Krev nods with a frown, bringing one of his big calloused hands to play with his beard. He's waiting for you to begin. [["Are there other humans down here?"]] [["Is the biggest danger the fauna of the ground?"]] [["Will the gods aid me in the Path?"]]

<<set $convo +=1>><<set $f2convo to 1>> You decide to approach Faren, however wise that idea may be. You're curious about what he thinks of this world, his perspective as an Arborist is a valuable one. You would've imagined that being in a place like this would be overwhelming for him, but he seems at ease in the forest. His eyes are closed so he shouldn't be able to see you coming, but you can tell from his eyebrows twitching that he senses you anyways. "$title Ledici, is there something I can help you with?" He says, with a slightly apprehensive tone. "Don't worry Faren, I'm not here to start a fight." You tell him, rolling your eyes. "Unless you want me to, in which case I seem to be quite adept at pushing your buttons." "I rather you didn't." He says curtly. "I was enjoying my walk so far." "I can see that..." You begin, "What do you see?" "My eyes are closed, fool." He answers. //Smartass.// "You know what I mean. I'm not an Arborist, I'd like to know what it's like for one in this scenario." There's a pinch of resentment in your voice, but you try to stifle it in favour of a civil conversation. He doesn't answer for a while, ignoring you. You're about to prompt him again when he lifts up a hand to silence you. <<if $brash gt $meek>>You swallow back a huff and try to be patient. Why is he taking so long?<<else>>You wait for him to respond patiently, looking around at the flora around you as he thinks.<</if>> Finally, he responds. "It feels odd." He opens his eyes and turns to look at you. "The Ledici tree is one organism, familiar. I've learnt its language, its moods. The forest is different." "Because it's many organisms?" You ask. "Can you feel all of them?" "Yes, and no. It's like being in a crowd full of strangers. I can see the expressions and the demeanor of those in my vicinity, but I can't guess as to what they're thinking. And I don't know where the crowd ends, just that it's beyond my range." "Which do you prefer?" You ask, wondering at the spark in his eye. "I dont know." He pauses, running his bony hand through his hair. "Ledici is a comforting presence, a stable and old source of Arborism." "But this..." He continues. "This is an incredible source of power. I could tap into any of these trees and never be limited." There's a wild look in his eyes, his hair standing up where he ruffled it. "That's not an answer." You tell him, wary of what it may be. "You're asking me to compare very different things." He replies with an irritated sigh. "But if you're questioning my loyalties, I obviously prefer Ledici. There's nothing really here for me anyways." You walk in silence for a bit, both turning the conversation in your heads. Faren seems irritated again, and you weren't even trying this time. "I'm not as sly as you think I am, you know." Says Faren eventually, a frown on his face. [["I don't think you're sly."]] [["I never said you were."]] [["I can't say you've led me to think otherwise."]]

<<set $convo += 1>> You approach Ajuna and she smiles your way as you fall into step besides her. She stays quiet for a while, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you. "Do you know what I find curious about this place?" She says after a while. "A lot of things, I imagine. I don't think I've ever seen you so attentive to your surroundings." You reply. It's true. You and Elen would sometimes play a game in her cottage, seeing how much of a ruckus you could make before she unglued her face from her book. It took Elen falling from a chair and breaking a sap glass vase for her to finally catch on to your antics. She wasn't exactly pleased. "Smart ass. Are you going to guess or am I going to have to tell you?" She says, raising an eyebrow. [["You're thinking about the small trees, how different their structure is from ours."]] [["You're thinking about the lack of fauna."]] [["You're thinking about how flattering the bioluminescent light is."][$humor += 1]] [["Why would I guess, you're going to tell me anyways."][$meek -= 1]]

"It's fact, isn't it?." You ask, a grimace on your face. "Please tell me I'm wrong." "You'll be happy to hear that you are wrong. His erotic fiction is kept strictly in writing." "Are you serious?" You say, turning to face her, shock written plain on your face. "Maybe..." She responds with a wink. "It's your turn to tell me something fun." You walk for a couple minutes thinking of what to tell Reva. You understand why she likes this game. Whether you win or lose, you find out something interesting about your opponent. You wonder what you could tell her that she doesn't already know, and how to tell her so she doesn't suspect the truth. [["I once threw up out a railing, and onto Chancellor Torin on the branch below." You say, almost wishing it wasn't true.]] [["I once convinced Ajuna to go on a date with Chancellor Oja." You say, hoping she can't tell it's a lie.]]

"There's no way that's true." You tell her. "It's fiction." "You are correct, Dukeling. His erotic fiction is strictly in writing." "Are you serious?" You say, turning to face her, shock written plain on your face. "Maybe..." She responds with a wink. "It's your turn to tell me something fun." You walk for a couple minutes thinking of what to tell Reva. You understand why she likes this game. Whether you win or lose, you find out something interesting about your opponent. You wonder what you could tell her that she doesn't already know, and how to tell her so she doesn't suspect the truth. [["I once threw up out a railing, and onto Chancellor Torin on the branch below." You say, almost wishing it wasn't true.]] [["I once convinced Ajuna to go on a date with Chancellor Oja." You say, hoping she can't tell it's a lie.]]

"I once convinced Ajuna to go on a date with Chancellor Oja." You say, straight faced. It's a lie, Ajuna's never been partnered before and you don't think she has an intention to ever be. "Fiction." Says Reva immediately. "Everyone knows Ajuna is married to her work. And Oja has been partnered for years." "She has?" You ask Reva, surprised by Oja's circumstance. She's always been so secretive that you didn't imagine she had anyone. You wonder if you would even recognize her without her decorative makeup. "Oja is smart, she likes to keep her work very very far from her family. And vice-versa." Says Reva, her amused smile fraying on the edges. You hum in agreement, wondering how much you truly know of the people you work with. Maybe even the people on the ground with you. It irks you that in comparison, your home life is an open book to your companions. "It's your turn again." You tell Reva. "Unless you're done playing..." She seems to take this as a challenge, tilting her head to look at you. "I'm the youngest of four, but I only ever met one of my siblings." The words seem to spurt out of her mouth and she looks away before you can gage her reaction. You don't know why she would say that, she'd told you that she has no siblings. She only had her mother growing up. She'd mentioned the occasional visit of her grandfather, but her lack of close relatives had always been a sore point for her. Maybe she forgot she'd mentioned this already... [[Fact.|fact1]] [[Fiction.|fiction1]]

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"Fact." You say tentatively. Something about her reaction makes you think that maybe it's the truth. That she was lying before. She takes a deep breath before she turns back to look at you, a strained smile on her face. "You win this one..." There's a flash of anticipation in her eyes, as if she's expecting you to argue with her. To confront her about lying to you. "You only met one of them?" The question escapes your lips before you have a chance to stop it. "I never found the rest." She answers, her eyes lost elsewhere. The sound of the foliage crunching under your boots feels deafening. Your time with Reva is often light and easy. She has a way of bringing humour into anything, keeping the atmosphere relaxed. This feels nothing like that. [["Why did you lie to me?"][$brash += 1]] [["I'd like to meet them someday."][$meek +=1 ]] [["What about your mother and grandfather?"]]

"Fiction." You respond, but it almost sounds like a question. Is she playing a trick on you? Why would she bring up something you already know? She takes a deep breath before she turns back to look at you, a strained smile on her face. "No. That one's a fact." There's a flash of anticipation in her eyes, as if she's expecting you to argue with her. To confront her about lying to you. "You only met one of them?" The question escapes your lips before you have a chance to stop it. "I never found the rest." She answers, her eyes lost elsewhere. The sound of the foliage crunching under your boots feels deafening. Your time with Reva is often light and easy. She has a way of bringing humour into anything, keeping the atmosphere relaxed. This feels nothing like that. [["Why did you lie to me?"][$brash += 1]] [["I'd like to meet them someday."][$meek +=1 ]] [["What about your mother and grandfather?"]]

"Why did you lie to me?" You ask her, your tone accusatory. You feel somewhat betrayed. If she lied about her family, what else had she been lying about this whole time? The whole point of Reva being your informant is that you can trust the information she gives you. <<if $reva gte 10>> However, the admission of her lie hurts because you're friends. You wouldn't lie to her like that.<</if>> "I didn't lie to you." She responds, somewhat defensively. "Well maybe a little, but I did grow up with my mother and grandfather." <<set $reva -= 5>> "You told me you had no family left outside of her." You say, trying not to be resentful. It's her business anyways, maybe you shouldn't pry. "How much of it was the truth?" "I don't owe you my personal life, Dukeling. That's never been part of our deal." There's a mirthless grin on her face now. "It's your turn anyways." You breathe in some of the forest's fresh green air. You could steer the conversation into more familiar territory. But you could also delve deeper into this vulnerable side of both of you, sharing something with Reva in return. [["The Duke was involved in my mother's disappearance."]] [["The Duke has six toes on his right foot."][$humor += 1]] [["I don't want to play anymore"]]

"What about your mother and grandfather?" You ask, the real question apparent. Did she lie about them too? <<if $reva gte 10>>You really hope she didn't. You've shared details of your family with her, as a sign of trust and affection. It would hurt you to think she couldn't do the same for you. <<else>> Reva's information has never steered you wrong. You wonder why she would lie about something so trivial and tell the truth about everything else.<</if>> "They exist." She laughs mirthlessly, still not looking at you. "I didn't lie, I just..." "Omitted." You finish for her, somewhat relieved. "I guess so." She looks eager to change the subject. "It's your turn." You breathe in some of the forest's fresh green air. You could steer the conversation into more familiar territory. But you could also delve deeper into this vulnerable side of both of you, sharing something with Reva in return. [["The Duke was involved in my mother's disappearance."]] [["The Duke has six toes on his right foot."][$humor += 1]] [["I don't want to play anymore"]]

"I hope to meet them someday." You tell her gently, making it clear that you wont press her for details. <<if $reva gte 5>>You have a feeling that even speaking about her siblings was a big step for her. You know she despises the vulnerability attached to honesty. <<else>> You say it to appease her, but the truth is there's no reason for you to care about her lie. Reva's your informant, her family and private life are really none of your business.<</if>> Reva seems relieved that you're not prying into her personal life, her hands ceasing their anxious fiddling with her robes. You wonder why she would even tell you this to begin with. Maybe a part of her does want to talk about it. "I hope you do too." She replies, but her smile is sad as she says the words. You walk in a companionable silence, and you feel like you've broken one of Reva's many barriers. Eventually, she breaks the silence. "It's your turn, Dukeling. Unless you prefer to end the game here." You breathe in some of the forest's fresh green air. You could steer the conversation into more familiar territory. But you could also delve deeper into this vulnerable side of both of you, sharing something with Reva in return. [["The Duke was involved in my mother's disappearance."]] [["The Duke has six toes on his right foot."][$humor += 1]] [["I don't want to play anymore"]]

"The Duke was involved in my mother's dissapearance." The words feel like rocks in your stomach. You say them partly because you believe them to be true, but also because you want to see Reva's reaction. If she thinks it's fact... then your suspicions may be founded. <<set $reva += 5>> Reva turns her head to look at you, surprise in her eyes. It doesn't seem like you'll get any valuable information. This is news to her. "If I say fact, will you keep it between us?" She asks you, a tentative smile on her face. "I don't fancy being branded a traitor." "I was really hoping you'd be more sure of your answer." You admit. "You were trying to gage my reaction to see if it was true? I'm impressed Dukeling." You scoff a little. "You shouldn't be. It's clear you didn't know much about the subject" "I would tell you if I did." Reva says, face serious. "I swear. I have no sympathy for the Duke." You look over at her and see the candor in her eyes, the determined shine in them as she speaks. <<if $reva gte 15>> "If we- When we get back to Ledici," begins Reva, "I'll help you find any information you need on him. On whatever it is he did." It feels like a promise. You fight the urge to thank her, to tell her how much it means to have an ally in this fight. To have her on your side, however dangerous it may be. Even you're not immune from being branded a traitor. <</if>> The game ends there, and you're glad. It was a dangerous thing to play with Reva to begin with. You keep walking for a while longer, the conversation shifting into more familiar territory. You have a good rapport, it's easy to walk with her. It proves to be a good distraction from your surroundings and suddenly the aches in your body don't seem as bad anymore. <<if $convo eq 1>>Eventually you decide to leave Reva's side to talk to someone else in your group. [[I'll go talk to Krev]] [[I'll go talk to Faren]] [[I'll go talk to Ajuna]] <<else>> Eventually you see the Reverend in front of you signal for everyone to stop. You've reached a small clearing, and you hope with all your might that he's decided to rest here. [[It seems you're in luck.]] <</if>>

"The Duke has six toes on his right foot." You say, fighting the smile growing on your face. <<set $reva += 5>> Reva chuckles softly, the tension from the conversation earlier fading from her shoulders. "Fact." She says mischeviously, even though you suspect she knows it isn't true. A relieved laugh escapes you. "Fiction. I think at least." You tell her. "I don't think I've seen his toes." "You're not really good at this game, you know?" Replies Reva, looking at you with a smile on her face. "You're the one who wanted to play." You argue playfully. "I guess you're right." The game ends there, and you're glad. It was a dangerous thing to play with Reva to begin with. You keep walking for a while longer, the conversation shifting into more familiar territory. You have a good rapport, it's easy to walk with her. It proves to be a good distraction from your surroundings and suddenly the aches in your body don't seem as bad anymore. <<if $convo eq 1>>Eventually you decide to leave Reva's side to talk to someone else in your group. [[I'll go talk to Krev]] [[I'll go talk to Faren]] [[I'll go talk to Ajuna]] <<else>> Eventually you see the Reverend in front of you signal for everyone to stop. You've reached a small clearing, and you hope with all your might that he's decided to rest here. [[It seems you're in luck.]] <</if>>

"I don't want to play anymore." You tell her with a tired sigh. "What if we just talk?" "That sounds peachy to me." Responds Reva easily. You're glad, that game was making you anxious. It was a dangerous thing to play with Reva to begin with. You and Reva keep walking for a while longer, the conversation shifting into more familiar territory. You have a good rapport, and it's easy to walk with her. It proves to be a good distraction from your surroundings and suddenly the aches in your body don't seem as bad anymore. <<if $convo eq 1>>Eventually you decide to leave Reva's side to talk to someone else in your group. [[I'll go talk to Krev]] [[I'll go talk to Faren]] [[I'll go talk to Ajuna]] <<else>> Eventually you see the Reverend in front of you signal for everyone to stop. You've reached a small clearing, and you hope with all your might that he's decided to rest here. [[It seems you're in luck.]] <</if>>

Reverend Dasius slows his steps, pacing from one end of the clearing to the other. It seems he's looking for something. "Can I assist you with anything, Reverend?" Says Reva, stepping up to him with a frown on her face. He silences her with a hand as he steps towards an odd stone rising from the ground on the edge of the glade. It's covered thin purple veins that seem to rise from the ground. At it's center there's an odd flower-like structure, thick folds extending from the center of the stone and growing outwards. "This is it..." You hear him mutter to himself. "This must be it." He leans an ear towards the flower, an amazed smile growing on his face from whatever it is he heard. You approach him slowly, trying to get a better look at the stone. There's something gruesome about the growth on it, like a tumor. The coloring of it reminds you of a bruise, blotched purple yellow and red. Your companions follow closely behind you, setting down their packs on the unkempt grass. Faren and Ajuna approach the stone carefully, analyzing it. Krev and the Red Guards keep their distance, staring at it from afar. "Reva, do you remember the oration I made you memorize?" Says, the Reverend, turning to face her. "I do..." responds Reva, "what-" "I'll need you to recite it." He answers. "The heir will make their first contact with the Mycelian today." Reva turns to you, looking just as lost as you feel. [["How will I do that?" You ask them, eager to get started.][$humour += 1]] [["Today?" You ask, hesitantly.][$meek += 1]] [["Tell me what I have to do." You tell them, resigned.][$brash += 1]]

"You're thinking about the small trees, how different their structure is from ours." You tell her, hoping you said the right thing. "The trees feel surprisingly similar, a miniature version of what Feuon would look like." She responds, turning to look at the trees surrounding you. "No. What I find curious about this place is the evidence around us of fauna." "That shouldn't be surprising, the conditions seem suitable for life." "It's surprising because we have yet to see another living thing." She lowers her voice to a whisper. "It's almost as though they're hiding. Or gone." You feel a shiver run down your back at her alarming words. She's right, you haven't seen so much as a squirrel since you came down. But the forest certainly does seem lived in. "There was broken branches on some of the trees we passed." Continues Ajuna. "A large animal would've had to break them, something human sized if you catch what I'm saying." "You think there are other humans living down here?" You ask her, surprise evident in your voice. "I think we shouldn't let our guard down." She says. "Whatever's out there may not be malicious, but we can't risk leaving ourselves vulnerable to the unknown." Even as she warns you, you can see a spark of exitement in her eyes. Ajuna is riveted by the ground, including the dangers that come with it. You can tell she's itching to follow the trails and see where they lead. [["Have you seen anything from the old world?"]] [["Do you really think the Mycelian are here?"]]

"You're thinking about the lack of fauna." You say, looking around at the silent forest. There is hardly any rustling in the leaves, no scurrying around from small animals or birds chirping from the trees. It's odd to be in a place so full of life but at the same time so empty. "You are somewhat right." She says, looking at you with a glint in her eye. "But what I'm truly concerned about is that there's also evidence of recent traffic. Something came through recently..." You feel a shiver run down your back at her alarming words. She's right, you haven't seen so much as a squirrel since you came down. But the forest certainly does seem lived in. "There was broken branches on some of the trees we passed." Continues Ajuna. "A large animal would've had to break them, something human sized if you catch what I'm saying." "You think there are other humans living down here?" You ask her, surprise evident in your voice. "I think we shouldn't let our guard down." She says. "Whatever's out there may not be malicious, but we can't risk leaving ourselves vulnerable to the unknown." Even as she warns you, you can see a spark of exitement in her eyes. Ajuna is riveted by the ground, including the dangers that come with it. You can tell she's itching to follow the trails and see where they lead. [["Have you seen anything from the old world?"]] [["Do you really think the Mycelian are here?"]]

"You're thinking about how flattering the bioluminescent light is." You joke, a small smirk on your face. In your defense, it's true. The fungi do emit a very favorable blueish glow. "No, that is not what I was thinking about." Ajuna rolls her eyes, but you can tell she's fighting a smile. "What I find curious about this place is the evidence of fauna around us." "That shouldn't be surprising, the conditions seem suitable for life." "It's surprising because we have yet to truly see another living thing." She lowers her voice to a whisper. "It's almost as though they're hiding. Or gone." You feel a shiver run down your back at her alarming words. She's right, you haven't seen so much as a squirrel since you came down. But the forest certainly does seem lived in. "There was broken branches on some of the trees we passed." Continues Ajuna. "A large animal would've had to break them, something human sized if you catch what I'm saying." "You think there are other humans living down here?" You ask her, surprise evident in your voice. "I think we shouldn't let our guard down." She says. "Whatever's out there may not be malicious, but we can't risk leaving ourselves vulnerable to the unknown." Even as she warns you, you can see a spark of exitement in her eyes. Ajuna is riveted by the ground, including the dangers that come with it. You can tell she's itching to follow the trails and see where they lead. [["Have you seen anything from the old world?"]] [["Do you really think the Mycelian are here?"]]

"Why would I guess, you're going to tell me anyways." You tell her bluntly. You're not giving her the satisfaction of correcting you today. "You're no fun, $name ." She says with a sigh. "What I find curious about this place is the evidence of fauna around us." "That shouldn't be surprising, the conditions seem suitable for life." "It's surprising because we have yet to truly see another living thing." She lowers her voice to a whisper. "It's almost as though they're hiding. Or gone." You feel a shiver run down your back at her alarming words. She's right, you haven't seen so much as a squirrel since you came down. But the forest certainly does seem lived in. "There was broken branches on some of the trees we passed." Continues Ajuna. "A large animal would've had to break them, something human sized if you catch what I'm saying." "You think there are other humans living down here?" You ask her, surprise evident in your voice. "I think we shouldn't let our guard down." She says. "Whatever's out there may not be malicious, but we can't risk leaving ourselves vulnerable to the unknown." Even as she warns you, you can see a spark of exitement in her eyes. Ajuna is riveted by the ground, including the dangers that come with it. You can tell she's itching to follow the trails and see where they lead. [["Have you seen anything from the old world?"]] [["Do you really think the Mycelian are here?"]]

"Have you seen any remainders of the old world?" You ask her, knowing it's something she's been on the lookout for since you landed. "I have not, but I can't say I'm entirely surprised." She replies with a sigh. "Why is that? I thought you'd be looking forwards to it." "Because the gods were not forgiving to the old world. And it's been hundreds of years since they were left to rot. Whatever is left will be buried under centuries of natural growth, and we don't have the time to go digging." You can tell she's somewhat dissappointed by the last part. If it weren't so dangerous, you could definitely see her leading an expedition to the ground just to recover it's artifacts. The unfortunate truth is that if anyone had ever tried, they'd never come back to tell the tale. "I'm sure we'll find something eventually." You tell her, trying to appease her. "I remember you saying that they had structures that would rival the size of my estate. There should be some still standing, even after nature took it's toll." "I hope you're right." She says, sending you a small smile. "It would be a shame to complete the Path without seeing one of their marvels." "Tell me more about them." You urge her, trying to raise her spirits. "Are you afraid, $name ?" She asks, ignoring you. [["I am not afraid." You tell her confidently.][$brash += 1]] [["I am afraid." You admit.][$meek += 1]] [["I am not afraid." You lie.][$meek += 1]]

"Do you really think the Mycelian are here?" You ask Ajuna tentatively. She's never been the most pious, but what you're asking could be considered heresy. "I think there's definitely something down here..." She says after a beat, looking deeper into the forest. "Whether it's the gods, or something else, we will find out." "Something else? What else could there be?" You ask. "Although neither of us have been alive to experience it, there have been many religions before us and there will probably be many after us." She begins. "Just think of Hilen, I doubt the gods they worship now are the same as we do in the Ledici tree." "You think whatever lives down here used to go by different names?" "I think that the old world worshipped a different higher being than we do." She says, a frown growing on her face. "I think that the names we attach to the things we can't explain are often used to control others." "Then what about the Path?" You turn towards her, confused as to why she would join a task that is, by her reasoning, fruitless. "Just because I don't agree with the Reverend over there on how we classify the Mycelian, does not mean that I don't think there's something powerful lying in wait for us." She says, somewhat defensive. "Whether or not I believe they are our gods can be debated, but what is absolutely true is that these beings have power over us." You can't argue with that. Whether you believed in the gods or not, the truth is that something very real happens to the heirs after their Path. It matters not what name those responsible for the change carry. Ajuna turns to you at your silence, concern in her brow. "Are you afraid, $name ?" [["I am not afraid." You tell her confidently.][$brash += 1]] [["I am afraid." You admit.][$meek += 1]] [["I am not afraid." You lie.][$meek += 1]]

"I am not afraid." You tell her confidently. It's true, if anything, you're exhilarated. This is your chance to prove yourself once and for all. You won't let anything stand between you and your goal, least of all fear. Ajuna shakes her head regretfully. "I wish you were. For all our sakes." You face her, eyebrows raised questioningly. "I thought you'd want me to be brave..." "I am not the Duke, child." She says, a bitter note in her tone. "I do not want you confront your problems with your chest. I would much rather you do so with your head. And right now, to be afraid is smart." You nod to appease her, but you don't agree. You are alert, anxious even, but you will not be afraid. Fear controls people, and you won't let anything control you. "Are you afraid?" You ask her. "I am, yes." She replies. "It's refreshing in a way. It's been years since I've been truly scared." "When was the last time?" You ask her. "The night I carried you to the temple." She says without hesitation. "You scared me into prayer, if you can believe it." You remember the night, if somewhat hazily. You'd thought you would die then. The truth is you were in too much pain to be afraid then. If death had come for you, you would've welcomed it. Seeing Ajuna's expression now makes you glad that you didn't; that death didn't claim you, if only for her sake. You fall into easy conversation after that. Ajuna points out different things in the landscape as you walk, sharing some or other tidbit of knowledge. It feels a lot like your lessons, and you let yourself get distracted by the familiarity of the exchange. It makes you feel more at home, when you couldn't be farther away from it. <<if $convo eq 1>>Eventually you decide to leave Ajuna's side to talk to someone else in your group. [[I'll go talk to Krev]] [[I'll go talk to Faren]] [[I'll go talk to Reva]] <<else>> Eventually you see the Reverend in front of you signal for everyone to stop. You've reached a small clearing, and you hope with all your might that he's decided to rest here. [[It seems you're in luck.]] <</if>>

"I am afraid." You admit, looking away from her as you say the words. You're the heir, you should inspire confidence. But you can't lie to Ajuna, the truth is that you're terrified. <<set $ajuna += 5>> "That's good." She says, surprising you. "Fear will keep you alive. It will keep your companions alive as well." You face her, eyebrows raised questioningly. "I thought you'd want me to be brave..." "I am not the Duke, child." She says, a bitter note in her tone. "I do not want you confront your problems with your chest. I would much rather you do so with your head. And right now, to be afraid is smart." You nod thoughtfully. You'd never thought of it that way, but she makes sense. Your fear will keep you alive, if anything. "Are you afraid?" You ask her. "I am, yes." She replies. "It's refreshing in a way. It's been years since I've been truly scared." "When was the last time?" You ask her. "The night I carried you to the temple." She says without hesitation. "You scared me into prayer, if you can believe it." You remember the night, if somewhat hazily. You'd thought you would die then. The truth is you were in too much pain to be afraid then. If death had come for you, you would've welcomed it. Seeing Ajuna's expression now makes you glad that you didn't; that death didn't claim you, if only for her sake. You fall into easy conversation after that. Ajuna points out different things in the landscape as you walk, sharing some or other tidbit of knowledge. It feels a lot like your lessons, and you let yourself get distracted by the familiarity of the exchange. It makes you feel more at home, when you couldn't be farther away from it. <<if $convo eq 1>>Eventually you decide to leave Ajuna's side to talk to someone else in your group. [[I'll go talk to Krev]] [[I'll go talk to Faren]] [[I'll go talk to Reva]] <<else>> Eventually you see the Reverend in front of you signal for everyone to stop. You've reached a small clearing, and you hope with all your might that he's decided to rest here. [[It seems you're in luck.]] <</if>>

"I am not afraid." You tell her, voice cracking. The truth is you are... but you don't want her to know that. She's depending on you to do this, you can't show weakness. "You are, child." She says, sad eyes trained on you. "You need not lie to me, you should be afraid." You face her, eyebrows raised questioningly. "I thought you'd want me to be brave..." "I am not the Duke." She says, a bitter note in her voice. "I do not want you confront your problems with your chest. I would much rather you do so with your head. And right now, to be afraid is smart." You nod thoughtfully. You hadn't thought of it that way, but she makes sense. Your fear will keep you alive, if anything. "Are you afraid?" You ask her. "I am, yes." She replies. "It's refreshing in a way. It's been years since I've been truly scared." "When was the last time?" You ask her. "The night I carried you to the temple." She says without hesitation. "You scared me into prayer, if you can believe it." You remember the night, if somewhat hazily. You'd thought you would die then. The truth is you were in too much pain to be afraid then. If death had come for you, you would've welcomed it. Seeing Ajuna's expression now makes you glad that you didn't; that death didn't claim you, if only for her sake. You fall into easy conversation after that. Ajuna points out different things in the landscape as you walk, sharing some or other tidbit of knowledge. It feels a lot like your lessons, and you let yourself get distracted by the familiarity of the exchange. It makes you feel more at home, when you couldn't be farther away from it. <<if $convo eq 1>>Eventually you decide to leave Ajuna's side to talk to someone else in your group. [[I'll go talk to Krev]] [[I'll go talk to Faren]] [[I'll go talk to Reva]] <<else>> Eventually you see the Reverend in front of you signal for everyone to stop. You've reached a small clearing, and you hope with all your might that he's decided to rest here. [[It seems you're in luck.]] <</if>>

<<set $faren += 5>> "I don't think you're sly." You tell him earnestly. He doesn't exactly inspire confidence either, but you're not going to tell him that. "Could've fooled me. You don't seem to have a sliver of faith in me." He says, narrowing his eyes at you. You scoff at that. "Same could be said for you. I know you don't trust me, you don't think I'm competent." "Your competency has nothing to do with me not trusting you." He says with a sigh. "So it's true, you don't." "Maybe you should focus on the part where I said you weren't incompetent." "You never said that." You raise an eyebrow at him. "I implied it, fool." He's smiling now though, the conversation seeming to amuse him. "Are you trying to distract me with an implied compliment, Arborist Valar?" You're enjoying it too, it feels different than your usual bickering. It's fun. "Don't let it get to your head. It was hardly a compliment." He tells you with a soft chuckle. "Why don't you trust me?" You can't help but ask. The smiles fades from his face, his expression turning sour. "Do you really want to know?" He asks, turning towards you. At your frown he looks away, sighing. "Forget it." [["Tell me." You say, not willing to back down.][$brash += 1]] [["You're really going to leave me hanging after that?" You ask him.][$humor += 1]] [["Please, Faren. I want to know." You tell him earnestly.][$meek += 1]]

"I never said you were." You tell him stubbornly. You may think it, but he doesn't need to know that. "You didn't need to." He says, narrowing his eyes at you. "I know you see me as some scheeming snake. I can't even have a civil conversation with the chancellors without you picking at my every word." You scoff at that. "Same could be said for you. I know you don't trust me, you don't think I'm competent." "Your competency has nothing to do with me not trusting you." He says with a sigh. "So it's true, you don't." "Maybe you should focus on the part where I said you weren't incompetent." "You never said that." You raise an eyebrow at him. "I implied it, fool." He's smiling now though, the conversation seeming to amuse him. "Are you trying to distract me with an 'implied compliment', Arborist Valar?" This feels different than your usual bickering, less serious. "Don't let it get to your head. It was hardly a compliment." He tells you with a soft chuckle. "Why don't you trust me?" You can't help but ask. The smiles fades from his face, his expression turning sour. "Do you really want to know?" He asks, turning towards you. At your frown he looks away, sighing. "Forget it." And to think you were almost speaking like friends. [["Tell me." You say, not willing to back down.][$brash += 1]] [["You're really going to leave me hanging after that?" You ask him.][$humor += 1]] [["Please, Faren. I want to know." You tell him earnestly.][$meek += 1]] [["You're such a dick, Faren." You say with a scoff.][$faren -= 5]]

"Tell me." You say, not willing to back down. He started this, he might as well finish it. He shakes his head with an exasperated laugh. "You've been fed with a silver spoon your whole life." He says. "You had a stellar education, but you're still extremely sheltered." You're about to cut him off when he says, "I know it's not your fault, it's just how you grew up. But I can't exactly rely on someone who's spent their existence in a bubble." That hurts because it's true. You did grow up sheltered from most of the dangers of the tree. And you did spend a large part of your formative years within the confines in your room. But it's not fair for Faren, of all people, to use that against you. You were miserably ill, while he got to explore the canopy during his apprenticeship. Faren had been there during the very start of your illness, when you were still strong enough to enjoy the company of other people. He took residence with Ajuna when you were only twelve, and by the time you turned fourteen he'd become a cherished friend. But he left when you needed him most, before the worst of it. You suppose you should be glad he wasn't there, that he doesn't know. The Faren you know now would use your weakness against you. "You don't know what you're talking about Faren." You say, fighting the emotion bleeding into your voice. "I didn't have a choice." "Maybe you didn't. But that doesn't mean I'm going to award you merit you haven't deserved." He says avoiding your eyes. He almost sounds... guilty. "I'm just asking for a modicum of respect." You tell him bitterly. Is that so much to ask? "No you're not. You're the heir." He looks you in the eye for this, signaling at the party ahead of you. "You're asking everyone in this party to die for you. You're asking the entirety of the tree to hedge their lives on your leadership." "This is not the kind of respect that I'm willing to give to you because you were born to the right family." He says, with finality. [["Then I'll earn it. If I have to prove myself to you then so be it. But the same goes for you."]] [["I don't owe you anything, Faren. If you didn't have any faith in me then you shouldn't have come."]] [["I never chose to be born into this family. It's the Path or death."]]

"You're really going to leave me hanging after that" You ask him, a chilly smile on your face. He shakes his head with an exasperated laugh. "You've been fed with a silver spoon your whole life." He says after a beat. "You had a stellar education, but you're still extremely sheltered." You're about to cut him off when he says, "I know it's not your fault, it's just how you grew up. But I can't exactly rely on someone who's spent their existence in a bubble." That hurts because it's true. You did grow up sheltered from most of the dangers of the tree. And you did spend a large part of your formative years within the confines in your room. But it's not fair for Faren, of all people, to use that against you. You were miserably ill, while he got to explore the canopy during his apprenticeship. Faren had been there during the very start of your illness, when you were still strong enough to enjoy the company of other people. He took residence with Ajuna when you were only twelve, and by the time you turned fourteen he'd become a cherished friend. But he left when you needed him most, before the worst of it. You suppose you should be glad he wasn't there, that he doesn't know. The Faren you know now would use your weakness against you. "You don't know what you're talking about Faren." You say, fighting the emotion bleeding into your voice. "I didn't have a choice." "Maybe you didn't. But that doesn't mean I'm going to award you a merit you haven't earned." He says avoiding your eyes. He almost sounds... guilty. "I'm just asking for a modicum of respect." You tell him bitterly. Is that so much to ask? "No you're not. You're the heir." He looks you in the eye for this, signaling at the party ahead of you. "You're asking everyone in this party to die for you. You're asking the entirety of the tree to hedge their lives on your leadership." "This is not the kind of respect that I'm willing to give to you because you were born to the right family." He says, with finality. [["Then I'll earn it. If I have to prove myself to you then so be it. But the same goes for you."]] [["I don't owe you anything, Faren. If you didn't have any faith in me then you shouldn't have come."]] [["I never chose to be born into this family. It's the Path or death."]]

"You're such a dick, Faren." You say with a scoff. "You started this in the first place." You start walking away when you hear his resentful voice behind you. "Do you really not realize how spoiled you are? How sheltered you grew up?" He lowers his voice again, before the others can hear what you're squabbling about. "You can't expect me to rely on someone who's spent most of $their life in a bubble." That hurts because it's true. You did grow up sheltered from most of the dangers of the tree. And you did spend a large part of your formative years within the confines in your room. But it's not fair for Faren, of all people, to use that against you. You were miserably ill, while he got to explore the canopy during his apprenticeship. Faren had been there during the very start of your illness, when you were still strong enough to enjoy the company of other people. He took residence with Ajuna when you were only twelve, and by the time you turned fourteen he'd become a cherished friend. But he left when you needed him most, before the worst of it. You suppose you should be glad he wasn't there, that he doesn't know. The Faren you know now would use your weakness against you. You turn around to answer him, grief and anger competing in your voice. "You have no idea what you're talking about Faren." You say, fighting the emotions brewing inside of you. "You don't know what I've been through." "I know some." He says frowning at you. "And it's not enough to award you a merit you have not earned." "Merit?" You ask him bitterly. "Is it a merit to gain an ounce of respect from you?" "You're asking for a lot more than that $name. You're the heir." He looks you in the eye for this, signaling at the party ahead of you. "You're asking everyone in this party to die for you. You're asking the entirety of the tree to hedge their lives on your leadership." "This is not the kind of thing that I'm willing to give to you because you were born into the right family." He says, with finality. [["I never chose to be born into this family. It's the Path or death."]] [["I don't owe you anything, Faren. If you didn't have any faith in me then you shouldn't have come."]] [["You speak as if you hadn't been born with privilege."]]

"Please, Faren. I want to know." You tell him earnestly. You didn't approach him to start a fight, you might as well try to be diplomatic. He still doesn't turn to look at you, as if it's easier to say the words without seeing your expression. "You've been fed with a silver spoon your whole life." He says after a beat. "You had a stellar education, but you're still extremely sheltered." You're about to cut him off when he says, "I know it's not your fault, it's just how you grew up. But I can't exactly rely on someone who's spent their existence in a bubble." That hurts because it's true. You did grow up sheltered from most of the dangers of the tree. And you did spend a large part of your formative years within the confines in your room. But it's not fair for Faren, of all people, to use that against you. You were miserably ill, while he got to explore the canopy during his apprenticeship. Faren had been there during the very start of your illness, when you were still strong enough to enjoy the company of other people. He took residence with Ajuna when you were only twelve, and by the time you turned fourteen he'd become a cherished friend. But he left when you needed him most, before the worst of it. You suppose you should be glad he wasn't there, that he doesn't know. The Faren you know now would use your weakness against you. "I-" You say, fighting the emotion bleeding into your voice. "I didn't have a choice." "Maybe you didn't. But that doesn't mean I'm going to award you a merit you haven't earned." He says, still avoiding your eyes. He almost sounds... guilty. "I'm just asking for a modicum of respect." You tell him bitterly. Is that so much to ask? "No you're not. You're the heir." He finally meets your gaze, signaling at the party ahead of you. "You're asking everyone in this party to die for you. You're asking the entirety of the tree to hedge their lives on your leadership." "This is not the kind of respect that I'm willing to give to you because you were born to the right family." He says, conclusively. [["Then I'll earn it. If I have to prove myself to you then so be it. But the same goes for you."]] [["I never chose to be born into this family. It's the Path or death."]]

<<set $faren -=5>> "I never chose to be born into this family. It's either the Path, or death." You tell him, your frustration steadily rising. "And the kids in the Seed district don't choose to be born into their circumstances either." He says, disgust thwarting his features. "I didn't choose to be born in Taris. None of us get to choose, but that doesn't mean you get to skirt your responsibilities." He's breathing loudly now, the argument taking a toll on him. You don't know how to answer to that. "I'm here now, aren't I? Does it not look like I'm taking responsibility?" You ask him. "It looks like you're doing what anyone in your situation would've." He says unimpressed. "It's going to take more than that to prove that you deserve this." [["Then let me prove myself before brushing me off."]] [["I don't need your approval, Faren."]]

<<set $faren += 5>> "Then I'll earn it. If I have to prove myself then so be it. But the same goes for you." You tell him, feeling like you're reaching a compromise. "I don't care if you're the best Arborist in the Thicket, just like you don't care that I'm the heir." "Prove to me that I can trust you, and I'll do the same for you." You tell him, almost challengingly. Faren, to your surprise, has an amused smile on his face. "I look forwards to it." He says, tilting his head at you thoughtfully. "Do you still want to know about what Arborism is like here or has your curiosity been sated?" "Tell me more, this time without the attitude." You say, glad to move on with the conversation. You and Faren walk for a while longer, settling into a dendrology debate. You may not be an Arborist, but you are educated enough to theorize on the odd ground ecosystem. Faren fills you in on what your limited senses miss, giving you a fuller picture of your surroundings. <<if $convo eq 1>>Eventually you decide to leave his side to talk to someone else in your group. [[I'll go talk to Krev]] [[I'll go talk to Ajuna]] [[I'll go talk to Reva]] <<else>> Eventually you see the Reverend in front of you signal for everyone to stop. You've reached a small clearing, and you hope with all your might that he's decided to rest here. [[It seems you're in luck.]] <</if>>

"I don't owe you anything, Faren. If you didn't have any faith in me then you shouldn't have come." You tell him sourly. "Maybe that's exactly why I came." He says, his words minced. "You're a real knight in shining armour." You reply sarcastically, rolling your eyes at him. "I can handle myself without your help." He scoffs at you, turning away and you can't help the words that come out of your mouth. "What is it going to take?" You ask him. "Am I not risking enough by being here?" "You're doing what anyone in your situation would've." He says unimpressed. "It's going to take more than that to prove that you deserve this." [["Then let me prove myself before brushing me off."]] [["I don't need your approval, Faren."]]

"I don't need your approval, Faren." You tell him resentfully. "That's fine by me." He replies, unimpressed. You scoff at him. Who does he think he is? You may not have had the same upbringing as him, but you've done your best in your situation. You've worked so hard for people to respect you. Maybe that's why it bothers you so much. "Then don't expect my approval in return." You can't help but add. "I won't." He answers, the bitterness clear in his tone. "You've made it clear already." You walk in a tense silence for a while, but neither of you changes pace. Eventually Faren turns to you. "Look..." He starts, reluctanctly. "I'm not trying to insult you." "You're not doing great job." You tell him with a laugh. "Neither of us are..." He says, wryly. You can't argue with that. "I can't believe I'm saying this," you start, "but let's go back to talking about Arborism. There's still some things I want to know about the ground." The tension seems to somewhat fade from his shoulders at that. You and Faren walk for a while longer, settling into a dendrology debate. You may not be an Arborist, but you are educated enough to theorize on the odd ground ecosystem. Faren fills you in on what your limited senses miss, giving you a fuller picture of your surroundings. <<if $convo eq 1>>Eventually you decide to leave his side to talk to someone else in your group. [[I'll go talk to Krev]] [[I'll go talk to Ajuna]] [[I'll go talk to Reva]] <<else>> Eventually you see the Reverend in front of you signal for everyone to stop. You've reached a small clearing, and you hope with all your might that he's decided to rest here. [[It seems you're in luck.]] <</if>>

<<set $faren += 5>> "Then let me prove myself before brushing me off." You say, reaching the limits of your patience. "I'm completing the Path, and I'm going to keep everyone alive." To your surprise, that brings a small smile to Faren's face. "I look forwards to it." He says, tilting his head at you. "Do you still want to know about what Arborism is like here or has your curiosity been sated?" "Tell me more, this time without the attitude." You say, glad to move on with the conversation. You and Faren walk for a while longer, settling into a dendrology debate. You may not be an Arborist, but you are educated enough to theorize on the odd ground ecosystem. Faren fills you in on what your limited senses miss, giving you a fuller picture of your surroundings. <<if $convo eq 1>>Eventually you decide to leave his side to talk to someone else in your group. [[I'll go talk to Krev]] [[I'll go talk to Ajuna]] [[I'll go talk to Reva]] <<else>> Eventually you see the Reverend in front of you signal for everyone to stop. You've reached a small clearing, and you hope with all your might that he's decided to rest here. [[It seems you're in luck.]] <</if>>

<<set $faren -= 5>> "You speak as if you hadn't been born with privilege." The words escape you before you realize the meaning they carry. Faren stops walking, looking at you with cold fury in his eyes. "What I mean-" You start, searching for words. "You have your Arborism-" "Stop." He silences you, seething. "We are not comparing our suffering." He doesn't let you explain further, stalking off to walk with Ajuna. <<if $convo eq 1>>You don't want to think about it anymore. You decide to talk to someone else in your group. [[I'll go talk to Krev]] [[I'll go talk to Ajuna]] [[I'll go talk to Reva]] <<else>> Eventually you see the Reverend in front of you signal for everyone to stop. You've reached a small clearing, and you hope with all your might that he's decided to rest here. [[It seems you're in luck.]] <</if>>

"Are there other humans down here?" You decide to ask Krev, paying close attention to his reaction. He widens his eyes at you slightly, seeming to point in the affirmative. Interesting. "How do they live here?" You ask next. Krev furrows his brow at you, looking up. Huh... maybe they don't live down here, but they're still around. "Do they come from the trees? Are they smugglers?" You ask exited. Krev sends you an annoyed look and you try again. "Do they come from the trees?" Krev lifts his head up slowly. You're guessing that means yes. "Are they smugglers?" You try again. The corners of Krev's mouth point downwards at that and he turns to look to your left. So they're not smugglers... but what's on the left? "Do they mean us harm?" Krev intakes a breath, his shoulders going tense as he barely nods his head. That's not good. You decide to leave this train of thought and focus on the other questions you wanted to ask him. [["Is the biggest danger the fauna of the ground?"|fauna 2]] [["Will the gods aid me in the Path?"|gods 2]]

"Is the biggest danger the fauna of the ground?" You ask him, paying close attention to his reactions. Krev frowns, shaking his head very slightly. "Is it humans? Is that our biggest threat?" He points one of his fingers towards the direction of the trees, his frown deepening. "What else is there? The trees?" You prompt, feeling lost. Krev's expression remains unchanged. His index finger is still pointing towards the trees. "I don't know Krev." You tell him with a sigh. "Is it at least part of the natural world?" At this, his frown lessens, tension fading from his shoulders. So it is. "Will we get to see any of the remainders of the old world?" You ask, your attention diverted. Krev nods forwards, his gaze lost in the trees. "Further in?" At this he smiles a little. Interesting. You decide to leave this train of thought and focus on the other questions you wanted to ask him. [["Is the biggest danger the fauna of the ground?"|fauna 2]] [["Will the gods aid me in the Path?"|gods 2]]

"Will the gods aid me in the Path?" You ask him, looking closely to gage his reaction. He tilts his head curiously. That's not a no. "Will they speak to me directly?" You ask him next. There's a glint in his eyes and he nods his head very slightly. He seems engaged now. "What do they look like?" You ask, realizing your mistake as you speak the words. Krev looks at you blankly. It seems like yes or no answers will be more effective. "Will they protect us from whatever's out there?" That question makes Krev frown so deeply, his thick eyebrows almost cover his eyes. So they won't protect us. Why? Did he not say the gods would aid you in your Path? "Are they here now?" You ask him, scared of what the answer may be. Krev closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, before pointing a finger downwards. They're further down? That makes no sense, you've travelled as deep as you can go. Do you have to start digging to finish the Path? Go underground? You decide to leave this train of thought and focus on the other questions you wanted to ask him. [["Are there other humans down here?"|humans 2]] [["Is the biggest danger the fauna of the ground?"|fauna 2]]

"Are there other humans down here?" You decide to ask Krev, paying close attention to his reaction. He widens his eyes at you slightly, seeming to point in the affirmative. Interesting. "How do they live here?" You ask next. Krev furrows his brow at you, looking up. Huh... maybe they don't live down here, but they're still around. "Do they come from the trees? Are they smugglers?" You ask exited. Krev sends you an annoyed look and you try again. His steps are slowing down now, they seem heavier. "Do they come from the trees?" Krev lifts his head up slowly. You're guessing that means yes. "Are they smugglers?" You try again. The corners of Krev's mouth point downwards at that and he turns to look to your left. So they're not smugglers... but what's on the left? You notice his eyes are watering, tears threatening to spill over. "Do they mean us harm?" Krev looks at you like he wants to answer but instead he stops dead in his tracks, clutching his head between his hands. You put your hand on his shoulder as he composes himself. Ajuna is halfway to you when Krev straightens himself up, sending her off with a wave. "Just a moment of dizziness. Damn I need a drink." He says, looking around his pack for a flask. It seems that's as much as you'll find out today. [["Are you okay?" You ask him.]]

"Is the biggest danger the fauna of the ground?" You ask him, paying close attention to his reactions. Krev frowns, shaking his head very slightly. His steps are slowing down now, they seem heavier. "Is it humans? Is that our biggest threat?" He points one of his fingers towards the direction of the trees, his frown deepening. "What else is there? The trees?" You prompt, feeling lost. Krev's expression remains unchanged. His index finger is still pointing towards the trees. You notice his eyes are watering, tears threatening to spill over. "I don't know Krev." You tell him with a sigh. "Is it at least part of the natural world?" Krev looks at you like he wants to answer but instead he stops dead in his tracks, clutching his head between his hands. You put your hand on his shoulder as he composes himself. Ajuna is halfway to you when Krev straightens himself up, sending her off with a wave. "Just a moment of dizziness. Damn I need a drink." He says, looking around his pack for a flask. It seems that's as much as you'll find out today. [["Are you okay?" You ask him.]]

"Will the gods aid me in the Path?" You ask him, looking closely to gage his reaction. He tilts his head curiously. That's not a no. "Will they speak to me directly?" You ask him next. There's a glint in his eyes and he nods his head very slightly. His steps are slowing though, heavier. "What do they look like?" You ask, realizing your mistake as you speak the words. Krev looks at you blankly. It seems like yes or no answers will be more effective. "Will they protect us from whatever's out there?" That question makes Krev frown so deeply, his thick eyebrows almost cover his eyes. You notice they're watering a little, tears threatening to spill over. So the gods won't protect us. Why? Did he not say the gods would aid you in your Path? "Are they here now?" You ask him, scared of what the answer may be. Krev looks at you like he wants to answer but instead he stops dead in his tracks, clutching his head between his hands. You put your hand on his shoulder as he composes himself. Ajuna is halfway to you when Krev straightens himself up, sending her off with a wave. "Just a moment of dizziness. Damn I need a drink." He says, looking around his pack for a flask. It seems that's as much as you'll find out today. [["Are you okay?" You ask him.]]

He takes a long drink out of his flask before answering. Whatever is in there is strong, you can smell it on his breath. "I'm fine." He mutters into his beard. "I can't fool them for long." The latter is said mostly to himself and you have to fight the urge to ask him who is "them". The gods? Or something else? "I learnt enough." You tell him, trying to appease his scowl. "Thank you, Krev." "Whatever." He says, his mind somewhere else. You walk in silence for a bit. You feel like he's gearing up to say something, taking his time deep in thought. "Say, $title Ledici," he begins, "do you think we have to look out for our companions?" "What do you mean?" You ask him, confused by the nature of the question. "I mean, I'll have my hands full protecting you from the dangers we'lll face from the ground. Do I need to worry about any of them too?" You look back at your companions, thinking about how much you can trust each of them. You don't want to admit that one of them would be willing to stab you in the back, but how much do you truly know about these people? [["I'd look out for Ajuna." You tell Krev.]] [["I'd look out for Dasius." You tell Krev.]] [["I'd look out for Faren." You tell Krev.]] [["I'd look out for Reva." You tell Krev.]] [["I'd look out for the Red Guards." You tell Krev.]]

<<set $ajuna -= 5>> "I'd look out for Ajuna." You tell Krev, narrowing your eyes at your teacher. "She's always been mysterious, but I feel like she's hiding more than usual lately." "She is definitely an enigma." Says Krev, following your gaze. "I gave up on figuring her out long ago. I have to admit I am surprised that you would suspect her of bringing you harm though." "I just have a feeling." You tell Krev, shrugging your shoulders. "Then I'll try to keep an eye out for that one." He tells you. "But you have to keep your eyes open as well, don't let anyone catch you off-guard." You nod at him, the words turning your stomach. You don't need more stress on your plate right now. Krev continues to ramble as you walk. Barring the topic of the Path, he talks about anything and everything, from the newest court fashions, to the best taverns in the Seed district. You think it helps him, the conversation. It keeps him distracted from dark thoughts, it keeps his memories from resurfacing. You're glad to provide that comfort to him. <<if $convo eq 1>>Eventually you decide to leave Krev's side to talk to someone else in your group. [[I'll go talk to Ajuna]] [[I'll go talk to Faren]] [[I'll go talk to Reva]] <<else>> Eventually you see the Reverend in front of you signal for everyone to stop. You've reached a small clearing, and you hope with all your might that he's decided to rest here. [[It seems you're in luck.]] <</if>>

<<set $dasius -= 5>> "I'd look out for Dasius." You tell him, narrowing your eyes at the Reverend. "If there's anyone in this group that would want me gone, it's him." "The holy man? Huh..." Says Krev, following your gaze. "I can see your apprehension. I never liked him much either. Too puritan. Puritans always have secrets." "Maybe..." You say. "He'd seem suspicious to me either way." "Then I'll try to keep an eye out for that one." He tells you. "But you have to keep your eyes open as well, don't let anyone catch you off-guard." You nod at him, the words turning your stomach. You don't need more stress on your plate right now. Krev continues to ramble as you walk. Barring the topic of the Path, he talks about anything and everything, from the newest court fashions, to the best taverns in the Seed district. You think it helps him, the conversation. It keeps him distracted from dark thoughts, it keeps his memories from resurfacing. You're glad to provide that comfort to him. <<if $convo eq 1>>Eventually you decide to leave Krev's side to talk to someone else in your group. [[I'll go talk to Ajuna]] [[I'll go talk to Faren]] [[I'll go talk to Reva]] <<else>> Eventually you see the Reverend in front of you signal for everyone to stop. You've reached a small clearing, and you hope with all your might that he's decided to rest here. [[It seems you're in luck.]] <</if>>

<<set $faren -= 5>> "I'd look out for Faren." You tell Krev, narrowing your eyes at the Arborist. "I don't think I can trust him. Not fully at least." "Cheers to that." Says Krev, lifting his flask in front of him. "The man never sat well with me. Not an ounce of honesty in those bones. Always mincing his words, a mask of politeness." Krev is rambling now. You know he never much liked court politics, something him and Faren do not have in common. You can see why they wouldn't get along. "I'll try to keep an eye out for that one." He tells you. "But you have to keep your eyes open as well, don't let anyone catch you off-guard." You nod at him, the words turning your stomach. You don't need more stress on your plate right now. Krev continues to ramble as you walk. Barring the topic of the Path, he talks about anything and everything, from the newest court fashions, to the best taverns in the Seed district. You think it helps him, the conversation. It keeps him distracted from dark thoughts, it keeps his memories from resurfacing. You're glad to provide that comfort to him. <<if $convo eq 1>>Eventually you decide to leave Krev's side to talk to someone else in your group. [[I'll go talk to Ajuna]] [[I'll go talk to Faren]] [[I'll go talk to Reva]] <<else>> Eventually you see the Reverend in front of you signal for everyone to stop. You've reached a small clearing, and you hope with all your might that he's decided to rest here. [[It seems you're in luck.]] <</if>>

<<set $reva -= 5>> "I'd look out for Reva." You tell him, narrowing your eyes at the postulant. "I feel like there's something she's hiding behind her smiles." "The aspiring priestess? I always thought she came out of nowhere..." Says Krev, following your gaze. "She just appeared at the temple one day, a kid from the seed district suddenly a postulant in the Upper Canopy." "I don't know." You say, thinking of Reva's playful attitude. "Sometimes she says things that make me feel like she's hiding something." "Then I'll try to keep an eye out for that one." He tells you. "But you have to keep your eyes open as well, don't let anyone catch you off-guard." You nod at him, the words turning your stomach. You don't need more stress on your plate right now. Krev continues to ramble as you walk. Barring the topic of the Path, he talks about anything and everything, from the newest court fashions, to the best taverns in the Seed district. You think it helps him, the conversation. It keeps him distracted from dark thoughts, it keeps his memories from resurfacing. You're glad to provide that comfort to him. <<if $convo eq 1>>Eventually you decide to leave Krev's side to talk to someone else in your group. [[I'll go talk to Ajuna]] [[I'll go talk to Faren]] [[I'll go talk to Reva]] <<else>> Eventually you see the Reverend in front of you signal for everyone to stop. You've reached a small clearing, and you hope with all your might that he's decided to rest here. [[It seems you're in luck.]] <</if>>

"I'd look out for the Red Guards." You tell him, looking back at the duo with their crimson masks. "I don't know anything about them, anyone could be hiding behind those masks." "The guards... I can see why you would feel that way, it's hard to trust someone when you can't even see their face." Says Krev, following your gaze. "They were selected by Oja herself, but you never know if there could be an impostor behind the mask." "Maybe it's because I haven't quite talked to them yet." You say, trying to peer into their eyes. "I just have a feeling." "Then I'll try to keep an eye out for them." He tells you. "But you have to keep your eyes open as well, don't let anyone catch you off-guard." You nod at him, the words turning your stomach. You don't need more stress on your plate right now. Krev continues to ramble as you walk. Barring the topic of the Path, he talks about anything and everything, from the newest court fashions, to the best taverns in the Seed district. You think it helps him, the conversation. It keeps him distracted from dark thoughts, it keeps his memories from resurfacing. You're glad to provide that comfort to him. <<if $convo eq 1>>Eventually you decide to leave Krev's side to talk to someone else in your group. [[I'll go talk to Ajuna]] [[I'll go talk to Faren]] [[I'll go talk to Reva]] <<else>> Eventually you see the Reverend in front of you signal for everyone to stop. You've reached a small clearing, and you hope with all your might that he's decided to rest here. [[It seems you're in luck.]] <</if>>

"I-" You can't bring yourself to say the words, not with everyone looking at you. You can't bear to see their pity, their resentment. They're depending on you to get this right. You notice there's a mark on the palm that you plunged into the flower. A drop of blood is running down your finger, emanating from the small wound. "We must start again. Your connection to the gods must be fostered from the beggining of the Path." Says the Reverend, pressing a hand to his eyes. "You need to be able to guide us." <<if $brash gt $meek>> You stand back up weakly, shaking off Reva's helping hand. <<elseif $meek eq $brash>> You stand back up shakily, ignoring Reva's helping hand. <<else>> You stand back up shakily, accepting Reva's helping hand. <</if>> You feel lightheaded. You're trying to prepare yourself mentally for another attempt, when what you see in front of you makes you pause. The flower is retreating into itself, shrinking. The veins that feed it are escaping back into the ground, snaking their way down the surface of the stone. The Reverend turns around to follow your gaze and his expression drops. "This is not how it's supposed to go..." He whispers, trying to clutch the now dry bulb of the flower. It crumbles under his fingertips, its dust scattering in the slight breeze. "Look!" Says the taller Red Guard, stepping back as the grass around the stone turns pale and yellow. The dying grass creates a line through the clearing, continuing into the woods. It's a path.// It's the Path.// "Are these not the gods guiding us, Reverend?" Says Faren, following the trail of dry grass. The Reverend stares at the path in confusion, looking between it and the stone. He's frowning, opening his mouth to dispute this strange change of events. "Whatever it is that just happened, we can discuss it as we break for the night." Says Ajuna firmly, resting a supportive hand on your back. "We all need some rest." "I agree." Says Reva, looking back at the Reverend. "We're of no use to the gods if we can't keep ourselves alive." The rest of your group seems to think the same, as they go about grabbing their tents from their packs. Everyone seems to steer clear of the yellow path, settling down on one side of the clearing. Only you and the Reverend are left standing by the now bare stone. "I don't know how you did it... but there's something wrong here." Says the Reverend quietly, staring at you with his beady eyes. "There's something wrong with you." In any other occasion, that comment would've unsettled you. But right now, you hardly have the energy to look up at him, much less to argue. You stalk off to set up camp with a sigh, resolving to figure out whatever happened here later. [[Get some rest, you'll need it.]]

A couple hours later, you and your companions are huddled around a small fire. At least most of them. The shorter Red Guard has left to collect more firewood, while Faren is sitting to the side, fiddling with a branch he must have found somewhere along the way. Although you get very little sun down here, the landscape has darkened significantly since the daytime. The shadows are thicker, deeper than they were before. It was a long day, for all of you. The exhaustion is wearing heavy on your bones, but you're too restless to sleep, too agitated still. <<nobr>> <<if $hobby eq "playing music">> Your small harp is resting on your lap, you're plucking the strings softly to tune them. The environment is more humid here, you'll have to adjust for that. Once you're done you bring it up to play a melody, your companions listening casually. Reva leans back and closes her eyes with a smile, enjoying the music and the warmth of the fire. Even Faren stops his fiddling for a second to listen. <<elseif $hobby eq "drawing">> You have your sketchbook and charcoals on your lap, your fingers covered in grime. You're sketching the flora, a landscape of trees and fungi on your page. You rub your finger around the eges of one of them, to simluate its glow. Every now and then, you'll sketch one of your companions. When they're not looking, of course. You think you've captured Ajuna's likeness quite well, but you've drawn her before. Replicating the slight bump on the arch of Faren's nose, or the deep curve of Reva's cupid bow, is a lot harder. <<elseif $hobby eq "writing">> You have your journal and pen resting on your lap, your fingers stained by the deep umber ink. You've been writing hurriedly, unloading your busy mind from everything that's been running through it today. Your handwriting looks like a mess of scratches, your fingers somewhat shaky. There are doodles on the margins of the pages, simple drawings to accompany the heavy content of your words. You've written about each of your companions as well, as this is meant to be a thorough record of your travels. You don't know what kind of person you'll be after the Path, this will help you remember. <<elseif $hobby eq "playing cards">> You're shuffling your cards incessantly on your lap, your deft fingers stacking and separating them. Reva was playing with you earlier, she loves the lying games. You have to admit she's quite good at them too, it's downright impossible to decipher her strategy. She's leaning against the trunk of a tree now, watching you set up the cards for Lure, a one player game in which you play against the deck. You've gotten quite good at it, but the deck is always unforgiving. Reva insisted that you teach it to her. She'd never heard of it before, suprisingly. <</if>><</nobr>> It's nice to relax by the fire. You've turned away from the trail of dead grass, the sight of it sending chills down your back. You still vividly remember the rot on your skin, the sticky feeling of death. You don't want to think of what it means. Was that a vision from the gods? You've avoided the Reverend since your last altercation, if it were up to you you'd avoid him for the rest of the Path. But you know you have to face what happened with the stone. Something went wrong. You have to figure out why. The shorter Red Guard returns carrying a load of dried wood, their steps awkard as they walk over to join your group. They drop the lumber by the fire and move to sit by the other guard, picking at the straps on their armour. They've both been silent throughout your journey, speaking only when necessary. You realize you know practically nothing about them, even their covered faces are a mystery to you. You walk over to sit besides them, intent on learning their names at the very least. [["Can I sit with you?" You ask them hesitantly.][$meek += 1]] [["What are your names?" You ask them directly.][$brash += 1]] [["The silent shtick is very mysterious, but I'd love to learn more about you." You tell them playfully.][$humor +=1]] <<set $stone to "visible">>

"Can I sit with you?" You ask them hesitantly, standing by their spot near the fire. "Of course you may $title Ledici." Says the taller one, hurrying to make some space for you. You notice the shorter one hardly moves, their mask following your every move. "What are your names? We haven't been introduced." You ask them, finding yourself a spot besides them. The short one tenses like a rabbit caught in a trap and you almost heave a sigh of relief when the tall one responds. "This is Kal." They say gesturing to their companion, "and I'm Pevan." Kal nods tersely, their mask shifting slightly away from you. You wonder what they look like under them, if they ever get tired of wearing other faces. "I haven't quite spoken to you since the descent." You tell them apologetically. "I'd like to get to know the people I'm travelling with." "We are taught to blend into the background," says Pevan softly, "it's hard to break out of the habit $title Ledici." It's true, you've been protected by Red Guards your whole life and found it increasingly easy to ignore their presence. They're there for one purpose, and nothing more. To keep you alive. "You can call me $name ." You say, more out of custom than out of necessity. "I'd rather not." Says Kal tersely, their voice husky. They sound like they haven't spoken in a long time, the words rolling out of their mouth slowly. Pevan tenses, uneasy with their companion's tone. "We are honoured to be here, $name." They say, compensating a little too thickly. "I wouldn't be offended if you weren't." You tell them in earnest. They're risking their lives for someone they don't even know. "To be selected for the Path is quite the feat." Says Pevan, shaking their head. "If we complete it we will be very well awarded." '''If.''' You want to flinch at the word. They know how likely it is that they wont be coming back. You're about to respond when you're interrupted by a scoff from Kal. "I look forwards to it." They say simply, turning their head to look into the fire. You don't know what to say to that so you join them in contemplation, watching the bright flames dance wildly. Their heat warms your face and hands, lulling you into a sense of calm. By the other side of the fire you hear Faren whistling a melody softly as he examines a small branch.<<if $hobby eq "playing music">> You realize with a smile that it's the same melody you were playing earlier. <</if>> You're enjoying the sound of it when you hear Krev scramble from where he's sitting rushing over to wrap his hands around Faren's mouth. "Stop that, right now!" Says Krev, a panicked look in his face as he tackles the younger man. [[You pull out your weapon, instinct taking over, telling you to jump into action.][$brash += 1]] [[You wait and see what's happening before acting. You have to try to deescalate the situation.][$meek += 1]] [[Faren is in danger. That's the only thing in your mind as you run towards them.]]

"What are your names?" You ask them directly, finding yourself a spot besides them. They both turn to look at you, the holes in their twin masks boring into you. The short one tenses like a rabbit caught in a trap and you almost heave a sigh of relief when the tall one responds. "This is Kal." They say gesturing to their companion, "and I'm Pevan." Kal nods tersely, their mask shifting slightly away from you. You wonder what they look like under them, if they ever get tired of wearing other faces. "I don't think I've heard you say so many words since we arrived." You tell them, trying to see past their masks. "We are taught to blend into the background," says Pevan softly, "it's hard to break out of the habit." It's true, you've been protected by Red Guards your whole life and found it increasingly easy to ignore their presence. They're there for one purpose, and nothing more. To keep you alive. "You can take off your masks if you want." You say, hoping to catch a glimpse of their faces. "I'd rather not." Says Kal tersely, their voice husky. They sound like they haven't spoken in a long time, the words rolling out of their mouth slowly. Pevan tenses, uneasy with their companion's tone. "We are honoured to be here, $title Ledici." They say, compensating a little too thickly. "I wouldn't be offended if you weren't." You tell them in earnest. They're risking their lives for someone they don't even know. "To be selected for the Path is quite the feat." Says Pevan, shaking their head. "If we complete it we will be very well awarded." '''If.''' You want to flinch at the word. They know how likely it is that they wont be coming back. You're about to respond when you're interrupted by a scoff from Kal. "Something to look forwards to." They say wryly, turning their head to look into the fire. You don't know what to say to that so you join them in contemplation, watching the bright flames dance wildly. Their heat warms your face and hands, lulling you into a sense of calm. By the other side of the fire you hear Faren whistling a melody softly as he examines a small branch.<<if $hobby eq "playing music">> You realize with a smile that it's the same melody you were playing earlier. <</if>> You're enjoying the sound of it when you hear Krev scramble from where he's sitting rushing over to wrap his hands around Faren's mouth. "Stop that, right now!" Says Krev, a panicked look in his face as he tackles the younger man. [[You pull out your weapon, instinct taking over, telling you to jump into action.][$plan += 1]] [[You wait and see what's happening before acting. You have to try to deescalate the situation.][$plan -= 1]] [[Faren is in danger. That's the only thing in your mind as you run towards them.]]

It's a simple tent, the canvas wall tight around you. You can make out your surroundings by the thin stream of warm light that streams in through the gap in the entrance. You remove your boots and overclothes, relaxing into the ground. Your $weapon lays besides you, and in the dim light you can see your distorted reflection on its copper surface. The warped metal emphasizes your most notable feature, your <<nobr>> <<cycle "$feature" autoselect>> <<option "gap tooth">> <<option "dark undereyes">> <<option "round face">> <<option "elongated face">> <<option "stubborn chin">> <<option "downturned eyes">> <<option "wide-set eyes">> <<option "almond eyes">> <<option "wide forehead">> <</cycle>> . You like this detail, it works in tandem with your <<cycle "$feature2" autoselect>> <<option "long lashes">> <<option "cheek dimples">> <<option "freckles">> <<option "strong jaw">> <<option "soft lips">> <<option "fine cheekbones">> <<option "thick eyebrows">> <<option "thin eyebrows">> <<option "distinctive nose">> <</cycle>> <</nobr>>. As you turn away to face the blank tan canvas by your side, the thin bedroll feels soft to your tired muscles. You fade into sleep quickly. [[May we rest in kindred.]]

The nightmare always starts the same. It almost seems like a dream at first, it takes all of you not to fall for the comfort it offers. Your subconcious knows what's about to come. You lie on your mother's lap, sun streaming through the windows of her chambers. She plays a small harp, the melody sweet and clear. Your eyes are drifting closed as the music streams through the warm summer air. It's always like this, a sensation of intense peace followed by excrutiating pain. You open your eyes startled and notice your mother's hand plunging into your chest. There's blood everywhere. It's soaking your delicate robes, making them stick to your skin. You look into your mother's reddened eyes as she sobs and she twists her hand deeper into your heart. "Someday you'll understand $name ." She says in between hiccups. "I love you so much." The small harp lies discarded on the ground, but you can still hear the melody. Your eyes close, the pain fading into a dull throb. This is just the first part. ~-~-~-~-~ <<cycle "$wakeone" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> [[Wake up|Nightmare]] <<set $features to "set">>

You're in your room, but there's no smoke coming in through the open window. No Taris burning to relive in your dreams. It's sunny outside, warm light streaming through the sap glass windows. You lift yourself up from your bed, taking a few steps before you realize there's someone in the room with you. They speak to you softly, tenderly. You lean into the sound of their voice, walking closer so you can understand what they're saying. It takes a moment for you to realize that it's not your language, but you understand every word of it. "Let me in." Says the beautiful stranger, brushing their hand down the side of your face. "Why can't you let me in?" "How?" You ask them, treasuring their touch. "What do I do?" "You can't do anything, sweet one." They say, there are tears streaming down their eyes. "You were broken." "I'm not-" You start to argue, but you stop yourself halfway. Maybe you are broken. "Don't worry. I can fix you." They say, bringing a hand to your chest, digging for something. Their eyes flash with recognition as they find what they were looking for. "I will fix you." [[WAKE UP]]

You wake up with a start, your head bumping against the fabric of the small tent as you rise. You're clutching your chest, the old ache coming back to haunt you. It must've been the same nightmare as always, you think. You don't quite remember. You need fresh air. You quickly put on your boots and step outside, where Pevan sits by the dying fire. Good, you could use some company right now. You need something to distract you. "Pevan, how long have you been taking watch?" You ask them, sitting down besides them. "Pevan is asleep." Says the Red Guard, with a somewhat irritated tone. "I'm taking second watch." So it's Kal. It's hard for you to tell them apart with their identical masks and armour, especially when they're not standing next to each other. You'd much rather the company of the other guard, but it would be odd for you to get up and leave now. "You switched already?" You say, making conversation. "I couldn't sleep." They answer, matter of fact. This is going to be a long night. You're debating whether you should go back into your tent when their voice surprises you. "Why are you awake?" They ask, still looking into the embers. [[Tell them about your nightmare.]] [[Turn the conversation on them to avoid the subject.]]

"The silent schtick is very mysterious, but I'd love to learn more about you." You tell them playfully, settling down besides them on the ground. They both turn to look at you, the holes in their twin masks boring into you. The short one tenses like a rabbit caught in a trap and you almost heave a sigh of relief when the tall one chuckles. "I'm glad you find it mysterious, most just think it's boring." They say, speaking softly. "We are taught to blend into the background, it's hard to break out of the habit." It's true, you've been protected by Red Guards your whole life and found it increasingly easy to ignore their presence. They're there for one purpose, and nothing more. To keep you alive. "What are your names?" You ask them, hoping to start with the basics. "This is Kal." Says the tall one gesturing to their companion, "and I'm Pevan." Kal nods tersely, their mask shifting slightly away from you. You wonder what they look like under them, if they ever get tired of wearing other faces. "I'm $name ." You say, more out of custom than out of necessity. "We know." Says Kal tersely, their voice husky. They sound like they haven't spoken in a long time, the words rolling out of their mouth slowly. Pevan tenses, uneasy with their companion's tone. "We are honoured to be here, $title Ledici." They say, compensating a little too thickly. "I wouldn't be offended if you weren't." You offer, somewhat apologetically. They're risking their lives for someone they don't even know. "To be selected for the Path is quite the feat." Says Pevan, shaking their head. "If we complete it we will be very well awarded." '''If.''' You want to flinch at the word. They know how likely it is that they wont be coming back. You're about to respond when you're interrupted by a scoff from Kal. "Something to look forwards to." They say wryly, turning their head to look into the fire. You don't know what to say to that so you join them in contemplation, watching the bright flames dance wildly. Their heat warms your face and hands, lulling you into a sense of calm. By the other side of the fire you hear Faren whistling a melody softly as he examines a small branch.<<if $hobby eq "playing music">> You realize with a smile that it's the same melody you were playing earlier. <</if>> You're enjoying the sound of it when you hear Krev scramble from where he's sitting, rushing towards Faren to wrap his large hands around his mouth. "Stop that, right now!" Says Krev, a panicked look in his face as he tackles the younger man. [[You pull out your weapon, instinct taking over, telling you to jump into action.][$brash += 1]] [[You wait and see what's happening before acting. You have to try to deescalate the situation.][$meek += 1]] [[Faren is in danger. That's the only thing in your mind as you run towards them.]]

Faren widens his eyes, the surprise of Krev's attack stunning him momentarily. He's struggling on the ground, under the larger man. You run towards them, weapon raised, when you see Faren use his free hand to throw the branch he was holding behind Krev's back. You step back just in time. It only takes a second for the roles to reverse. Krev's now on the ground choking for breath. The branch Faren was holding is now twined into the older man's hands like handcuffs, twisting his arms behind his back. Faren looks down at Krev with fury in his eyes, his wooden arm stretching to grab him by the throat as the branch digs into his wrists . "If you so much as touch me again, old man, I will use you for tree fodder." He says icily, slightly constricting his hold to make a point. "Don't-" Says Krev, interrupted by a cough. He can't speak like this, he can hardly breathe. "Release him." You tell Faren, your tone forceful. Faren stares at you for a second deliberating, before releasing the hold on Krev's throat. He does not release his wrists. Krev breathes a couple gulps of fresh air before beginning again. "Listen to me you imbecile." He spits at Faren, the fight still in his eyes. "Do not fucking whistle while we're down here." Faren looks like he's about to argue when Krev starts again. "Don't ask me to tell you why, because I can't." He says, voice rising. "But if you want to survive down here you'll listen to what I say." "If we hear whistling it means we're truly done for." [[He's met with silence.]]

Faren widens his eyes, the surprise of Krev's attack stunning him momentarily. He's struggling on the ground, under the larger man. You stay where you are, trying to formulate a plan to deescalate the situation. You're about to interfere when you see Faren use his free hand to throw the branch he was holding behind Krev's back. It only takes a second for the roles to reverse. Krev's now on the ground choking for breath. The branch Faren was holding is now twining into the older man's hands like handcuffs, twisting his arms behind his back. Faren looks down at Krev with fury in his eyes, his wooden arm stretching to grab him by the throat as the branch digs into his wrists . "If you so much as touch me again, old man, I will use you for tree fodder." He says icily, slightly constricting his hold to make a point. "Don't-" Says Krev, interrupted by a cough. He can't speak like this, he can hardly breathe. "Release him." You tell Faren, your tone severe. Faren stares at you for a second deliberating, before releasing the hold on Krev's throat. He does not release his wrists. Krev breathes a couple gulps of fresh air before beginning again. "Listen to me you imbecile." He spits at Faren, the fight still in his eyes. "Do not fucking whistle while we're down here." Faren looks like he's about to argue when Krev starts again. "Don't ask me to tell you why, because I can't." He says, voice rising. "But if you want to survive down here you'll listen to what I say." "If we hear whistling it means we're truly done for." [[He's met with silence.]]

<<set $fa +=1>> <<set $faren += 5>> Faren widens his eyes, the surprise of Krev's attack stunning him momentarily. There's a pit in your stomach as you see Faren fall to the ground under him, struggling under his grip. You don't know why you feel so protective over a man who's more often than not a thorn on your side. You run towards them, trying to stop Krev from hurting the young Arborist. You try to pry him off from behind, grabbing him by the shoulders. As you do so, you make eye contact with Faren, his panicked gaze meeting yours. He signals for you to step back with his free hand, his eyes shifting to the branch left discarded on the ground. You move away just in time. The next second, Krev's on the ground choking for breath. The branch Faren was examining is now twining into Krev's hands like handcuffs, twisting his arms behind his back. Faren looks down at the man with fury in his eyes, his wooden arm stretching to grab him by the throat as the branch digs into his wrists . "If you so much as touch me again, old man, I will use you for tree fodder." He says icily, slightly constricting his hold to make a point. "Don't-" Says Krev, interrupted by a cough. He can't speak like this, he can hardly breathe. "Faren." You tell Faren, your tone pleading. "That's enough." Faren stares at you for a second, something odd in his gaze, before releasing the hold on Krev's throat. He does not release his wrists. Krev breathes a couple gulps of fresh air before beginning again. "Listen to me you imbecile." He spits at Faren, the fight still in his eyes. "Do not fucking whistle while we're down here." Faren looks like he's about to argue when Krev starts again. "Don't ask me to tell you why, because I can't." He says, voice rising. "But if you want to survive down here you'll listen to what I say." "If we hear whistling it means we're truly done for." [[He's met with silence.]]

You're all standing in tense silence. Faren's grip loosens, staring down at Krev with a mixture of fear and confusion. Ajuna looks like she's just barely restraining herself from picking through Krev's brain. Reva looks like she's about to start laughing hysterically, but you can see she is deeply unsettled by Krev's words. The Reverend is frowning intensely, looking down at his hands as if they held the answers. Kal and Pevan are undecipherable under their red masks. You stare at Krev in confusion, trying to figure out what kind of threat would come accompanied by whistling. It's not one you've ever heard of before. Not even in myths. The silence is broken by Krev breaking out of his wooden handcuffs with a loud crack, a reminder not to underestimate his strength. He stalks off to his tent with a hunch in his shoulders, making it clear that the conversation has come to an end. "That was great fun." Pronounces Reva sarcastically, looking at where Krev dissapeared into his tent. "Almost too much fun for one day. Who's taking first watch?" "I'm on first watch." Replies Pevan voice tight. Their mask is still facing where Krev was sitting not long ago. "Then I am tucking myself in, I need to sleep before I deal with this shit." Says Reva, dissapearing into her tent as well. Ajuna follows suit soon after, and you decide it's probably a good time for you to retreat as well. It's been a long day and you need to rest. You disappear into your tent, Faren's whistling replaying in your ear, the melody now ominous. [[Inside your tent.]]

You don't know what it is about them. Maybe it's the fact that they're a complete stranger. Maybe it's that you can't see their expression. Maybe it's their direct personality that makes you want to tell them. You don't know, but the words come spilling out nevertheless. "I have reocurring nightmares." You tell them, following their gaze towards the fire. The heat of it burns your eyes, and you have to fight not to look away. "They can be... intense." You think you hear them hum under their mask, but it's hard to tell with the sound muffled. They spare a quick glance at you before settling to their previous position. "I'm not a stranger to those." They say simply, not devling further into the subject. You almost wish they would. It would be nice to have an excuse to unload yourself onto someone. To have them ask. But you know it's silly to expect that from them. "Is that why you're taking watch?" You ask them, watching the warm light of the fire bounce off their red armour. "I had second shift anyways." They say, adjusting their mask slightly. "But yes, that is why I'm out here early." A phantom ache comes back as they're saying the words and you clutch gently at your chest. Breath in, breath out. You will it to be gone, but not fast enough to hide it from Kal, who is turned towards you now. "What was that?" They ask, their voice raspy. [["It's nothing. Some things never quite heal properly." You brush them off casually, you don't like people fawning over you.][$brash += 1]] [["My body loves to keep me on my toes." You joke, somewhat sardonically.][$humor += 1]] [["I..." You start, thinking of how to say it. "It's aftershocks from an old pain."][$meek += 1]]

"I could ask you the same thing." You tell them, turning the conversation on them. You don't want to talk about your nightmares right now, especially with a complete stranger. "I had to take second watch anyways." They say, turning to look at you. "Pevan needs rest more than me." "Why is that?" You ask them, amused by their confidence. "They're newer at this than I am. Still green around the edges." They say, their voice somewhat... sad. You wonder how long they've been fighting for. "You've been a guard for a long time?" You ask them, unable to help your curiosity. "Yes." They say after a beat. You think they may elaborate, but they never do. They just stare at the dying flames. "Then you must've worked in the estate." You wonder out loud to yourself. "Did we ever meet before?" Their wry laugh surprises you. They bring their hands up to rest on their knees, shaking their head slowly. "I never got to step foot in that place." They say, with a pinch of resentment. So they were a Seed district operative. That explains their hardened attitude. "If it makes you feel better, it definitely had nothing to do with your job performance." You tell them matter of fact. They wouldn't be here if it had. "I wouldn't care either way." They say gruffly. You wonder at their skill with a weapon. For them to be selected for the Path they must have a great deal of experience. You survey them; they're 5'8 at most, but they're well built, stocky. You don't doubt they could deal some serious damage if they wanted to. [[You want to test it for yourself. There's nothing else to do, might as well see if they're up for a spar.]] [[You ask to see their blade, it's not like most Red Guard weapons.]]

"How will I do that?" You ask the reverend, your eagerness evident on your face. You glance back towards the ominous stone. It feels... alive. "Reva and I will take care of waking them." He tells you, taking your hand by the wrist and pulling you closer. "All you need to do is touch the flower." He turns your hand face down, directing your palm towards the folds of the blossom. Ajuna steps forwards protectively, but Krev puts an hand on her shoulder, warning her not to interfere. You and Reva look at each other. There's concern in her eyes as the Reverend begins chanting, but she follows closely afterwards, in sync with his words. They're speaking a language you don't recognize, the sound grating to your ears. You'd try to pick out some of the words to see if you could suss it's origin, but you're too busy looking at the unfolding petals of the flower. They're closing in on your hand, their soft spongy texture enveloping it entirely. At first you feel nothing, complete numbness. Then you feel it all. It's excrutiating, the pain radiates from your chest, consuming your every limb. You hear someone scream, and it takes you a second to realize it's you. You can't think, you can't do anything. You just want it to stop. [[You need it to stop.]]

"Today?" You ask the Reverend hesitantly, the confusion evident on your face. You glance back towards the ominous stone. It feels... alive. "Reva and I will take care of waking them." He tells you, taking your hand by the wrist and pulling you closer. "All you need to do is touch the flower." He turns your hand face down, directing your palm towards the folds of the blossom. Ajuna steps forwards protectively, but Krev puts an hand on her shoulder, warning her not to interfere. You and Reva look at each other. There's concern in her eyes as the Reverend begins chanting, but she follows closely afterwards, in sync with his words. They're speaking a language you don't recognize, the sound grating to your ears. You'd try to pick out some of the words to see if you could suss it's origin, but you're too busy looking at the unfolding petals of the flower. They're closing in on your hand, their soft spongy texture enveloping it entirely. At first you feel nothing, complete numbness. Then you feel it all. It's excrutiating, the pain radiates from your chest, consuming your every limb. You hear someone scream, and it takes you a second to realize it's you. You can't think, you can't do anything. You just want it to stop. [[You need it to stop.]]

"Tell me what I have to do." You tell the Reverend, face stony. You're not eager to take the first step, but you know you have no choice. You glance back towards the ominous stone. It feels... alive. "Reva and I will take care of waking them." He tells you, taking your hand by the wrist and pulling you closer. "All you need to do is touch the flower." He turns your hand face down, directing your palm towards the folds of the blossom. Ajuna steps forwards protectively, but Krev puts an hand on her shoulder, warning her not to interfere. You and Reva look at each other. There's concern in her eyes as the Reverend begins chanting, but she follows closely afterwards, in sync with his words. They're speaking a language you don't recognize, the sound grating to your ears. You'd try to pick out some of the words to see if you could suss it's origin, but you're too busy looking at the unfolding petals of the flower. They're closing in on your hand, their soft spongy texture enveloping it entirely. At first you feel nothing, complete numbness. Then you feel it all. It's excrutiating, the pain radiates from your chest, consuming your every limb. You hear someone scream, and it takes you a second to realize it's you. You can't think, you can't do anything. You just want it to stop. [[You need it to stop.]]

"It's nothing. Some things never quite heal properly." You brush them off casually, you don't like people fawning over you, especially seasoned soldiers. "You were injured?" They ask, looking you over, surprise evident in their voice. It's odd for them to ask that. Most people from the Upper Canopy know about your illness, and most Red Guards are stationed in the Upper Canopy. They could've been part of a special force in the Seed district, but those are uncommon. You guess they could also be new, but even then they would've heard rumours. "I was ill." You tell them, somewhat embarrassed. You almost consider lying to them, but you know they'll find out eventually. "I'm guessing you weren't stationed near the estate?" "I've never had the chance." They say, with a pinch of resentment. So they were a Seed operative. "If it makes you feel better, it definitely has nothing to do with your job performance." You tell them matter of fact. They wouldn't be here if it was. They scoff at that. "I wouldn't care much if it did." You both go back to staring at the slowly dying flames and the glow of the embers. The conversation ends there, but you spend the next while sitting next to each other in suprisingly comfortable silence. Their silent company is welcome, different from most of the interactions you have with nobles in the Upper Canopy. You have nothing to prove to them. And, judging from their attitude so far, they have nothing to prove to you. You can be yourself with the masked stranger. Eventually your eyes start dropping, and you decide to head to bed for good this time. You leave Kal's side, missing the heat of the fire as you do. You turn back once before entering your tent, their mask facing your direction. [["Goodnight Kal." You tell them with a small smile.]] [["Wake me up at first light." You tell them artlessly.]] [["I have some herbs that help with insomnia" You inform them.]]

"My body loves to keep me on my toes." You joke, somewhat sardonically. Kal's mask is unmoving and you wonder if you'll have to explain your humor. "You were injured?" They ask, looking you over, surprise evident in their voice. It's odd for them to ask that. Most people from the Upper Canopy know about your illness, and most Red Guards are stationed in the Upper Canopy. They could've been part of a special force in the Seed district, but those are uncommon. You guess they could also be new, but even then they would've heard rumours. "I was ill." You tell them, somewhat embarrassed. You almost consider lying to them, but you know they'll find out eventually. "I'm guessing you weren't stationed near the estate?" "I've never had the chance." They say, with a pinch of resentment. So they were a Seed operative. "You've had a hard run of it." You laugh wryly. "First that and now the Path?" To your suprise they laugh with you. "You have no idea..." They say. You both go back to staring at the slowly dying flames and the glow of the embers. The conversation ends there, but you spend the next while sitting next to each other in suprisingly comfortable silence. Their silent company is welcome, different from most of the interactions you have with nobles in the Upper Canopy. You have nothing to prove to them. And, judging from their attitude so far, they have nothing to prove to you. You can be yourself with the masked stranger. Eventually your eyes start dropping, and you decide to head to bed for good this time. You leave Kal's side, missing the heat of the fire as you do. You turn back once before entering your tent, their mask facing your direction. [["Goodnight Kal." You tell them with a small smile.]] [["Wake me up at first light." You tell them artlessly.]] [["I have some herbs that help with insomnia" You inform them.]]

"I..." You start, thinking of how to say it. "It's aftershocks from an old pain." You drop your hand from your chest, letting them look you over. "You were injured?" They ask, their surprise evident in their voice. It's odd for them to ask that. Most people from the Upper Canopy know about your illness, and most Red Guards are stationed in the Upper Canopy. They could've been part of a special force in the Seed district, but those are uncommon. You guess they could also be new, but even then they would've heard rumours. "I was ill." You tell them, somewhat embarrassed. You almost consider lying to them, but you know they'll find out eventually. "I'm guessing you weren't stationed near the estate?" "I've never had the chance." They say, with a pinch of resentment. So they were a Seed operative. "I'm sorry." You say sadly. "I wish you'd been repaid for your service by something other than the opportunity to walk the Path." They stare at you for a long moment, and you fight the urge to fidget. "I don't want to be repaid for my service." They say bitterly, though it doesn't seem to be directed at you. They go back to staring at the low flames. The conversation ends there and you spend the next while sitting next to each other, in a suprisingly comfortable silence. Their silent company is welcome, different from most of the interactions you have with nobles in the Upper Canopy. You have nothing to prove to them. And, judging from their attitude so far, they have nothing to prove to you. You can be yourself with the masked stranger. Eventually your eyes start dropping, and you decide to head to bed for good this time. You leave Kal's side, missing the heat of the fire as you do. You turn back once before entering your tent, their mask facing your direction. [["Goodnight Kal." You tell them with a small smile.]] [["Wake me up at first light." You tell them artlessly.]] [["I have some herbs that help with insomnia" You inform them.]]

"I have some herbs that help with insomnia" You inform them, before retreating into your tent. "Let me know next time you have trouble falling asleep." They're a concoction Ajuna had taught you to prepare long ago, and you'd made sure to bring enough for the journey. You've built a resistance to them, so they're not as effective as they used to be, but Kal might appreciate them. They seem to be staring at you blankly, though that may just be the illusion the mask presents. You think you hear them say a soft "thank you" as you close the flap to your tent. You drop into the bedroll with a thump, ready for the day to be truly over. <<set $kal += 5>> [[Chapter Three]] <<set $chapter to "Chapter Three">>

"Wake me up at first light." You tell them artlessly. You want to be up early, before the rest of your companions wake preferrably. You retreat into your tent trusting that they heard you, their stony mask watching you as you close the flap. You drop into the bedroll with a thump, ready for the day to be truly over. <<set $kal -= 5>> [[Chapter Three]] <<set $chapter to "Chapter Three">>

"Goodnight Kal." You tell them with a small smile, retreating into your tent. You can't see the expression on their face, but they offer you a small nod before you close the flap. Even though they're just as covered as Pevan, they are much more of an enigma to you. You drop into the bedroll with a thump, ready for the day to be truly over. [[Chapter Three]] <<set $chapter to "Chapter Three">>

"What do you say to a spar?" You ask them, raising an eyebrow challengingly. <<if $strength gte 10>>You haven't been able to train for the last week, and you're itching to get back to it. Sparring a Red Guard veteran is a thrilling way to test your skills. <<else>> You don't think you can beat them, not with your combat experience, but the prospect of sparring with a Red Guard veteran still thrills you. There's a lot you could learn from someone like them.<</if>> They turn to look at you, resting their hands on their knees. "No." They say simply, leaving no room for discussion. <<if $meek gt $brash>> <<set $highp to $meek>> <<set $persona to "meek">> <<elseif $brash gte $meek>> <<set $highp to $brash>> <<set $persona to "brash">> <</if>> <<if $humor gte $highp>> <<set $persona to "humor">> <</if>> <<if $persona is "brash">> That's never stopped you before. You try again. "I could use the practice. And it's not like we have anything better to do other than stare at the fire." You tell them, already rising with your weapon in hand. "Come on, I won't tell anyone." They shake their head at you with a sigh, but eventually rise from their spot to join you on the empty side of the clearing. You're out of the light of the fire, but the blue glow of the forest offers enough light for you to see each other clearly. They still have their weapon holstered and you point at it with your $weapon . "Are we doing this or not?" You ask, waiting for them to arm themselves. "I'm ready when you are, $title Ledici." They say curtly, making no move to unsheath their blade. So that's how they want to play this. [[Attack first, mostly on impulse.]] [[Plan your moves accordingly, stay defensive.]] <<elseif $persona is "humor">> You vouch to try anyways. "Are you scared I'll beat you?" You taunt them with a smirk. "I promise to go easy on you." You rise with your weapon, waiting for them to follow you. They shake their head at you with a sigh, but eventually rise from their spot to join you on the empty side of the clearing. You're out of the light of the fire, but the blue glow of the forest offers enough light for you to see each other clearly. They still have their weapon holstered and you point at it with your $weapon . "Are we doing this or not?" You ask, waiting for them to arm themselves. "I'm ready when you are, $title Ledici." They say curtly, making no move to unsheath their blade. So that's how they want to play this. [[Attack first, mostly on impulse.]] [[Plan your moves accordingly, stay defensive.]] <<elseif $persona is "meek">> You don't want to push their buttons too hard, and you don't think you'll convince them anyways. You opt to try and learn more about their odd weapon. Just because they won't show you the blade during the fight, doesn't mean you can't ask about it. [["Can you tell me more about your blade?" You ask them sweetly.|You ask to see their blade, it's not like most Red Guard weapons.]] <</if>>

"Can you tell me more about your blade?" You ask them, hoping to get a glimpse of the odd weapon. They stare at you for a moment too long, and you so wish you could see their expression behind their mask. The suspense is maddening. "What do you want to see?" They ask, their hand resting protectively on its hilt. "It has an odd shape." You say, trying to get a better look at it. "I noticed it today when you came back from gathering wood, it's not like the weapons I've seen other Red Guards carry." You see them intake a breath, their chest rising slowly before they let it out with a sigh. They slowly unsheath the weapon, showing you their curved short-sword. It's aged oak, dark and knotted, the edges stained darker than the rest of the blade. "There's no metal on this blade." You tell them, looking up at their mask. "You should've gotten a standard copper coated weapon. They're a lot more efficient." "I didn't want one." They say, running their hand down the surface of the blade. "This one suited me better." You're about to ask them more about it when they suddenly sheath their sword again, hiding it from view. They're mighty private, even for a Red Guard. "How old is it?" You ask them, thinking of the texture of the aged oak. "Older than me." They answer, looking back into the fire. "That much I'd guessed." You chuckle wryly. It doesn't seem like you'll be getting much more information out of them tonight. The conversation ends there, but you spend the next while sitting next to each other in suprisingly comfortable silence. Their silent company is welcome, different from most of the interactions you have with nobles in the Upper Canopy. You have nothing to prove to them. And, judging from their attitude so far, they have nothing to prove to you. You can be yourself with the masked stranger. Eventually your eyes start dropping, and you decide to head to bed for good this time. You leave Kal's side, missing the heat of the fire as you do. You turn back once before entering your tent, their mask facing your direction. [["Goodnight Kal." You tell them with a small smile.]] [["Wake me up at first light." You tell them artlessly.]] [["If you ever change your mind about the blade, let me know." You tell them respectfully.]]

You stay where you are, waiting for them to make the first move, planning according to their reactions. You've always been better at dealing with situations with a well formulated plan, every possibility accounted for. They step forwards, and you lift your $weapon to parry defensively, your footwork precise and methodical. Unfortunately, Kal is an experienced fighter. Instead of trying to disarm you, like you expected, they stick out their leg to trip you as you try to defend yourself, almost sending you sprawling towards the dirt. Their move leaves you completely open, and if they'd been fighting with a weapon you'd probably be dead already. You turn around to face them quickly, not wanting to leave your back unguarded. It's time to get serious. [[You'll fight strategically, using the environment to your advantage.]] [[You'll use your silver tongue to your advantage, taunting them to distract them.]] [[You'll win this through sheer skill, they may be more experienced, but you're exceptionally well trained.]] <<set $plan += 1>>

You attack first, mostly on impulse. You find that you work best thinking on your feet, dealing with each decision as it comes flying at you. You step forwards fast, thrusting your $weapon in a quick jab. However, Kal is an experienced fighter, and they sidestep your attack easily, slamming their hand onto your back as they round on you from behind. If they'd had a weapon you'd be dead already. You turn around quickly, fighting the urge to rub at your back. It's time to get serious. [[You'll fight strategically, using the environment to your advantage.]] [[You'll use your silver tongue to your advantage, taunting them to distract them.]] [[You'll win this through sheer skill, they may be more experienced, but you're exceptionally well trained.]] <<set $plan -= 1>>

<<if $wit gte 10>> You let Kal think you're defeated after your first blow, fighting shyly, evading them when possible. It's better for your opponent to underestimate you, you can use that to your advantage. You'd been watching Kal as they approached this side of the clearing, analyzing their every move. You'd noticed they'd given the Mycelian stone a clear berth, probably still weary of the events earlier on in the day. They're superstitious, you can use that to your advantage. You keep feinting left and right, evading their blows backwards. You can tell they're becoming irritated by your tactics, probably thinking of them as infantile. The stone is just at your right now, and you use it to predict your oponent's moves. While you have the freedom to move wherever you please, you know Kal will only fight away from the stone. You see them taking a quick glance at it as they easily parry one of your strikes, a minute shift of their head. This is your chance, you wait for their next blow, knowing exactly where it's going to land, and grasp Kal's fist, pulling them towards you. You can tell you've caught them off guard because they stumble forwards a step. But just when you think you've won, Kal pulls their wrist out of your grasp, pushing you to the ground with their other hand. You hadn't expected them to be so strong. You're left lying on your back breathing hard, staring up at their stoic mask. You have a grin on your face, knowing you outsmarted them. Your smile fades however, as you see Kal's hand hover over the hilt of their weapon. The fight is over, they won unnarmed. There's no reason for them to unsheath it. Unless... Kal's hand leaves their side as they offer it to you, helping you up. You take it gratefully, still reeling from that odd moment. You must have been imagining things. "You fought well." They say, as they go back to their seat by the fire, sitting down with a slump. "You did too." You say, joining them. The conversation ends there, but you spend the next while sitting next to each other in suprisingly comfortable silence. Their silent company is welcome, different from most of the interactions you have with nobles in the Upper Canopy. You have nothing to prove to them. And, judging from their attitude so far, they have nothing to prove to you. You can be yourself with the masked stranger. Eventually your eyes start dropping, and you decide to head to bed for good this time. You leave Kal's side, missing the heat of the fire as you do. You turn back once before entering your tent, their mask facing your direction. [["Goodnight Kal." You tell them with a small smile.]] [["Wake me up at first light." You tell them artlessly.]] [["I'm looking forwards to a rematch." You tell them, a glimmer in your eye.]] <<else>> Try as you may, you are not able to formulate a strategy in time. The spar doesn't last more than a few blows, before they're unarming you easily. They hook their ankle behind your feet, pushing you backwards, which sends you sprawling to the ground. You wish you could at least have given them a challenge. You stare up at them as they walk slowly towards where you're lying, standing directly above you. You're smiling sheepishly, aware that you were a lot more bark than bite. Your smile fades however, as you see Kal's hand hover over the hilt of their weapon. The fight is over, they won unnarmed. There's no reason for them to unsheath it. Unless... Kal's hand leaves their side as they offer it to you, helping you up. You take it gratefully, still reeling from that odd moment. You must have been imagining things. "You need practice." They say, as they go back to their seat by the fire, sitting down with a slump. "I know." You say embarrassed as you join them. The conversation ends there, but you spend the next while sitting next to each other in suprisingly comfortable silence. Their quiet company is welcome, different from most of the interactions you have within the Upper Canopy. You have nothing to prove to them and, judging from their attitude so far, they have nothing to prove to you. You can be yourself with the masked stranger. Eventually your eyes start dropping, and you decide to head to bed for good this time. You leave Kal's side, missing the heat of the fire as you do. You turn back once before entering your tent, their mask facing your direction. [["Goodnight Kal." You tell them with a small smile.]] [["Wake me up at first light." You tell them artlessly.]] [["I'm looking forwards to a rematch." You tell them, a glimmer in your eye.]] <</if>>

<<if $charisma gte 10>> You may not be the strongest fighter, but you're good at figuring people out. You're sure you can find something that makes Kal tic, and use it to your advantage. You spar mostly defensively, evading and blocking the blows that Kal throws at you as you taunt them. "Come on, you can do better than that!" You tell them, grinning. "I thought you had experience fighting!" As bold as you are, your taunts towards their pride don't seem to be distracting them at all. They're closing in on you fast, and you won't be able to avoid them for much longer. They must've fought much more insolent opponents than you, if they trained to be a Red Guard. You've seen how the soldiers taunt each other in the barracks, it can't be new to them. Thats it! You think back to the barracks training, the sargeants drilling the soldiers incessantly. "Left!" They'd yell, and the soldiers would strike left. "Right!" And they would strike right. You have a hunch Kal's training wasn't much different. That'll have to do for now. Before their next move you yell "Left!" as you strike in the opposite direction. True to your hypothesis, Kal moves to defend their left side. They stumble as they rapidly switch positions to defend your blow and you think you've got them. Unfortunately, they're too fast, and they block you just in the nick of time, using the force of your blow against you. They push you back, hooking their foot behind your ankle, sending you sprawling to the ground. You're left lying on your back, staring directly up at where they stand above you. You have a grin on your face, knowing you were able to get to them. Your smile fades however, as you see Kal's hand hover over the hilt of their weapon. The fight is over, they won unnarmed. There's no reason for them to unsheath it. Unless... Kal's hand leaves their side as they offer it to you, helping you up. You take it gratefully, still reeling from that odd moment. You must have been imagining things. "You fought well." They say, as they go back to their seat by the fire, sitting down with a slump. "You did too." You say, joining them. The conversation ends there, but you spend the next while sitting next to each other in suprisingly comfortable silence. Their silent company is welcome, different from most of the interactions you have with nobles in the Upper Canopy. You have nothing to prove to them. And, judging from their attitude so far, they have nothing to prove to you. You can be yourself with the masked stranger. Eventually your eyes start dropping, and you decide to head to bed for good this time. You leave Kal's side, missing the heat of the fire as you do. You turn back once before entering your tent, their mask facing your direction. [["Goodnight Kal." You tell them with a small smile.]] [["Wake me up at first light." You tell them artlessly.]] [["I'm looking forwards to a rematch." You tell them, a glimmer in your eye.]] <<else>> Try as you may, you are not able to formulate a strategy in time. The spar doesn't last more than a few blows, before they're unarming you easily. They hook their ankle behind your feet, pushing you backwards, which sends you sprawling to the ground. You wish you could at least have given them a challenge. You stare up at them as they walk slowly towards where you're lying, standing directly above you. You're smiling sheepishly, aware that you were a lot more bark than bite. Your smile fades however, as you see Kal's hand hover over the hilt of their weapon. The fight is over, they won unnarmed. There's no reason for them to unsheath it. Unless... Kal's hand leaves their side as they offer it to you, helping you up. You take it gratefully, still reeling from that odd moment. You must have been imagining things. "You need practice." They say, as they go back to their seat by the fire, sitting down with a slump. "I know." You say embarrassed as you join them. The conversation ends there, but you spend the next while sitting next to each other in suprisingly comfortable silence. Their silent company is welcome, different from most of the interactions you have with nobles in the Upper Canopy. You have nothing to prove to them. And, judging from their attitude so far, they have nothing to prove to you. You can be yourself with the masked stranger. Eventually your eyes start dropping, and you decide to head to bed for good this time. You leave Kal's side, missing the heat of the fire as you do. You turn back once before entering your tent, their mask facing your direction. [["Goodnight Kal." You tell them with a small smile.]] [["Wake me up at first light." You tell them artlessly.]] [["I'm looking forwards to a rematch." You tell them, a glimmer in your eye.]] <</if>>

<<if $strength gte 10>> You're a lot better prepared for their next moves, parrying their movements with the ease of a well trained soldier. You think they might even be getting winded, their moves slowing as you continue your barrage. It must be a beautiful thing to watch, two masters of their craft trading quick blows in an almost coordinated manner. It's a skillful dance, each strike accompanied by a dodge or a parry, your feet moving in sync. You think you have them, when they step slightly too far to the left to avoid your blow. You strike forwards, taking advantage of the opening, when Kal suddenly drops low. They swipe your legs from under you, leaving you sprawled face up on the ground. You stare up at them as they walk slowly towards where you're lying, standing directly above you. You're grinning still, breathing hard. You're exhilarated to have such a worthy opponent to fight with. Your smile fades however, as you see Kal's hand hover over the hilt of their weapon. The fight is over, they won unnarmed. There's no reason for them to unsheath it. Unless... Kal's hand leaves their side as they offer it to you, helping you up. You take it gratefully, still reeling from that odd moment. You must have been imagining things. "You fought well." They say, as they go back to their seat by the fire, sitting down with a slump. "You did too." You say, joining them. The conversation ends there, but you spend the next while sitting next to each other in suprisingly comfortable silence. Their silent company is welcome, different from most of the interactions you have with nobles in the Upper Canopy. You have nothing to prove to them. And, judging from their attitude so far, they have nothing to prove to you. You can be yourself with the masked stranger. Eventually your eyes start dropping, and you decide to head to bed for good this time. You leave Kal's side, missing the heat of the fire as you do. You turn back once before entering your tent, their mask facing your direction. [["Goodnight Kal." You tell them with a small smile.]] [["Wake me up at first light." You tell them artlessly.]] [["I'm looking forwards to a rematch." You tell them, a glimmer in your eye.]] <<else>> Try as you may, you are not as skilled a fighter as Kal. The spar doesn't last more than a few blows, before they're unarming you easily. They hook their ankle behind your feet, pushing you backwards, which sends you sprawling to the ground. You wish you could at least have given them a challenge. You stare up at them as they walk slowly towards where you're lying, standing directly above you. You're smiling sheepishly, aware that you were a lot more bark than bite. Your smile fades however, as you see Kal's hand hover over the hilt of their weapon. The fight is over, they won unnarmed. There's no reason for them to unsheath it. Unless... Kal's hand leaves their side as they offer it to you, helping you up. You take it gratefully, still reeling from that odd moment. You must have been imagining things. "You need practice." They say, as they go back to their seat by the fire, sitting down with a slump. "I know." You say embarrassed as you join them. The conversation ends there, but you spend the next while sitting next to each other in suprisingly comfortable silence. Their silent company is welcome, different from most of the interactions you have with nobles in the Upper Canopy. You have nothing to prove to them. And, judging from their attitude so far, they have nothing to prove to you. You can be yourself with the masked stranger. Eventually your eyes start dropping, and you decide to head to bed for good this time. You leave Kal's side, missing the heat of the fire as you do. You turn back once before entering your tent, their mask facing your direction. [["Goodnight Kal." You tell them with a small smile.]] [["Wake me up at first light." You tell them artlessly.]] [["I'm looking forwards to a rematch." You tell them, a glimmer in your eye.]] <</if>>

"If you ever change your mind about the blade, let me know." You tell them respectfully, not wishing to undermine their choice. "I see why you like your old one, but the offer still stands." You can't see the expression on their face, but they offer you a small nod before you close the flap. Even though they're just as covered as Pevan, they are much more of an enigma to you. You drop into the bedroll with a thump, ready for the day to be truly over. <<set $kal += 5>> [[Chapter Three]] <<set $chapter to "Chapter Three">>

"I'm looking forwards to a rematch." You tell them, an amused glimmer in your eye. You can't see the expression on their face, but you think you see their shoulders shaking with laughter before you close the flap. Even though they're just as covered as Pevan, they are much more of an enigma to you. You drop into the bedroll with a thump, ready for the day to be truly over. <<set $kal += 5>> [[Chapter Three]] <<set $chapter to "Chapter Three">>

<<nobr>>  <style> #ui-bar {display:none;} #passages {width:100vw;margin:0;background-image:var(--chapter-three);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-size:100%;background-position:center;overflow:hidden;scrollbar-width:none;font-family:var(--header-font);transition:0s;padding:0;} ::-webkit-scrollbar {width:0px;} .passage {text-align:center;transition:10s;} #passages a:before {content: none;} #story {margin-left:0;} h1 {text-align:center;margin-top:5vh;} @media screen and (max-width: 800px) {#story {margin:0;}} </style> <</nobr>> <h1>Chapter Three [[Reveries]]</h1> "You could be my favourite place I've ever been I got lost in your willingness To dream within the dream You could be my favourite faded fantasy" -Damien Rice

"I can't say you've led me to think otherwise." You tell him stubbornly. "I've never done anything to slight you." He says, a frown on his face. "Maybe not directly." You reply with a scoff. "You constantly try to undermine me. Anything to make you look good in front of the council." "You're the heir. I'm sure you can handle yourself." Faren is smiling coldly now. "Don't expect me to coddle you like the rest of the nobles do." "You think they coddle me? Do you know how far I've had to go to earn their respect?" You ask, indignant. How could he think that? He has no idea how hard it was for you, he wasn't even there. He'd left. "Not nearly as far as someone without your status. All it takes is a few smiles and a show of basic competency." He's getting worked up now too, his voice raising. You laugh incredulously. "I don't know why you're so offended anyways. You obviously don't have any faith in me either." "I have my reasons." He says curtly. "What reasons? Tell me, what makes me so unreliable?" "Its..." Faren starts, looking away with a sigh. "Forget it." [["Tell me." You say, not willing to back down.][$meek -= 1]] [["You're really going to leave me hanging after that?" You ask him.]] [["You're such a dick, Faren." You say with a scoff.][$faren -= 5]]

You freeze as every head in the room turns towards you. Your mind is racing with the reveal. The Path is a pilgrimage that must be completed by every heir in the Thicket in order for the gods to sanctify their leadership. Even the most pagan trees respect the Path. Your father completed his previous to your birth, but Ajuna told you that he'd come back a changed man. He became quiet, absent, with a wisdom that he didn't exhibit before. The Path allows the Duchy to form a direct connection with the gods, a tether to them even in the heights of the trees. You've been taught to be careful during your father's absent silences. You don't want to risk interrupting his conversations with the Mycelian. You manage to break out of your stupor to say, [["Are you unwell, Father?" |1c9.1]] [["Why now?" |1c9.2]] [["I'm not ready."|1c9.3][$duke -=1]]

You rise the next morning feeling momentarily disoriented by the insides of your tent. It takes you a couple seconds to realize you're on the Path. You miss the oak interior of your bedroom, the soft green blankets. There's no point in reminiscing now. You get ready to face the day, a lot better rested than you felt last night. You join your companions outside, Faren, the Reverend and the Red Guards are already awake. You notice your surroundings look a little lighter now, the shadows less dense. The sun must have risen a couple hours ago. <<if $kal lt 0>>You inwardly curse Kal for not waking you up at first light.<</if>> Ajuna likes to sleep in, and she must still be adjusting to this schedule. You remind yourself to rouse her if she's not up in the next couple hours. She could very well sleep until the late afternoon. As you sit eating breakfast with your companions, you can't help but notice an odd smell. You check your midas bread, but it looks to be in perfect condition. It takes years for it to spoil anyways. Where is the smell coming from? You get up and try to follow the source of the stench, the closer you get the surer you become of its nature. It's rot, something is decaying nearby. "Do you smell that?" You ask the group sitting behind you, but they just stare at you blankly. [[Investigate the smell.]] [[Go back to eating your breakfast.]] <<if $title eq "Lady">> <<set $Duchy to "Duchess">><<elseif $title eq "Lord">><<set $Duchy to "Duke">><<elseif $title eq "Layde">><<set $Duchy to "Duchy">><</if>>

You walk over towards the source of the smell, getting closer to the wall of trees by the edge of the clearing. You hear Pevan approaching behind you, trying to glimpse in the direction you're heading. "It's not safe for you to walk by yourself, $title Ledici." They say, pleading. "You should wait until your companions are ready to depart." "I'm not going far, I just want to see something." You tell them, forcing your way into the forest. They follow reluctanctly, uncomfortable with leaving the safety of your group. The clearing is still in sight when you find the source of the smell. "Pevan." You tell them seriously. "Bring the rest of the group. They need to see this." Pevan nods quickly, before running hurriedly towards the tents. [[This can only mean bad news.]]

You swallow the bread as you try to ignore the smell. After a while it fades into the background and you hardly notice it anymore. You stare at the path of yellow grass as you think about your journey so far. It's only been one day, and it already seems like you're doing everything wrong. You can't get the feeling of the stone out of your mind, the sensation of the soft petals closing in on you. You're snapped out of your reverie by Ajuna sitting down next to you. Her eyes are bloodshot, her hair a mess. You don't doubt she stayed up late last night writing about the ground on her journal, probably documenting every single detail she witnessed. She really shouldn't be putting this on paper. If she were to bring a record of the ground back to the tree, her punishment would not be mild. "Have some." She says, handing you a gourd with tea in it. You sip the bitter water slowly, savouring the warmth it offers. It's a bit warmer on the ground than it was in the tree, especially in the absence of strong winds, but the chill of late winter still persists. You thank Ajuna quietly before you see Reverend Dasius walking towards where you're sitting. "$title Ledici." They say, a scowl on his face as he glances between you and Ajuna. "Could we have a word?" "In private?" He adds after a beat. Ajuna looms over you protectively before you stop her with a hand. This is something you have to deal with by yourself. [["I'll be back soon." You say softly.]] [["Let me deal with this." You tell her.]] [["I'll try to come back in one piece." You joke wryly.]]

You stare down at the corpse lying on its face. They are naked, any mark that could identify their origin is wiped away. Your companions stand beside you, having rushed here as soon as Pevan relayed your message. Ajuna kneels next to the body, her hair still ruffled from sleep. She turns it over on its back, examining it for clues. "They were strong, a soldier most likely." She says, lifting its arm up to uncover a nasty wound on its midriff. "They died recently, maybe even after we arrived at the clearing. There are some signs of struggle." "No kidding..." Says Reva sarcastically, looking down curiously at the dried blood on its torso. "What do you think was used as the puncture weapon?" Asks Faren with a grimace, his handkerchief over his nose. "A blade of some sorts." Says Ajuna, bringing out her eyepiece. "A dull one at that." "So he died of blood loss?" You ask her, wondering how you didn't hear this happen so close to your camp. "I don't think so." She responds, looking back at you with a frown. "I think they asphixiated. I suspect there was poison on the killer's blade." Krev shuffles behind you, something clearly on his mind. From the way he's frowning, you doubt he'd be able to tell you. You'll just have to be attentive to his reactions from now on. "There should not be other humans on holy ground." Says the Reverend righteously. "Their death was punishment from the gods for their heresy." "Are the gods roaming around attacking people with poisoned blades?" Mutters Pevan quietly so the Reverend won't hear. Ajuna looks like she's two steps away from wrestling Reverend Dasius to the ground, and you intercede before she gets any ideas. "We need to be more cautious from now on." You tell your companions, looking out into the forest. "No one goes anywhere alone. If you need to split from the group, grab a partner." "What do you think happened?" Asks Kal from the shadows, suprising the Reverend beside them. It's the first time you've heard them speak in front of the rest of the group. [["I think there are human scavengers we need to be wary of."]] [["I think the gods are playing tricks on us."]] [["I think we can't trust anyone."]]

"I think there are human scavengers we need to be wary of." You tell them, turning back to look at the expressionless face of their mask. "The body was stripped of its clothing and belongings." Kal nods, your theory seeming to please them. They step back into shadows, fading once again into the background. "How come we haven't seen or heard anyone else since we came down here?" Asks Faren, the vines in his arm shifting. "And if there were scavengers, wouldn't we have heard of them on the canopy?" "Maybe they're not Ledici scavengers..." Says Ajuna thoughtfully, rising from her spot on the ground. "It seems more likely to me that it was someone in our group." Says Faren, scrutinizing your companions. "Why else would this have happened so close to our camp?" "$title Ledici is right." Says Krev, emphasizing your name. Sweat is beading down his forehead as he glares at Faren. Although some of your companions seem satisfied by Krev's statement, you can still feel the doubts Faren planted in the air. What if it was someone in your group? Ajuna steps away from the body satisfied with her diagnosis, and begins walking back towards the tents. "I still haven't had breakfast." She tells you, not bothering to look back. You're surprised she even has an appetite. "We should be fast." Responds Reva, scanning the trees. "I would rather not stay here much longer." You continue your day as planned, the body left forgotten in the forest. The rot is already taking over, its flesh feeding the ecosystem that once nurtured it. [[Next|3c1]]

"I think the gods are playing tricks on us." You tell them, examining the body closer. "There are no humans on the ground. Whatever happened here, they are responsible." Kal tenses, their mask tilting to look at the body. Then they send you a slow nod, fading back into the background. "Clearly there are other people in the ground." Says Faren with a scoff. "How else do you explain the corpse." The vines in his arm are twisting restlessly as he waits for your response. "I just think there's more here than meets the eye." You tell him stubbornly. "I can't explain it, but whatever happened here was because of the Mycelian." "The //heir// is right, Arborist Valar." Says the Reverend, sending Faren a dirty look for overstepping their station. "This is an act of the gods. Anything that happens on the Path was part of their plan." Faren bristles at the Reverend's tone, and he looks like he's about to retort before Ajuna beats him to it. "So we just follow their //plan// no matter what?" Asks Ajuna, rising from her position next to the body. She has an eyebrow raised challengingly. "Even if it leads us to danger?" "If that is what our fate holds for us, then yes." Responds the Reverend, looking down his nose at Ajuna. "We shouldn't have anything to worry about if we've been faithful servants." Ajuna scoffs at that, making her own decision on how to deal with the appearance of the corpse. Even Reva seems uncomfortable by the words of the Reverend, meeting your eyes with doubt. Ajuna steps away from the body satisfied with her diagnosis, and begins walking back towards the tents. "I still haven't had breakfast." She tells you, not bothering to look back. You're surprised she even has an appetite. "We should be fast." Responds Reva, scanning the trees. "I would rather not stay here much longer." You continue your day as planned, the body left forgotten in the forest. The rot is already taking over, its flesh feeding the ecosystem that once nurtured it. [[Next|3c1]]

"I think we can't afford to trust anyone." You say curtly, turning back to look at Kal's expressionless mask. //Not even the people in our party,// you think to yourself. Kal tenses momentarily, their mask tilting to look at the body. Then they send you a slow nod, fading back into the background. Reva is looking at you warily, fiddling with a loose string on her sleeve. "You think one of us is responsible?" She asks boldly. She never was one to mince her words. "That's not what I said..." You try to smooth down her accusation as you see the rest of your companions looking at each other, trying to find a suspect. "I just think we shouldn't let our guard down. Not even around each other." Faren hums thoughtfully, the branches on his arm shifting. Ajuna steps away from the body satisfied with her diagnosis, and begins walking back towards the tents. "I still haven't had breakfast." She tells you, not bothering to look back. You're surprised she even has an appetite. "We should be fast." Responds Reva, scanning the trees. "I would rather not stay here much longer." You continue your day as planned, the body left forgotten in the forest. The rot is already taking over, its flesh feeding the ecosystem that once nurtured it. [[Next|3c1]]

You spend the next few days doing little else than walking. You follow the path of scorched yellow grass, trusting that it's leading you to the next stone. According to the Reverend, you should only be a couple days away from it now. It's getting increasingly harder to know how far you've walked when the forest around you looks the same as it did on the first day. You feel a numbing soreness in your legs and a definite increase in your appetite. You end each day sticky with sweat, and you're eternally grateful that your path has coincided with multiple small streams. The water is cold, but you treasure the feel of it on your burning muscles after a long day of walking. You missed the comforts of the canopy in the first days, but you're slowly getting accustomed to it. You're especially surprised by how easily Reva has adapted to travelling. You don't think you've seen her complain once. If anything, she seems to thrive on it. Her skin has a glow, her eyes bright and engaged. The Reverend must have kept her more cooped up than you realized, up in the temple. This must be the most action she's had since she became a postulant. Faren, on the other hand, looks more disheveled than you've ever seen him. He seems to be fighting an eternal battle against his pack... and his shoes... and his hair... and everything else in his surroundings. His training was always more academic than practical, even during his apprenticeship. It's satisfying to know that he's more a fish out of water here than you are. It tends to feel the other way around. Ajuna hasn't had much trouble adapting, but she's getting older. Her body is not as nimble as it used to be, and you've caught her a couple times using Arborism to sooth an ache on her left knee. You vow to keep an eye out for a walking stick that she could use, you could even ask Faren to help you craft it. Whether she would accept it is another issue. Krev seems to be doing better now than he was on the first couple days. He's become accustomed to his surroundings, their presence no longer causing him the same surge of panic. He still doesn't seem at ease, but he reaches towards his flask less often. The Red Guards are as much a mystery to you as they were when you departed. You've noticed them fiddle more with their armour than they did before, their weight probably uncomfortable on long hikes. You don't want to imagine how badly their masks stink of sweat. As for the Reverend, he's had a resigned attitude since you found the first stone. He seems unsettled, but eager to get to the end of the trail. He must truly believe the gods have decided his fate already. [[You've spent most of your time with Reva.]] [[You've spent most of your time with Faren.]] [[You've spent most of your time with Ajuna.]] [[You've spent most of your time with Krev.]] [[You've spent most of your time with Pevan.]] [[You've spent most of your time with Kal.]]

"I'll be back soon." You say as you rise, a hand on Ajuna's shoulder. You walk towards where the Reverend is leading you, next to the now barren stone. He paces a couple times in front of it, a hand on his mouth as he looks at you fearfully. "What did you do when you touched the stone?" He asks, stopping in front of you. "I only did what you told me to." You answer, trying your best to explain yourself. You didn't do anything wrong. "I needed you to embrace the flower. Connect with it." He says, a frown wrinkling his forehead. "You killed it." "I didn't mean to!" "I don't care what you meant! The gods will not like this." He says looking back towards the stone, the dead grass creating a ring around it. "Maybe they have forsaken you already." <<if $religious gte 0>>That sends a pang of fear through you. You have been nothing but pious, you trusted in the gods, visited the temple. Why would they forsake you now? Why are you not good enough for them? <<else>>You never had much faith in the gods, but the fact that they would forsake you while you tread their land sends a pang of fear through you. There has to be a way for you to get on their good side for you to complete the Path. <</if>> "The gods have drawn the Path out for us." You tell him, pointing at the trail of dead grass that sprouts from the stone. "It may not be what you expected, it may not be how my father did his Path... but that doesn't mean I can't complete it." "I can do this." You say, more to yourself than to him. "I sure hope so, $name ." They say, stepping close towards you. "Or we are all doomed." He keeps walking towards the rest of your group, the conversation coming to an end. Theres a pit of dread building in your stomach. What happens if you can't connect with the next stone? [[Next|3c1]]

"Let me deal with this." You tell Ajuna, rising to meet the Reverend with an equally intimidating scowl on your face. You walk towards where he's leading you, next to the now barren stone. He paces a couple times in front of it, a hand on his mouth as he looks at you fearfully. "What did you do when you touched the stone?" He asks, stopping in front of you. "I only did what you told me to." You answer, defending yourself unwaveringly. You didn't do anything wrong. "I needed you to embrace the flower. Connect with it." He says, a frown wrinkling his forehead. "You killed it." "It tried to kill me! There was something wrong with it." "Did you ever think maybe you were at fault? The gods will not like this." He says looking back towards the stone, the dead grass creating a ring around it. "Maybe they have forsaken you already." <<if $religious gte 0>>That sends a pang of fear through you. You have been nothing but pious, you trusted in the gods, visited the temple. Why would they forsake you now? Why are you not good enough for them? <<else>>You never had much faith in the gods, but the fact that they would forsake you while you tread their land sends a pang of fear through you. There has to be a way for you to get on their good side for you to complete the Path. <</if>> "The gods have drawn the Path out for us." You tell him, pointing at the trail of dead grass that sprouts from the stone. "It may not be what you expected. It may not be how my father did his Path... but that doesn't mean I can't still complete it." "I can do this." You say, more to yourself than to him. "I sure hope so, $name ." They say, stepping close towards you. "Or we are all doomed." He keeps walking towards the rest of your group, the conversation coming to an end. Theres a pit of dread building in your stomach. What happens if you can't connect with the next stone? [[Next|3c1]]

"I'll try to come back in one piece." You joke wryly, rising to meet the Reverend with something more like a grimace than a smile. You walk towards where he's leading you, next to the now barren stone. He paces a couple times in front of it, a hand on his mouth as he looks at you fearfully. "What did you do when you touched the stone?" He asks, stopping in front of you. "Exactly what you instructed me to do." You answer, with an eyebrow raised. You didn't do anything wrong. "I needed you to embrace the flower. Connect with it." He says, a frown wrinkling his forehead. "You killed it." "Maybe I did both. It definitely connected with me in some way." "Not in the way it was supposed to! The gods will not like this." He says looking back towards the stone, the dead grass creating a ring around it. "Maybe they have forsaken you already." <<if $religious gte 0>>That sends a pang of fear through you. You have been nothing but pious, you trusted in the gods, visited the temple. Why would they forsake you now? Why are you not good enough for them? <<else>>You never had much faith in the gods, but the fact that they would forsake you while you tread their land sends a pang of fear through you. There has to be a way for you to get on their good side for you to complete the Path. <</if>> "The gods have drawn the Path out for us." You tell him, pointing at the trail of dead grass that sprouts from the stone. "It may not be what you expected. It may not be how my father did his Path... but that doesn't mean I can't still complete it." "I can do this." You say, more to yourself than to him. "I sure hope so, $name ." They say, stepping close towards you. "Or we are all doomed." He keeps walking towards the rest of your group, the conversation coming to an end. Theres a pit of dread building in your stomach. What happens if you can't connect with the next stone? [[Next|3c1]]

You've spent most of your time with Reva. Her easy nature and sense of humour have occupied the many hours you've spent walking, taking the edge off your stress. She almost makes you forget why you're down here sometimes. It's refreshing. Reva likes to play games as she walks. Sometimes it's as dumb as challenging you to walk while balancing a mug on your head, which awards you very odd looks from the rest of your companions. Other times it's something as simple as "I spy", which keeps you observant and mindful of your surroundings. They often end with one of you in fits of laughter, and some admonishing looks from the Reverend. <<if $reva gte 0>> You think Reva's been enjoying your company, her face lighting up whenever she sees you approaching. Your friendship has been developing in odd ways. While you liked Reva before the Path, it's very different to see someone once every couple weeks, than to spend days tied to each other's hips. You're conflicted over her presence. On the one hand, you're glad for her company. On the other, you're scared that something could happen to her. You're responsible for her wellbeing. <<else>> When you first started approaching Reva she seemed surprised that you would seek her company. Back in the canopy you would see each other on a weekly basis, but that's very different than spending days together. You suspect that part of her confusion comes from the fact that you were friends in a strictly professional manner. You never seeked out Reva unless it was for her skill as an informant, and you rarely stayed after her job was done. You can feel things starting to change, however, the postulant seeming to warm up to you in the last couple days. <</if>> <<set $reva +=5>> <<set $reverie to "Reva">> [[The Reverend comes to a stop ahead of you.]]

You've spent most of your time with Faren. This comes as a surprise to both of you, but your banter really does makes the long walk seem shorter. Your rivalry has become the perfect distraction. You argue mostly about academics with Faren. Both of you are well educated, which provides you with endless material to dispute. The best part (or worse some would argue) is that without a library to your disposal your debates are based solely on argumentative skills. There is no way for either of you to cite your sources, no matter how many times you try to rope Ajuna into disproving one thing or the other. She wants no part in your antics. <<if $faren gte 0>> Unlike most of your interactions back at the canopy, there's no real bite to your bickering here. Maybe the conditions have you both too tired to escalate from petty squabbles. Maybe Faren finds your debates as fun as you do, going as far as approaching you to start them. To the rest of your group it looks like you're both itching for a fight, but you both know this is far from that. Your rivalry has become almost... companionable. <<else>> These fights are not unlike most of your interactions in the canopy. Each of them threatens to end in a screaming match, before you both remember your surroundings. You don't know why you both keep coming back for more. Maybe it's that itch in both of you to prove you're right, to prove your superiority over each other. Sometimes you wonder how healthy it is to continue this way. <</if>> <<set $faren +=5>> <<set $reverie to "Faren">> [[The Reverend comes to a stop ahead of you.]]

You've spent most of your time with Ajuna. It feels natural to do so, having spent so much time with her back at the canopy. Sometimes, when you're deep in conversation with her, you almost forget you're walking the Path. Almost. Ajuna tells you about the wonders of the old world, the way it would've fit into the current landscape. You like to imagine it as you walk, seeing the thousands of humans that lived here before. You daydream of their settlements as Ajuna talks, their stones and metals, their castles that would stretch into the sky. Your mentor seems more engaged here, the layers of complacency and boredom she had gained in the canopy washed away. Ajuna stops herself mid-sentence sometimes, realizing that she hasn't let you say a word for the best part of an hour. You share in her exitement, however. Her energy is very welcome when you're surrounded by a party that is, for the most part, miserable and paranoid. <<set $ajuna +=5>> <<set $reverie to "Ajuna">> [[The Reverend comes to a stop ahead of you.]]

You spend most of your time with Krev. He is loudmouthed and gossipy, a perfect distraction in the arduous journey you're on. Krev spends most of his time with you complaining about something or the other. He shares outlandish rumours, and tells you anecdotes that you are sure did not happen how he describes them. It's extremely entertaining, especially when he switches to a whisper and talks about the people currently present in your party. You're only a couple of days in, but you already know exactly what Krev thinks of each of your companions, what habits of theirs tick him off. You've found out that Krev can't stand the way Reva cracks her neck in the morning, the sound grating to his ears. He's also irked by the way Faren double ties the laces on his shirt, and Pevan's tendency to readjust their pack every two steps. The only person Krev doesn't gossip about is Ajuna, and you suspect it's because he's scared of her. The idea amuses you. <<set $krev +=5>> <<set $reverie to "Krev">> [[The Reverend comes to a stop ahead of you.]]

You've spent most of your time with Pevan. They have a gentle and caring demeanor and you feel safe with them. Even beyond the fact that it's their job to keep you safe. Pevan was unsurprisingly quite reserved at first, but they have slowly grown more comfortable speaking with you. After two days of polite back and forths, Pevan finally began revealing more of their personal life to you. You found out they grew up in a large family, and that they were the eldest sibling. It goes along with their protective nature, you think. You've spoken with Pevan about some your troubles, and found out that they are quite good at giving advice. Utterly non-judgemental, but also not pandering to your sensitivites, they are able to offer you genuine guidance. You find yourself wishing you'd met them in better circumstances, you might have even been friends back in the canopy. <<set $reverie to "Pevan">> [[The Reverend comes to a stop ahead of you.]]

You've spent most of your time with Kal. They don't say much, but they don't need to. You appreciate their calmness, their presence is an aid to your nerves. Kal is an intensely private person, but you don't expect otherwise. They've trained their whole life as a Red Guard. They may not be a big talker, but when they do, they speak earnestly. There's no mincing to their words. They are, unsurprisingly, a good listener. You've spoken more to them than to most nobles you've met. You're beginning to think Kal might even appreciate your company. They stick near you most of the time, adjusting their pace to walk by your side. It may also just be that they're just trying to do their job, but you'd like to think otherwise. You've caught them laughing at a couple of the things you've said, their demeanor relaxing slightly when you're around. You just wish you could see their face. It's maddening not being able gage what the person you're talking to is feeling. <<set $kal +=5>> <<set $reverie to "Kal">> [[The Reverend comes to a stop ahead of you.]]

The Reverend comes to a stop ahead of you and your blood freezes. You must be at the second stone already. You steel yourself for what's about to come. "Krev, have you ever seen one of these before?" Says Reverend Dasius, stopping in front of a wide tree. You contain your breath of relief as you realize he's not looking at the second stone. There's an odd growth on the trunk of the tree, the bark black and frail around it. A vine emerges from the cracks, with a large bulb at its center. The colouring of the bulb is beautiful, an iridescent silver that bends with the light. Krev steps forwards towards where the Reverend is standing, looking over his shoulder. His eyes light up with recognition as he sees the Reverend lift his hand up towards the bulb. "Stop!" He says, reaching towards the older man as he presses his hand on the silky surface. But the Reverend is too close, and Krev's not fast enough. The bulb opens, it's insides a poignant purple, and small particles of dust explode from its centre. //Spores.// Krev tries to cover his face with his shirt and signals for you to do the same. "Don't breathe." He coughs out, the spores already making their way into his system. But it's too late. Around you, you see your companions collapsing one by one. <<if $reverie eq "Krev">>Krev manages to take hold of your arm as he falls, dragging you with you into the darkness. <<elseif $reverie eq "Kal">> Kal pushes you behind them as they fall, and you're both dragged into the darkness. <<elseif $reverie eq "Ajuna">> Ajuna bats her hands defensively in front of herself, catching your arm as she falls. You're dragged into the darkness. <<elseif $reverie eq "Reva">> Reva's eyes meet your own as she takes hold of your hand, dragging you into the darkness as she falls. <<elseif $reverie eq "Faren">> Faren's gaze meets your own, taking hold of your wrist as he falls, dragging you both into the darkness. <<elseif $reverie eq "Pevan">> Pevan puts a hand on your shoulder, pushing you back as they fall, dragging you both into the darkness.<</if>> [[Down you go. |3c2]]

You're buried under layers of dirt, a seed about to sprout. You're aching, but it's not the pain of your illness. These are growing pains, your body stretching as it blossoms. You're breaking out of the embryo, stretching your limbs through the moist earth. You emerge from the depths, a sapling under weak rays of sun. You grow stronger, the earth nurturing you from it's bosom. You thrive and rise far beyond your brethren. You dwarf them, their sillouhettes fading as you get closer to the sun. You're warm, a shelter for those who created you. You have become the mother, you are now the earth that feeds other creatures. When their time comes, they'll return the favour. You're too warm, your stretched limbs on fire, your veins poisoned. You grew too much, and now your time has come as well. They have made the choice for you, rotted you from the inside. You blanket your kin with your ashes, a mother tucking them to sleep. You begin the cycle again. Fodder to feeding and once again. <<if $reverie eq "Krev">> [[You're in back in the estate.]] <<elseif $reverie eq "Kal">> [[You're falling.]] <<elseif $reverie eq "Ajuna">> [[You're surrounded by books.]] <<elseif $reverie eq "Reva">> [[An intense blue stretches as far as your eye can see.]] <<elseif $reverie eq "Faren">> [[You're home.]] <<elseif $reverie eq "Pevan">> [[You're surrounded by familiar figures.]] <</if>> <<set $krevrev to 0>> <<set $ajunarev to 0>> <<set $revarev to 0>> <<set $farenrev to 0>> <<set $kalrev to 0>> <<set $pevanrev to 0>> <<set $dasiusrev to 0>>

You walk down the hall of your estate, the pale morning light streaming in through the sap glass windows. There are no servants on the halls yet, it's still too early. You turn a corner quickly, your heavy steps echoing down the long hall. You're in front of your father's room, but there are no guards standing by the doors. That's odd. It's only when you bring up a hand to turn the door handle that you realize you're not in your own body. There's a layer of thin red hair dusting your big calloused hands as they push the door open. Are these Krev's hands? Your father is standing facing the window, his back to you. //To Krev.// The Duke turns slowly as you step in to the bedroom, closing the door behind you. You unsheath your sword from its scabbard and plunge it into his torso in one smooth movement. Your hands are steady as the hilt meets his skin. You tighten your hold on the sword as the Duke's dark blood runs down your fingers. [[Make it stop. I don't want to see this.]] [[You feel a small sense of satisfaction at your father's pained face.]] <<set $krevrev to 1>>

You're falling, the branch you were standing on fading into the mist. You see the leaves zip by you in a blur of yellows and oranges as your body plummets to the ground. You feel a snap across your shoulder, your body colliding with a thin branch. It happens too fast for you to feel the pain. You're spinning now, the brunt of the hit sending you spiraling as you fall. You hit another branch, this time across your legs, the impact turning your knee in an unnatural direction. Your body hits more branches as you fall, colliding multiple times against the smaller trees of the ground. They cushion the impact of your broken body as it lands. Maybe that's why you're still alive. Your back hits the soft earth with a thump, the air stolen from your body. You lie there gasping for breath, eyes wide as the pain finally rushes in. You can't think, you can't breathe, there's only pain. You know the bones in your legs are hardly more than dust, your shoulder dislocated and aching. You think you might have broken a couple ribs as well, judging from the way they throb as you try to fill your lungs. As you survey your body, you realize that it is not your own. You look at the pale scarred skin on your hands as they move towards your holstered blade. You're in someone else's brain, seeing through their eyes, sharing their space. It feels crowded. You see a figure in the distance approaching your mangled body. They're beautiful, the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. It hurts to look at them. Your uninjured arm manages to unsheath the wooden sword on your belt, bringing it up towards your neck. You try to scream for help, try to stop it from happening, but you're only a passenger in this body. You slit your neck before the beautiful figure can reach you, a wave of euphoria rushing over you. You're safe. [[You're dead.]] <<set $kalrev to 1>>

You sit on a plush chair inside the biggest library you have ever seen. The bookshelves stretch above you towards the high ceiling, wooden ladders leaning against them to reach the tallest books. You know this is unlike any place you have ever seen because the walls of the library are made of stone instead of wood. There are wide holes in the overlayed bricks to make space for glass windows, their surface tinted in colorful mosaics. Your hands reach for a thick book on the table, when you realize that they're not your own. Their umber skin is riddled with wrinkles, large rings on each finger. You know these hands, they practically raised you. These are Ajuna's hands. You must be in Ajuna's head, watching the world from her eyes. But where are you? This can't be one of her memories, is it a figment of her imagination? A dream? She definitely seems at ease in the room. You see her hands come up to adjust her reading glasses. They're framed in copper, their glass a lot easier to read through than the sap ones she usually wears. You try to make your presence known, but she's oblivious to you. She must not be able to sense that you're in her head. It's starting to feel like an invasion of her privacy, but there's not much you can do about it. A man walks into the room to greet Ajuna, carrying a missive with him. "Maester Ajuna, there are news from the trees." Says Reverend Dasius, waiting for her command. He's out of his usual robes, wearing plain servant's clothing. "Let me see what they say." She responds, taking the paper from him. "You are dismissed, Dasius." He leaves her to her solitude as she unrolls the thin parchment, examining its contents. [[Read the missive.]] <<set $ajunarev to 1>>

An intense blue stretches across the horizon, as far as your eye can see. You're standing on a wooden boat, in the middle of an infinite expanse of water. Reva stands with you, her hands leaning against the boat's railing. She stares out into the water with a melancholic expression, the strong salty winds ruffling her hair. "It's beautiful." She says, not bothering to look at you. "It's too bad it's a lie." "A lie?" You ask, going to stand besides her. She looks at you then, her eyes resigned. "Do you know what this place is?" She asks you, her hand signaling your surroundings. You think you know. You've never seen it in person, but Ajuna had described something like this once. The people of the old world had travelled in vessels across large bodies of water. They had no limits on their maps, the freedom to go anywhere. "Are we... Is this the ocean?" You ask her and she nods. "I used to dream of having a ship to travel the ocean through." She tells you, looking down at her hands. She pronounces the word slowly, tasting it for the first time. "I remember seeing a drawing of it in a book once. I was enamoured." "When things got bad... Whenever I felt like I couldn't face reality anymore, I would escape here. I would imagine that I was far away from the world, alone on my own ship, with the freedom to do as I pleased." [["Are we in your dream?" You ask her.]] [["How did we get here?" You ask her.]] [["Why are you sad then?" You ask her.]] <<set $revarev to 1>>

You're surrounded by familiar figures, their faces fill you with joy. You sit by a large hearth in an Upper Canopy dwelling, your daughter and partner by your side. You revel in the warm glow, in the softness of the rug lain across the floor. Your daughter has her small hand wrapped around your thumb, her skin supple on the rough, scarred surface of your own. These are not your hands and this is not your family, you realize. You're a passenger on this body, only capable of seeing through their eyes. You feel like an intruder, a parasite. "I'm proud of you, Pev." Says your partner, brushing the hair out of your eyes. She looks adoringly at you and her daughter, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. "I did it for us." You respond, your voice suprisingly clear in the absence of the mask. "All I've ever done was for us." [[You've always wanted to have a family, a child of your own.]] [[You can't imagine yourself in a scenario like this one.]] <<set $pevanrev to 1>>

You're home, you're actually home. You tell yourself it was all a bad dream. It's surprisingly easy to convince yourself //it// didn't happen. You push the heavy green quilt away from you as you're woken by your sibling. "Come on." They say, taking your hand in their small ones. "We're all waiting for you." "Okay, okay. I'm coming, Lynhe." You say with a soft chuckle. You look down at your bony hands, your long tan fingers. You're not in your own body, you're in someone else's. You can see through their eyes, feel through their skin, a passenger in their mind. It feels intrusive, seeing an intimate moment of them with their family. You let your sibling drag you out of bed and through a door that leads to the kitchen. You see your parents there with your little sister. They're waiting for you, warm bowls steaming, filling the air with a sweet smell. Your sister giggles as your mom flies a wooden spoon into her mouth, making funny faces at her. "Faren, you're awake!" Exclaims your father with a smile. He pulls out a seat for you to sit on, patting it with his large hands. "There's some porridge on the stove for you. I saved up for some oak syrup, I know how much you like it." So you're in Faren's body. That makes sense, this must be a memory before Taris burnt down. Before he lost them... You grab some food as you sit down by the large hardwood table, sharing a moment with those you love most. Your dwellings are modest, the furniture aged and faded, the paint peeling in some places, but you have never loved a place more than these four walls. You eat slowly, treasuring the little sounds, Lynhe's breathy laugh, the melodic lilt in your mother's voice. There's some porridge on your father's beard, and she wipes it off with a smile as he looks sheepishly back at her. You're filled with joy at the familiarity of it, but there's something nagging at you, anxiety creeping in. It feels like it could be over any second, like it could all be taken away from you again. [[Your Father stares at you expectanctly, he just asked you a question.]] <<set $farenrev to 1>>

There should be nothing after death. That's how you imagined it would be. Peace. Instead, you're floating in a dream. You can't see anything, but you can feel them. You can feel their presence. The smell of firewood, salt, ale, shared laughs and shared pain, crisp white bandages, gentle calloused hands, solitude, a loud command, silence, wood shavings, the carving of a butterfly, blood, so much blood, earth, decay, a mask, a red mask, a stranger's face. //Kal.// "Kal." You whisper in the darkness. No response. [["Kal, can you hear me?" You try again.]] [["I know you're here, I can feel you." You tell them.]] [["Please Kal, what's happening?" You ask them.]]

"Kal, can you hear me?" You try again, searching the darkness for them. You feel a shaky sigh as Kal's presence becomes more vivid. "You're in my head, I don't know how this happened." They say, regret in their tone. "Was it the spores? The thing Dasius touched?" "Yes... I think." They answer, their voice amorphous. "You have to wake up $name ." You have to wake up. <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> [[Wake up|kal wake]] <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>>

"I know you're here, I can feel you." You tell them, reaching out to try to find them. You feel a shaky sigh as Kal's presence becomes more vivid. "You're in my head, I don't know how this happened." They say, regret in their tone. "Was it the spores? The thing Dasius touched?" "Yes... I think." They answer, their voice amorphous. "You have to wake up $name ." You have to wake up. <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> [[Wake up|kal wake]] <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>>

"Please Kal, what's happening?" You ask them, trying to gain a sense of your surroundings. You feel a shaky sigh as Kal's presence becomes more vivid. "You're in my head, I don't know how this happened." They say, regret in their tone. "Was it the spores? The thing Dasius touched?" "Yes... I think." They answer, their voice amorphous. "You have to wake up $name ." You have to wake up. <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> [[Wake up|kal wake]] <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>>

// Maester Ajuna Ferez, I hope all is well in the new ground settlement. I've heard great things of the restoration efforts. I commend you on the wealth of old knowledge that has been once again been brought to light. We could not have made the ground safe without your efforts, and for that I can say we are all grateful. I write to you to inform you of the hoist operations in the Ledici and Feuon trees. They have been working together to create a larger hoist that could lower over three hundred people to the ground at a time. We have our best Arborists from the Thicket involved in our efforts, including your protege Faren Valar. We hope to be able to increase our immigration efforts, facilitating travel to and from the trees. You will also be happy to hear that $Duchy Ledici is planning $their descent shortly. As the ruler of Ledici, $they would like to have a better scope of the research happening on the ground. What a blessing it is that $they survived. I wish you all the best, Oja Renaut// Settlements on the ground? You as the ruling $Duchy ? Feuon and Ledici working together? Dasius working under her? This sounds like Ajuna's greatest fantasy, every piece perfectly tailored for her. There's something that worries you about it, but you can't figure out what it is. It's nagging in the back of your mind. [[Remember.|remember ajuna]] [[Stay here with her.]]

You relax into $reverie 's body, ignoring the nagging feeling. You're sure everything will be just fine. You don't feel the vines that crawl up both your sleeping bodies. You don't feel the iridescent mawl as it swallows you whole. You don't even flinch as the life seeps out of you, the last thing you hear is a soothing voice. "I had such big plans for you, sweet one." They say, voice regretful. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you." [[Dissolution.]]

[[Rebirth|1]] <<set $chapter to "Prologue">>

You don't want to see this, you're filled with revulsion at the blood on your hands, trying to step away from your father's dying form. You can't, however. You're only a passenger in this body. Panic rakes your mind as you realize //you have to wake up.// <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> [[Wake up|krev wake]] <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>>

You should feel revulsion, but you can't help the sliver of satisfaction that comes as you watch your father die. A part of you feels like he deserves it. "You betrayed me." Says the Duke, a thin line of blood falling down the corner of his mouth. His eyes are filled with sorrow, an emotion you don't think you've had the chance to witness on his face. "You brought this on yourself." You answer, in Krev's baritone. "You betrayed all of us." Krev twists the blade further, watching your father's eyes glaze over. His body falls to the ground, sliding easily from the sharp blade. Krev falls to his knees as well, staring dumbly at his sticky red hands. He stays like this for a while, giving you time to think of your current predicament. You shouldn't be here. There's something nagging at the back of your mind, something you're forgetting. [[Remember.|remember krev]] [[Supress the feeling.|Stay here with her.]]

You're not supposed to be here, are you? Before you entered his dream... there was the spores, the Path. You remember. You have to snap Krev out of this dream before something happens to him. For all you know, you're still lying in the forest, vulnerable to anything that may wish harm on you. You have to wake up. <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> [[Wake up|krev wake]] <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>>

You're not supposed to be here, are you? Before you entered her dream... the spores, the Path. You remember. You have to snap Ajuna out of this dream before something happens to her. For all you know, you're still lying in the forest, vulnerable to anything that may wish harm on you. You have to wake up. <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> [[Wake up|ajuna wake]] <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>>

"Are we in your dream?" You ask her, looking over at the blue expanse. "I think so. It feels so real, but it is not." She frowns, trying to sift through muddled thoughts. "This is a lie, I just know it. It's... off." You see the truth in her words. There's something you're forgetting but you can't remember what it is. It's nagging at the back of your brain. [[Remember |remember reva]] [[Stay here with her. Whatever it is can wait.]]

"How did we get here?" You ask her, looking over at the blue expanse. "I don't know. It feels so real, but it is not." She frowns, trying to sift through muddled thoughts. "This is a dream, I just know it. It's... off." You see the truth in her words. There's something you're forgetting but you can't remember what it is. It's nagging at the back of your brain. [[Remember |remember reva]] [[Stay here with her. Whatever it is can wait.]]

"Why are you sad then?" You ask her, looking over at the blue expanse. "Isn't this everything you wanted?" "It is. But it is also not." She frowns, trying to sift through muddled thoughts. "This is a lie, I just know it. It's... off." You see the truth in her words. There's something you're forgetting but you can't remember what it is. It's nagging at the back of your brain. [[Remember |remember reva]] [[Stay here with her. Whatever it is can wait.]]

You take Reva's hand, nodding in ascent. She's right, and you'll figure it out together. "We're forgetting something, Reva. Something important." You tell her, and her hand tightens around yours. "Where were we before?" "A forest?" She says doubtfully, the words strange in her mouth. "I think..." A forest. The Path. The spores. It all comes rushing back to you, your eyes lighting up. Reva sees it, turning towards you fully. "You remember. What is it, Dukeling? What did we get ourselves into?" "I need to wake up, Reva." You tell her, releasing her hand. "You're leaving me?" She asks, her voice cracking. She's trying to stay strong, but you see the fear laced into her eyes. She doesn't want to be alone again. "Only for a second." You say, holding her gaze. "I promise I'll get us out of here." [[You kiss Reva goodbye, the nature of the dream filling you with confidence.]] [[You squeeze Reva's shoulder companionably, trying to offer her some comfort.]] [[You step away from Reva, trying to concentrate.]]

"Maybe we're overthinking it, Reva." You tell her softly, your arm looping around her shoulder. "Maybe we should let ourselves enjoy beautiful things." She leans her head on your shoulder, staring at the horizon as she relaxes into your frame. "Okay, I'll trust you $name ." She says. You don't feel the vines that crawl up both your sleeping bodies. You don't feel the iridescent mawl as it swallows you whole. You don't even flinch as the life seeps out of you, the last thing you hear is a soothing voice. "I had such big plans for you, sweet one." They say, voice regretful. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you." [[Dissolution.]]

You press your mouth to hers, holding her face between your hands. She responds hungrily, her soft lips sealing your promise. You have to snap Reva out of this dream before something happens to her. For all you know, you're still lying in the forest, vulnerable to anything that may wish harm on you. <<set $reva += 5>> <<set $ra +=1>> <<set $revakiss to "yes">> You have to wake up. <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> [[Wake up|Reva wake]] <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>>

You squeeze Reva's shoulder companionably, trying to offer her some comfort. You have to snap her out of this dream before something happens to her. For all you know, you're still lying in the forest, vulnerable to anything that may wish harm on you. <<set $reva += 5>> You have to wake up. <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> [[Wake up|Reva wake]] <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>>

You step away from her, trying to concentrate. You have to snap out of this dream. For all you know, you're still lying in the forest, vulnerable to anything that may wish harm on you. You have to wake up. <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> [[Wake up|Reva wake]] <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>>

You can't imagine yourself in a scenario like this one. You're happy for Pevan, but this is far from your fantasy. You're aware of yourself now, unable to sink back into the dream. You don't find any comfort in it when you know there's something wrong. It's nagging at the back of your mind, something you're forgetting. The Path. The spores. It all comes rushing back to you. You remember. You have to snap Pevan out of this dream before something happens to them. For all you know, you're still lying in the forest, vulnerable to anything that may wish harm on you. You have to wake up. <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> [[Wake up|pev wake]] <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>>

You've always wanted a family, a child of your own. The dream fills you with melancholy, you're almost jealous of Pevan. But there's something odd about your situation. It's nagging at the back of your mind, there's something you're forgetting. [[Remember|remember pev]] [[Stay here.|Stay here with her.]]

The Path. The spores. It all comes rushing back to you. You remember. You have to snap Pevan out of this dream before something happens to them. For all you know, you're still lying in the forest, vulnerable to anything that may wish harm on you. You have to wake up. <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> [[Wake up|pev wake]] <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>>

You wake with a start, looking at your surroundings. You're on the ground, the thick vines from the iridescent plant have extended, crawling up your leg. Sheer instinct has you pulling out your $weapon , cutting through the vines in desperation. Your movements are clumsy and erratic. You slice into your leg at one point, coating your weapon with your own blood. The vines sizzle as your weapon comes in contact with them, retreating back towards the tree. Once you're free, you look at your companions. Reva is the only one awake, already stabbing at the vines with a pair of long daggers. You wonder why in the world a postulant would own those. She makes eye contact with you, the crazed look in her eye subsiding. "You did it." She says, somewhat amazed. It didn't seem like she'd trusted you to break the dream, at least not fully. "I promised." You tell her with a smile. <<if $revakiss eq "yes">>Neither of you make any mention of the kiss you shared. <</if>> Reva breaks eye contact first, turning towards the iridescent bulb. "We need to kill this thing." She says, eyes full of hate. "Do you think it'll wake them?" You ask her as you rise from your spot and walk towards the bulb. "We can only hope." She says, joining you. Your knuckles grow white as you tighten the hold on your bloody $weapon, bringing it down on its centre. There's a loud sound, a screeching coming from your head. //Incompatible// you think, wondering if the thought is even yours. You're plunged back into darkness. <<if $ra gt 0>>The last thing you feel is Reva screaming your name, laying your head gently on the ground. <</if>> [[Round two.]]

You wake with a start, looking at your surroundings. You're on the ground, the thick vines from the iridescent plant have extended, crawling up your leg. Sheer instinct has you pulling out your $weapon , cutting through the vines in desperation. Your movements are clumsy and erratic. You slice into your leg at one point, coating your weapon with your own blood. The vines sizzle as your weapon comes in contact with them, retreating back towards the tree. Once you're free, you look over at your companions. Ajuna is the only one awake, looking down at the vines crawling up her leg distatefully. She unsheaths a long curved weapon, hacking at them while she curses under her breath. You catch her eye and she looks at you with relief. "You did it $name . You woke us." She looks proud, and the sentiment brings a smile to your face. "There's no time to dwaddle, we need to kill this shit-stain." She says, raising unsteadily to her feet, using her weapon as a cane. "Do you think it'll wake them?" You ask her as you rise from your spot and walk towards the bulb, stepping over your sleeping companions. "Only one way to find out." She says, signaling for you to take it out. Your knuckles grow white as you tighten the hold on your bloody $weapon, bringing it down on its centre. There's a loud sound, a screeching coming from your head. //Incompatible// you think, wondering if the thought is even yours. You're plunged back into darkness. [[Round two.]]

You wake with a start, looking at your surroundings. You're on the ground, the thick vines from the iridescent plant have extended, crawling up your leg. Sheer instinct has you pulling out your $weapon , cutting through the vines in desperation. Your movements are clumsy and erratic. You slice into your leg at one point, coating your weapon with your own blood. The vines sizzle as your weapon comes in contact with them, retreating back towards the tree. Once you're free, you look over at your companions. Kal is the only one awake, already on their feet as the vines slowly retreat from their body. They go over to where you're sitting to help you up, their strong hands lifting you. "You woke us." They say, staring at you through their mask. "I didn't think..." They stop themselves, looking towards the iridescent bulb on the tree, their attention diverted. "We need to kill it." They tell you, shaking themselves off. "Do you think that'll wake the rest of them?" You ask them, voice laced with worry as you look at your companions. Kal studies you intently before nodding in ascent. You walk towards the bulb, Kal close on your heels. Your knuckles grow white as you tighten the hold on your bloody $weapon, bringing it down on its centre. There's a loud sound, a screeching coming from your head. //Incompatible// you think, wondering if the thought is even yours. You're plunged back into darkness. You feel Kal's arms come up behind you, resting you gently on the ground. [[Round two.]]

You wake with a start, looking at your surroundings. You're on the ground, the thick vines from the iridescent plant have extended, crawling up your leg. Sheer instinct has you pulling out your $weapon , cutting through the vines in desperation. Your movements are clumsy and erratic. You slice into your leg at one point, coating your weapon with your own blood. The vines sizzle as your weapon comes in contact with them, retreating back towards the tree. Once you're free, you look over at your companions. Krev is the only one awake, fear and anger mingling in his face as he hacks at the vines with his long-sword. You forget how intimidating the man can be when he desires it. He catches your eye as he splits the last vine open, rising to his feet. "How did you do it?" He asks, a wild look on his face. "How did you break us out?" "I don't..." You begin, but Krev's attention is already diverted towards the iridescent bulb, turning away from you. "We have to kill it." He says, helping you to your feet. "If you want to see your friends again, we have to kill it!" You nod quickly, walking towards the bulb with Krev on your heels. Your knuckles grow white as you tighten the hold on your bloody $weapon, bringing it down on its centre. There's a loud sound, a screeching coming from your head. //Incompatible// you think, wondering if the thought is even yours. You're plunged back into darkness. The last thing you hear is Krev calling your name, panic in his deep voice. [[Round two.]]

You wake with a start, looking at your surroundings. You're on the ground, the thick vines from the iridescent plant have extended, crawling up your leg. Sheer instinct has you pulling out your $weapon , cutting through the vines in desperation. Your movements are clumsy and erratic. You slice into your leg at one point, coating your weapon with your own blood. The vines sizzle as your weapon comes in contact with them, retreating back towards the tree. Once you're free, you look over at your companions. Pevan is the only one awake, hacking at the vines with their copper coated spear. You can't see their face under their mask, but you can tell from the way they're shaking that they're deeply unsettled. They look over at you when they're done, shoulders slumping slightly in relief as they see you're awake. "What was that?" They ask, their voice shaky. "It was in my head, you were in my head..." "I don't know." You tell them earnestly, rising to your feet. "But we have to kill it, whatever it is, it means us harm." "Do you think that will wake the others?" They ask you, following you as you walk towards the iridescent bulb. "There's only one way to find out." You say, bringing your $weapon up. Your knuckles grow white as you tighten the hold on your bloody weapon, plunging it in the centre of the bulb. There's a loud sound, a screeching coming from your head. //Incompatible// you think, wondering if the thought is even yours. You're plunged back into darkness. You hear Pevan calling your name in a panic as you fall, their gentle hands cushioning your head. [[Round two.]]

"What was that?" You ask, and your mother chuckles softly at you. "He was asking about your studies." She says, raising an eyebrow. "You need to be a good student if you're going to be Duke someday." Duke? Faren? As far as you know, he was never in line for the Duchy in Taris. He definitely doesn't live in the tree's estate. You must've been wrong before, this isn't a memory. It's a dream of sorts. "My studies are going well." You answer, smiling as they look at you proudly. "I'm going to be one of the best Arborists in the Thicket." "You'll get to see it. I'll make sure of it." You tell them after a beat, that familiar anxiety creeping in. "Of course we will!" Says Lynhe, beaming at you. "You won't let anything bad happen to us when you're the Duke. You'll keep Taris safe." You nod eagerly at them. You're desperately clutching at the comfort of their words, as unnatural as they sound. // You are in control. You can keep them safe.// "I've heard great praise from your teachers." Continues your father, stuffing some porridge into his mouth. "Ajuna and Ilimani say you've got great potential." <<if $faren gte 0>> "I've heard you've been making friends at school too!" Says your mother. "Elen and $name ? I would love to meet them someday." "I would like you to meet them too." You respond. You like the thought of $name meeting your family. You think they'd get along. <</if>> His two worlds are melding, Taris and Ledici in the same timeline. Why are you seeing this? Why are you in Faren's dreams? There's something that worries you about it, but you can't figure out what it is. It's nagging in the back of your mind. [[Remember.|remember faren]] [[Stay here with him.|Stay here with her.]]

The Path. The spores. It all comes rushing back to you. You remember. You have to snap Faren out of this dream before something happens to him. For all you know, you're still lying in the forest, vulnerable to anything that may wish harm on you. You have to wake up. <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>> [[Wake up|faren wake]] <<cycle "$wake4" autoselect>><<option "Wake up">><<option "You can't">><</cycle>>

You wake with a start, looking at your surroundings. You're on the ground, the thick vines from the iridescent plant have extended, crawling up your leg. Sheer instinct has you pulling out your $weapon , cutting through the vines in desperation. Your movements are clumsy and erratic. You slice into your leg at one point, coating your weapon with your own blood. The vines sizzle as your weapon comes in contact with them, retreating back towards the tree. Once you're free you turn to your companions. Faren is the only one awake, sitting up numbly as the vines continue their way up his body. He's not fighting them, he just sits there, looking forwards. There are tears streaming down his face, pooling at the notch between his collarbones. You raise yourself up, crawling towards him, and stab the offending vines. Faren's still not looking at you, his eyes lost somewhere else. //He just watched them die again. // You think, as you approach him. [[You slap him out of his reverie. We need to deal with this thing.]] [[You shake his shoulder gently, trying to rouse him.]] [[Your hand shakes as you bring it to his cheek, wiping away the tears.]]

You slap him quickly across the face, your hand leaving a red streak on his cheek. He snaps out of it almost immediately, looking at you with rage in his eyes. "We have to deal with this thing, Faren." You tell him in response, raising your hands defensively. "I need you alert." His face turns stony, composed. The only evidence of his vulnerability is the wetness on his long eyelashes. "Let's kill it." He croaks out, unsheathing a small dagger as he begins walking towards your companions. He hacks at the vines, but your companions remain asleep, lost in their fantasies. "I think it's the bulb that's causing the dreams." You tell him, looking at the pretty colours reflected on its surface. "If we kill it, it should wake them." Faren stops what he's doing and nods towards you, signaling for you to attack the bulb. Your knuckles grow white as you tighten the hold on your bloody $weapon, bringing it down on the centre of the bulb. There's a loud sound, a screeching coming from your head. //Incompatible// you think, wondering if the thought is even yours. You're plunged back into darkness. [[Round two.]] <<set $faren -= 5>>

"Faren..." You say, as you shake his shoulder gently. His eyes shift to yours, some of the color returning to his pale face. "Are you okay?" You ask, the words seeming insufficient for the situation. His face turns stony, composed. The only evidence of his vulnerability is the wetness on his long eyelashes. "Let's kill it." He croaks out, unsheathing a small dagger as he begins walking towards your companions. He hacks at the vines, but your companions remain asleep, lost in their fantasies. "I think it's the bulb that's causing the dreams." You tell him, looking at the pretty colours reflected on its surface. "If we kill it, it should wake them." Faren stops what he's doing and nods towards you, signaling for you to attack the bulb. Your knuckles grow white as you tighten the hold on your $weapon, bringing it down on the centre of the bulb. There's a loud sound, a screeching coming from your head. //Incompatible// you think, wondering if the thought is even yours. You're plunged back into darkness. <<if $faren gte 0>> The last thing you feel are Faren's arms coming up to grab you, catching you swiftly before you fall. <</if>> [[Round two.]]

"You're back?" Says the beautiful voice, a curious pinch in their voice. "You don't need them $name . You only need me." "Why won't you leave them behind?" They say, the edges of their voice hardening. [[Maybe they're right.]] [[You don't trust this voice.]] <<set $rev to 0>>

<<if $krevrev eq 0>> [[You're back in the estate.|krevrev]] <</if>> <<if $ajunarev eq 0>> [[You're surrounded by books.|ajunarev]] <</if>> <<if $revarev eq 0>> [[An intense blue stretches as far as you eye can see.|revarev]]<</if>> <<if $farenrev eq 0>> [[You're home.|farenrev]] <</if>> <<if $pevanrev eq 0>> [[You're surrounded by familiar faces.|pevanrev]] <</if>> <<if $kalrev eq 0>> [[You're falling.|kalrev]] <</if>> <<if $dasiusrev eq 0>> [[You're everything.]] <</if>> <<if $rev eq 6>> "You've done it, sweet one. You saved them today." Says the voice sadly. "I won't make it so easy for you next time." [[Kill it.]] <</if>>

You sit on a plush chair inside the biggest library you have ever seen. The bookshelves stretch above you towards the high ceiling, wooden ladders leaning against them to reach the tallest books. You know this is unlike any place you have ever seen because the walls of the library are made of stone instead of wood. There are holes in the overlayed bricks to make space for large windows, their glass surface tinted in colorful mosaics. Your hands reach for a thick book on the table, when you realize that they're not your own. Their umber skin is riddled with wrinkles, large rings on each finger. You know these hands, they practically raised you. These are Ajuna's hands. You must be in Ajuna's head, watching the world from her eyes. But where are you? This can't be one of her memories, is it a figment of her imagination? A dream? She definitely seems at ease in the old world room. You see her hands come up to adjust her reading glasses. They're framed in copper, the clear glass a lot easier to read through than the sap glass ones she usually wears. A man walks into the room to greet Ajuna, carrying a missive with him. "Maester Ajuna, there are news from the trees." Says Reverend Dasius, waiting for her command. He's out of his usual robes, wearing the plain red garbs of a servant. "Let me see what they say." She responds, taking the paper from him. "You are dismissed, Dasius." He leaves her to her solitude as she unrolls the thin parchment, examining its contents. [[Read the missive.|ajunarev2]] <<set $ajunarev to 1>> <<set $rev += 1>>

An intense blue stretches across the horizon, as far as your eye can see. You're standing on a wooden boat, in the middle of an infinite expanse of water. Reva stands on the ship with you, her hands leaning against the railing. She stares out into the water, a certain melancholy in her expression, as the strong salty winds ruffle her hair and clothing. "It's beautiful." She says, not bothering to look at you. "It's too bad it's a lie." "I know. I'm sorry." You tell her, going to stand beside her. She looks at you then, her eyes resigned. "Do you know what this place is?" She asks you, her hand signaling your surroundings. You think you know. You've never seen it in person, but Ajuna had described something like this once. The people of the old world had travelled in vessels across large bodies of water. They had no limits on their maps, the freedom to go anywhere. "Are we... Is this the ocean?" You ask her and she nods. "I used to dream of having a ship to travel the ocean through." She tells you, looking down at her hands. She pronounces the word slowly, tasting it for the first time. "I remember seeing a drawing of it in a book once. I was enamoured." "When things got bad... Whenever I felt like I couldn't face reality anymore, I would escape here. I would imagine that I was far away from the world, alone on my own ship, with the freedom to do as I pleased." [["I have to wake you up." You tell her regretfully.]] <<set $revarev to 1>> <<set $rev += 1>>

You're home, you're actually home. You tell yourself it was all a bad dream. It's surprisingly easy to convince yourself //it// didn't happen. You push the heavy green quilt away from you as you're woken by your sibling. "Come on." They say, taking your hand in their small ones. "We're all waiting for you." "Okay, okay. I'm coming, Lynhe." You say with a soft chuckle. You let your sibling drag you out of bed and through a door that leads to the kitchen. You see your parents there with your little sister. They're waiting for you, warm bowls steaming, filling the air with a sweet smell. Your sister giggles as your mom flies a wooden spoon into her mouth, making funny faces at her. "Faren, you're awake!" Exclaims your father with a smile. He pulls out a seat for you to sit on, patting it with his large hands. "There's some porridge on the stove for you. I saved up for some oak syrup, I know how much you like it." So you're in Faren's body. That makes sense, this must be a memory before Taris burnt down. Before he lost them... You grab some food as you sit down by the large hardwood table, sharing a moment with those you love most. Your dwellings are modest, the furniture aged and faded, the paint peeling in some places, but you have never loved a place more than these four walls. You eat slowly, treasuring the little sounds, Lynhe's breathy laugh, the melodic lilt in your mother's voice. There's some porridge on your father's beard, and she wipes it off with a smile as he looks sheepishly back at her. You're filled with joy at the familiarity of it, but there's something nagging at you, anxiety creeping in. It feels like it could be over any second, like it could all be taken away from you again. [[Your Father stares at you expectanctly, he just asked you a question.|farenrev2]] <<set $farenrev to 1>> <<set $rev += 1>>

You're surrounded by familiar figures, their faces fill you with joy. You sit by a large hearth in an Upper Canopy dwelling, your daughter and partner by your side. You revel in the warm glow, in the softness of the rug lain across the floor. Your daughter has her small hand wrapped around your thumb, her skin supple on the rough, scarred surface of your own. "I'm proud of you, Pev." Says your partner, brushing the hair out of your eyes. She looks adoringly at you and her daughter, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. "I did it for us." You respond, your voice suprisingly clear in the absence of the mask. "All I've ever done was for us." You're intruding now, you should wake them up. [[Wake Pevan up.|3c3]] <<set $pevanrev to 1>> <<set $rev += 1>>

You walk down the hall of your estate, the pale morning light streaming in through the sap glass windows. There are no servants on the halls yet, it's still a couple hours before they have to start preparing for the day. You turn a corner quickly, your steps long and determined. You're in front of your father's room, but there are no guards standing by the doors. That's odd. It's only when you bring up a hand to turn the door handle that you realize you're not in your own body. There's a layer of thin red hair dusting your big calloused hands as they push the door open. Are these Krev's hands? Your father is standing facing the window, his back to you, to Krev. He turns slowly as you step in to the bedroom, closing the door behind you. You unsheath your sword from its scabbard, plunging it into his torso in the same smooth movement. Your hands are steady as the hilt meets his skin, the Duke's dark blood seeping through your fingers. [[Make it stop. I don't want to see this.|krevrev 2]] [[You feel a small sense of satisfaction at your father's pained face.|krevrev 2.1]] <<set $krevrev to 1>> <<set $rev += 1>>

You should feel revulsion, grief, but you can't help the sliver of satisfaction that comes as you watch your father die. A part of you feels like he deserves it. "You betrayed me." Says the Duke, a thin line of blood falling down the corner of his mouth. His eyes are filled with sorrow, an emotion you don't think you've ever witnessed on his face. "You brought this on yourself." You answer, Krev's baritone serious. "You betrayed all of us." Krev twists the blade further, watching your father's eyes glaze over. His body falls to the ground, sliding easily from the sharp blade. Krev falls to his knees as well, staring dumbly at his red hands. [[Wake Krev up.|3c3]]

"I have to wake you up." You tell her regretfully. "I know." She says simply, closing her eyes as she treasures the wind on her face. "It was fun while it lasted." [[Wake Reva up. |3c3]]

<<nobr>><style> .passage {transition:10s;} </style><</nobr>> You open your eyes to see the bulb desintegrating, your bloody $weapon still embeded in it. Your companions are rising from their reveries, pushing the now limp vines off their bodies. Dasius is the closest to the bulb, staring dazed at the place where it used to be. It's just like the flower on the stone. You killed it. <<nobr>><<if $reverie eq "Faren">><<if $fa gt 0>> You realize with a start that you're in Farens arms. His hands are clutching tightly at your clothing as he stares at you, his eyes filled with concern. You seem to come to your senses at the same time, his grip loosening as you both step away from each other. <</if>> <<elseif $reverie eq "Reva">> Reva sits beside you, her hand under your neck as she helps you rise. There is worry in her eyes, but she brushes it away with a smile. You think it's for your benefit. Her hand lingers for a second before going back to her side. <</if>><</nobr>> You rise to your feet, unsteadily, looking back at your companions. You were in their dreams, and they know it. You saved them, but you can't help but feel a bit guilty about the intrusion. "We should all be dead." Says Krev, looking at you reverently. "You shouldn't have been able to wake up." "You've fought one of these before?" Asks Reva, kicking one of the limp vines. Krev doesn't answer, but the look in his eyes tells you all you need to know. "It traps you by showing you what you most desire." He says, looking away from you guiltily. He desired your father's death. Krev's is not the only dream that concerns you, however. You turn to look at Kal, who is standing away from your group. They raise their head at you, their expression undecipherable. What they desired... You're distracted by a sound coming from Faren's direction. The vines on his arm are going haywire, and he curses under his breath as he tries to keep them under control. He must be livid. "Let's keep moving." He says tersely, stepping back onto the yellowed path. "We need to properly rest, and I'm not planning on doing it close to this thing." You all follow after him, eager to leave this place behind. [[In camp.]]

You're the ground in the earth, the trees that rise above it, the clouds in the sky. You feel it all and you wonder if this is what it's like to be a god. You are truly holy now. You look at the humans on the trees, their lives insignificant compared to your own. You want to laugh at them. They're so small, and you are so big. Bigger than their minds can fathom. You are everything, you are the Mycelian. You know who's mind you're in almost immediately. Only Dasius would find himself in such a grandiose fantasy. [[Wake Dasius up. |3c3]] <<set $dasiusrev += 1>> <<set $rev += 1>>

"Faren..." You say softly, bringing your shaking hand to his damp face. You brush your thumb across his cheekbone, wiping away some of the tears. His eyes flutter closed for a second, leaning into the touch, before he's scrambling away. He stands swiftly with his back to you, taking a couple seconds before turning to face you again. His face is stony, composed. The only evidence of his vulnerability is the wetness on his long eyelashes. "We need to kill this thing." He croaks out, unsheathing a small dagger as he begins walking towards your companions. He hacks at the vines, but your companions remain asleep, lost in their fantasies. "I think it's the bulb that's causing the dreams." You tell him, looking towards the pretty colours reflected on its surface. "If we kill it, it should wake them." Faren stops what he's doing and nods towards you, signaling for you to attack the bulb. Your knuckles grow white as you tighten the hold on your $weapon, bringing it down on its centre. There's a loud sound, a screeching coming from your head. //Incompatible// you think, wondering if the thought is even yours. You're plunged back into darkness, the last thing you feel are Faren's arms coming up to grab you, catching you swiftly before you fall. [[Round two.]] <<set $fa += 1>>

<<set $vein +=1>> You let their voice soothe you as you're carried down the stream of dreams, your body relaxing against their presence. You're safe with them. [[Dreams|3c3]]

<<set $vein -=1>> You don't trust this voice. You fight against the calm as you're carried down the stream of dreams, every bone in your body screaming that you are not safe. You can't trust them. [[Nigthmares|3c3]]

Content Warnings: mention of suicide, blood and violence [[On the branches of Tree Ledici.|p2]]

A couple hours later you've settled down, a fire burning inside a circle of eight small tents. You are all exhausted, sitting in silence as the flames rage. There's a dazed look in the eyes of your companions. You're tired as it is, and you didn't have to live through your greatest desires only to have them taken away. There's a couple people you would like to speak to privately about what you saw. You can't just pretend you didn't breach the privacy of their minds. As your party starts retreating into their tents, you think of what you should say. You should talk to $reverie first, considering you've been spending the most time with them. You probably have enough time to talk to two more people before it gets too late as well. You make your way to $reverie 's tent, rustling the flap in way of knocking. <<nobr>><<if $reverie eq "Krev">> [[He signals for you to come in.|krevtent]] <<elseif $reverie eq "Ajuna">>[[She signals for you to come in.|ajunatent]] <<elseif $reverie eq "Kal">>[[They signal for you to come in.|kaltent]] <<elseif $reverie eq "Pevan">>[[They signal for you to come in.|pevantent]] <<elseif $reverie eq "Reva">>[[She signals for you to come in.|revatent]] <<elseif $reverie eq "Faren">>[[There's no answer.|farentent]] <</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<set $revconvo to 0>> <<set $krevtent to 0>> <<set $kaltent to 0>> <<set $ajunatent to 0>> <<set $revatent to 0>> <<set $farentent to 0>> <<set $pevantent to 0>> <</nobr>>

Ajuna beckons you in hurriedly into her tent. "Quickly, quickly." She says, closing the flap behind you. "I don't want a draft getting in." You settle down besides her, atop a pile of blankets. No wonder Ajuna's knees have been hurting, how much weight is she carrying in that pack? She covers you casually with one of them, making sure you're not cold. "You want to talk about what we saw?" She tells you, a glimmer in her eye. "I have some great theories." "I wanted to talk about your dream specifically, Ajuna." You tell her, trying to breach the personal subject. "I don't think there's much to it." She says with a quick shrug. "I dreamt a beautiful library, Dasius as my errand boy and you were ruling $Duchy . What exactly would you like to discuss?" You breathe an irritated sigh as she avoids the subject completely. "Your biggest desire was to be living on the ground." You say, eyes narrowed. She frowns at your words, her eyes darkening. "My biggest desire was to restore the old world." She tells you. "There's an important distinction." [["Why do you care so much about the old world?" You ask her.]] [["What if there's nothing to restore?" You ask her.]] [["The old world is gone. There is only the Mycelian now." You tell her.]] <<set $revconvo +=1>><<set $ajunatent +=1>>

Krev opens the flap of the tent as he beckons you in. You can smell the sweet fermented stench of alcohol and you wonder if he'd been drinking before you arrived. He can hardly look at you, his gaze steady on his hands as you sit in front of him. There's the shadow of a scowl hidden under his thick beard. "I'm guessing you want to talk about what you saw." He begins, still avoiding your gaze. "I never wanted you to experience that." "You said the creature shows us our greatest desires." You start, thinking back to Krev's dream. How he plunged his sword into your father's stomach. "I didn't realize..." "It's complicated." Says Krev cutting you off abruptly. "I would never go through with it. You have to understand." He's looking at you with wide eyes, his expression pleading. [["I understand, Krev. You don't need to explain yourself." You tell him.]] [["Krev... How can I trust you after this?" You ask him.]] [["What you dreamt... This is treason Krev." You tell him icily.]] <<set $revconvo +=1>><<set $krevtent +=1>>

Reva opens the flap to her tent, her eyes lighting up when she sees you. She beckons you in, pushing some of her stuff aside to make space for you. Her tent is a mess, her belongings spilled out on the ground. She moves some clothes out of the way wrinkling her nose as she smells them. "Welcome to my humble abode, Dukeling. The bedroom is over there, over here's the sitting room, that's my office..." She says, pointing at different corners in the tent. "And the washroom's outside. I found a perfect log to squat over." She finishes with a grin. "I'll keep that in mind." You answer, an eyebrow raised in amusement. Reva has a smile on her face, but her eyes are serious. She must sense that you're not just here to pass the time. "What brings you here at this hour?" She asks, somewhat hesitantly. You settle down on the floor of her tent, crossing your legs under you. "I was hoping to discuss your dream." You say, thinking back to the wide expanse of the ocean. You can still smell the saltwater. She grimaces a little at that, shifting in her spot. "Ahhh... the dream." She says, looking away from you. "You want to talk about how you were in my head."<<if $revakiss eq "yes">> You wonder if she's thought about the kiss you shared. If she even remembers. It happened so fast, even your memory of it is foggy now. What if she regrets it? Maybe it's better if you avoid the subject for now. <</if>> "I was. I didn't mean to, but I was." You tell her, mildy apologetically. "I wanted to clear the air. I thought it would be better if we talked about it." Reva laughs at that, shaking her head. "The air is always clear around me, you know that." You can't help but notice that there's still some tension in her frame. Her eyes shift quickly between her hands and the pile of clothes on the ground. She's avoiding catching your eyes. You wait for her to continue, sensing she still has something to say. "I just... I don't like people rummaging around in my head." She says, looking you in the eye. "I should be thankful, I know. You saved us. But I can't help but feel a bit... violated." [["What didn't you want me to see?" You ask, with a pinch of suspicion.]] [["I wish I could've done it differently. I didn't mean to intrude." You tell her earnestly.]] [["I promise to stay out of your mind next time I save you from any flesh eating plants." You tell her, your tone playful.]] <<set $revconvo +=1>><<set $revatent +=1>><<set $reva += 5>>

You're still ruffling at Faren's tent when you hear a noise behind you. "What are you doing, fool?" Says Faren, standing behind you. "Are you looking through my things?" "No!" You say wheeling around. "I wanted to talk to you. I thought you'd be in there." He walks away from you, sitting by a rock a healthy distance from the fire. He sits with his long legs stretched out in front of him, his back leaning against the large stone. "I'm taking first watch." He tells you curtly, crossing their arms. "I thought you said you wanted to rest." You answer, remembering his earlier words. "Rest, yes. Sleep, no." He says looking away from you. "I've had enough dreams for one day." You go sit next to him on the ground, leaning your back against the stone. It's a good vantage point, you think. You can see the rest of the tents while also having a solid surface behind you. "About that..." You begin, feeling Faren's shirt move as he tenses beside you. "We should talk about what I saw." Faren stays silent for a while, looking up towards the sky. You feel bad making him relive these memories twice in one day, but you have to talk about what happened. You weren't supposed to see inside his mind. [["It was a beautiful memory." You tell him, hoping to prompt him.]] [["I didn't know you had siblings." You tell him, remembering Lynhe.]] [["I'm almost envious of your family." You say, even though it's risky.]] <<set $revconvo +=1>><<set $farentent +=1>><<set $faren += 5>>

Kal beckons you into their tent, and you enter it slowly as not to startle them. It's the cleanest, most orderly tent you've seen. They have their closed pack sitting on one side of the tent, their weapon next to it, while the other side sports an impeccable, almost unused, bedroll. You settle down in front of them trying not to unsettle their space. To your surprise, they begin the conversation. "What did you see while you were in my head?" They ask, their voice tense. You hesitate, almost not wanting to say it out loud. You saw them die. By their own hand. "You were falling. We were falling and then..." You swallow hard as they stare at you expectanctly. "There was a figure." "What did it look like?" They cut you off, leaning forwards. "I don't know, it wasn't clear." You tell them, closing your eyes to try to get a better picture. "It was..." "Beautiful." They mutter under their breath. You open your eyes to look at them but their mask is as inscrutable as always. "Yes." You stay silent for a beat. You know what you need to ask, but you don't know how. "Kal, we saw the things we most desire." You start. They look away from you, hiding their eyes in the darkness of their mask. "You put a blade to your throat." Your gaze travels to their neck as you speak. You see their throat working, choking on their response. "You need to forget what you saw, $name ." They tell you, voice barely more than a whisper. [["I can't. I'm worried about you." You tell them.]] [["Okay... just promise me you'll tell someone if it gets worse." You tell them.]] [["You may be a liability to our party. I can't ignore this." You tell them.]] <<set $revconvo +=1>><<set $kaltent +=1>>

Pevan holds open the flap for you as you walk into their small tent. It's a simple layout, much like your own. Their belongings are neatly tucked into one end of the tent, their sleeping roll bunched up on the other. You're surprised to see that they're not wearing their mask, letting their soft features show. Pevan has a round face with tawny skin, their nose slightly tilted downwards. Their hair is dark and closely cropped to their head, probably for practicality. "I hope you don't mind." They say, signaling to their mask left discarded on the floor of the tent. "I guessed since you'd already been inside my head there was little point in hiding. At least while we're in private." "I don't..." You say, relieved that you can finally read their features. "I was just surprised." Pevan signals you to sit in front of them, their feet tucked under their legs. "I actually wanted to speak to you about that." You tell them, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "About what I saw." Pevan smiles at you gently, and you can't help but think of the gesture as maternal. Maybe it's because you know that they're a parent. "Although I usually preffer to keep my professional and personal lives apart, I am thankful for what you did. We are alive thanks to you." [["I only did what I could." You say humbly, somewhat uncomfortable by the praise.]] [["You're welcome." You tell them smiling. You're glad you were able to help.]] <<set $revconvo +=1>><<set $pevantent +=1>>

"I understand, Krev. You don't need to explain yourself." You tell him. Krev seems surprised, almost perturbed by your words, so you explain. "I know my father is not a good man." You say steadily, but you can't help the grimace thwarting your features. You know damn well he isn't. "I can't blame other people for seeing it as well." Krev nods slowly, taking a breath of relief. "He wasn't always like this, you know." He says, his gaze elsewhere. "There was a time when he was kind, brave." He takes a beat, drinking from a flask that was concealed behind his back. "I loved him. Truly." His eyes glisten with the memories of someone long gone. You stare at Krev as he makes his admission. It pains you to see him like this, it pains you that you never got to meet the Duke that he loved. You only ever met your father. <<if $krev gte 10>>"The man he was..." His voice breaks, but he's smiling softly at you. "You remind me of him in some ways." You smile back at him, the feeling bittersweet. You're about to thank him when he cuts you off. <<else>>"The man he was..." His voice breaks and he stops himself. "I can only hope you become like him. Not what he is now." You stare at him, unsettled by his words.<</if>> "I should go to sleep, $title Ledici." He says, his hand rubbing his temple. This conversation seems to have taken a lot out of him emotionally. "If you'll forgive me." //If you'll forgive me.// You wonder if he intended the double meaning. [["Of course, Krev." You tell him softly. "Sleep well."]] [[You exit the tent without preambles. You may understand but you're not quite ready to forgive.]]

"Krev... How can I trust you after this?" You ask him, the bitterness apparent in your tone. "You want to kill my father." "It's not... You don't understand what he's done, $name ." He says, sounding desperate. "There are things you have been shielded from, things that would make you hate him." "Do you hate him?" You ask him, thinking back to every interaction you've seen between them. You always thought Krev was somewhat afraid of your father, but you never imagined this. "I don't know." He clenches his hands a couple times, trying to release the tension building there. "He wasn't always like this. There was a time when he was kind, brave." He takes a beat, drinking from a flask that was concealed behind his back. "I loved him. Truly." His eyes glisten with the memories of someone long gone. You stare at Krev as he makes his admission. It pains you to see him like this, it pains you that you never got to meet the Duke that he loved. You only ever met your father. <<if $krev gte 5>>"The man he was..." His voice breaks, but he's smiling softly at you. "You remind me of him in some ways." You smile back at him, the feeling bittersweet. You're about to thank him when he cuts you off. <<else>>"The man he was..." His voice breaks and he stops himself. "I hope you become like him. Not like what he is now." You stare at him, feeling unsettled by his words.<</if>> "I should go to sleep, $title Ledici." He says, his hand rubbing his temple. This conversation seems to have taken a lot out of him emotionally. "If you'll forgive me." //If you'll forgive me.// You wonder if he intended the double meaning. [["Of course, Krev." You tell him softly. "Sleep well."]] [[You exit the tent without preambles. You're not quite ready to forgive.|You exit the tent without preambles. You may understand but you're not quite ready to forgive.]]

"What you dreamt... This is treason Krev." You tell him icily. Even if it wasn't real, he wants to kill your father. He wants the Duke dead. "Like I said before, I would never do it!" He defends himself, curling his hands on his lap. "I couldn't even if I wanted to." "Because of the Path? Because of the same thing that binds you silent?" You ask, his wording peaking your interest. "Maybe..." He says with a dry chuckle. "Maybe I'm too much of a coward." "Why has he kept you around this whole time?" You ask him, even if it's cruel. "Can he not tell how much you hate him?" "I don't hate him." He says, cutting you off with fire in his eyes. "I hate what he's become. He wasn't always like this. There was a time when he was kind, brave." He takes a beat, drinking from a flask that was concealed behind his back. "I loved him. Truly." His eyes glisten with the memories of someone long gone. You stare at Krev as he makes his admission. It almost pains you to see him like this, it pains you that you never got to meet the Duke that he loved. You only ever met your father. "The man he was..." His voice breaks and he stops himself. "I hope you become like him. Not like what he is now." You stare at him, feeling unsettled by his words. "I should go to sleep, $title Ledici." He says, his hand rubbing his temple. This conversation seems to have taken a lot out of him emotionally. "If you'll forgive me." //If you'll forgive me.// You wonder if he intended the double meaning. [["I forgive you, Krev." You tell him, the fight draining out of you.]] [["I can't." You mutter under your breath as you exit.]]

"Of course, Krev." You tell him softly. "Sleep well." You think you see his shoulders slump with relief as you exit the tent. You breathe in some of the fresh night air, chilly in your new surroundings. [[Return to the fire.]]

You exit the tent without preambles, leaving behind the sad shell of a man. You're not quite ready to forgive yet. You revell in the fresh air outside, glad to be out of those oppressive surroundings. [[Return to the fire.]]

"I forgive you, Krev." You tell him, the fight draining out of you. You think you see his shoulders slump with relief as you exit the tent. You breathe in some of the fresh night air, chilly in your new surroundings. [[Return to the fire.]]

"I can't." You mutter under your breath as you exit his tent, leaving behind the sad shell of a man. You revell in the fresh air outside, glad to be out of those oppressive surroundings. [[Return to the fire.]]

<<if $revconvo eq 1>> You probably have time to speak to two more people before everyone fully retires for the night. <<if $krevtent eq 0>>[[You'd like to discuss some things with Krev.|krevtent]]<</if>> <<if $ajunatent eq 0>>[[You'd like to discuss some things with Ajuna.|ajunatent]]<</if>> <<if $kaltent eq 0>>[[You'd like to discuss some things with Kal.|kaltent]]<</if>> <<if $pevantent eq 0>>[[You'd like to discuss some things with Pevan.|pevantent]]<</if>> <<if $revatent eq 0>>[[You'd like to discuss some things with Reva.|revatent]]<</if>> <<if $farentent eq 0>>[[You'd like to discuss some things with Faren.|farentent]]<</if>> <<elseif $revconvo eq 2>> You think you have time to speak to one more person before they retire for the night. <<if $krevtent eq 0>>[[You'd like to discuss some things with Krev.|krevtent]]<</if>> <<if $ajunatent eq 0>>[[You'd like to discuss some things with Ajuna.|ajunatent]]<</if>> <<if $kaltent eq 0>>[[You'd like to discuss some things with Kal.|kaltent]]<</if>> <<if $pevantent eq 0>>[[You'd like to discuss some things with Pevan.|pevantent]]<</if>> <<if $revatent eq 0>>[[You'd like to discuss some things with Reva.|revatent]]<</if>> <<if $farentent eq 0>>[[You'd like to discuss some things with Faren.|farentent]]<</if>><<else>> You're ready to go to sleep. You walk over to your tent to finally get some rest. The bedroll protects you from the chill of the night, and it doesn't take long for you to fade into the darkness. Hopefully with no dreams this time. [[Sleep.|Chapter Four]] <</if>>

<<nobr>>  <style> #ui-bar {display:none;} #passages {width:100vw;margin:0;background-image:var(--chapter-four);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-size:100%;background-position:center;overflow:hidden;scrollbar-width:none;font-family:var(--header-font);transition:0s;padding:0;} ::-webkit-scrollbar {width:0px;} .passage {text-align:center;transition:10s;} #passages a:before {content: none;} #story {margin-left:0;} h1 {text-align:center;margin-top:5vh;} @media screen and (max-width: 800px) {#story {margin:0;}} </style> <</nobr>><<set $chapter to "Chapter Four">> <h1>Chapter Four [[Familiar]]</h1> "We took a walk to the summit at night, you and I To burn a hole in the old grip of the familiar, you and I And the dark was opening wide, do or die Under a mask of vermillion ruling eyes" -Agnes Obel

"Why do you care so much about the old world?" You ask her. You've always wondered where her obsession comes from, but she's never given you much of a straight answer. "Imagine if we could recover the knowledge that we had back in the ground." She starts, her voice growing passionate. "If we could live down here, with plentiful resources, not having to worry about overpopulation or the worsening conditions of the Seed districts. If we didn't have to cull..." She stops herself there, tearing her gaze away from yours. She seems distraught, so you give her a moment to compose herself. Eventually she brings her eyes up from her wrinkled hands, looking at you with something resembling... guilt. "I haven't been completely honest with you, $name ." She says, which doesn't come as much as a suprise to you. She's always been a private person, you're used to her keeping secrets from you. "I have been sending some of my artifacts to Feuon for research." She tells you, wary of your response. "We have been theorizing on a connection between the Mycelian and old world metals." The relations between Feuon and Ledici are rapidly deteriorating, this is not the kind of secret that she can tell anyone. It's especially dangerous to tell you, the Duke's child. [[You're upset. She's been platicating with the enemy, right under your noses.]] [[You understand that the drive for discovery is more important than the petty squabbles of the trees.]]

"What if there's nothing to restore?" You ask her, doubt in your voice. She frowns down at her hands, her eyes shifting from side to side. "There must be something left." She says severely. "We just haven't found it yet." You don't want to break her spirit, so you opt to stay silent, watching as she becomes lost in thought. Eventually she brings her eyes up from her wrinkled hands, looking at you with something resembling... guilt. "I haven't been completely honest with you, $name ." She says, which doesn't come as much as a suprise to you. She's always been a private person, you're used to her keeping secrets from you. "I have been sending some of my artifacts to Feuon for research." She tells you, wary of your response. "We have been theorizing on a connection between the Mycelian and old world metals." The relations between Feuon and Ledici are rapidly deteriorating, this is not the kind of secret that she can tell anyone. It's especially dangerous to tell you, the Duke's child. [[You're upset. She's been platicating with the enemy, right under your noses.]] [[You understand that the drive for discovery is more important than the petty squabbles of the trees.]]

"The old world is gone. There is only the Mycelian now." You tell her bittlerly, your face souring. She frowns angrily at her hands, her eyes shifting from side to side. "You're wrong." She says severely. "We just haven't found it yet." You don't want to break her spirit, so you opt to stay silent, watching as she becomes lost in thought. Eventually she brings her eyes up from her wrinkled hands, looking at you with something resembling... guilt. "I haven't been completely honest with you, $name ." She says, which doesn't come as much as a suprise to you. She's always been a private person, you're used to her keeping secrets from you. "I have been sending some of my artifacts to Feuon for research." She tells you, wary of your response. "We have been theorizing on a connection between the Mycelian and old world metals." The relations between Feuon and Ledici are rapidly deteriorating, this is not the kind of secret that she can tell anyone. It's especially dangerous to tell you, the Duke's child.<<if $ajunasecret eq "yes">> You knew she'd been selling her artifacts, but you never imagined it would be to Feuon.<</if>> [[You're upset. She's been platicating with the enemy, right under your noses.]] [[You understand that the drive for discovery is more important than the petty squabbles of the trees.]]

"How long has this been going on for?" You ask her, your temper flaring. "How long have you been platicating with the enemy?" She scoffs at you, sending you a condescending look. "For a lot longer than they've been our enemy." She says, twining her hands on her lap. "This is a lot bigger than us, bigger than you, $name ." "Then tell me about it!" You exclaim, unable to keep your voice down as she patronizes you. You hate being kept in the dark, you hate being deemed incapable of dealing with the truth. Ajuna brings her hands up defensively, trying to calm you down. You exhale loudly from your nose, waiting for her to reply. "You know Feuon is not the most pious tree." She tells you slowly, gaging your reaction. At your silence she continues. "We believe that the Mycelian are the ones making the ground inhospitable." "But we also think there may be a way for us to control them. These metals may hold the key." She says. There is a sublte look of fear in her eyes as she waits for your response. "You want to control the gods?" You ask her, doubt seeping into your voice. "I want the people in our tree to have better lives." She tells you, growing bold again. "I want their suffering at the hands of others to end." You're going to ask her more when she stops you with a hand. "It's late $name ." She says, and you can't help but notice the bags under her eyes. "We should both get some rest." There's no use arguing with her, so you leave her tent. [[Return to the fire.]]

"I understand, Ajuna." You tell her, your gaze softening. "Scientific advancement is more important to me than the squabbles of the trees." She breathes a sigh of relief at your words, looking at you with a smile. "I knew you would, $name ." She says, but her posture remains closed off, a little tense. "Are you going to tell me what you found out?" You ask her, somewhat wary of her reaction. You don't want to push her too far, but you deserve to know. "Has there been any discoveries?" She stays still for a moment, twining her hands on her lap. She seems to be deliberating on how to tell you. Maybe even what to tell you. "You know Feuon is not the most pious tree." She tells you slowly, gaging your reaction. At your silence she continues. "We believe that the Mycelian are the ones making the ground inhospitable." "But we also think there may be a way for us to control them. These metals may hold the key." She says. There is a sublte look of fear in her eyes as she waits for your response. "You want to control the gods?" You ask her, doubt seeping into your voice. "I want the people in our tree to have better lives." She tells you, growing bold again. "I want their suffering at the hands of others to end." You're going to ask her more when she stops you with a hand. "It's late $name ." She says, and you can't help but notice the bags under her eyes. "We should both get some rest." There's no use arguing with her, so you leave her tent. [[Return to the fire.]]

"I can't. I'm worried about you." You tell them earnestly, wishing you could see into their eyes. They stay silent for a second, tilting their head to look at you quizically. "Why?" They ask simply, the confusion evident in their voice. You don't even know how to answer them. Did they really expect you not to care? "I... I don't want to see you get hurt." You say, trying to form the words. "I don't like to see that you're hurting." "I'm little more than your servant, $title Ledici." They say. "If you're worried about my competence, I can assure you I am capable of protecting you." "I'm not worried about your competence." You cut them off, almost exasperated. "I'm worried that you're holding a lot of pain in and that it's hurting you. I know we only met recently, but I care." They watch you stunned, before dissolving into a fit of laughter. It's a wry, sad laugh, filled with hurt and disbelief. "I say this with the highest compliments, $name ." They start, your name foreign on their lips. "But you are going to be a terrible $Duchy ." [[You laugh too.]] [["What do you mean by that?" You ask them, hurt.]] [["I won't." You tell them steadily, looking down at them.]] <<set $kal += 5>>

"You may be a liability to our party. I can't ignore this." You tell them, voice steely. This isn't something you can sweep under the rug. Kal scoffs at you, shaking their head in disbelief. "My aptitude in being able to protect you is the last thing you should be worried about." They say coldly. "Maybe Ajuna can help with what you have..." You tell them, but you don't press them anymore on the subject. It doesn't look like they're receptive to your advice right now. They ignore you, watching you silently from underneath their mask. The air in the tent is tense. "Why did you say yes to this job?" You ask them, watching their gloved hands. You wonder if they're covered in thin scars, like they were in their dream. "I think you overestimate the control most of us have over our station, $title Ledici." They say your title almost accusatorily. If they were to speak to you like this in the canopy there would probably be dire consequences. "There had to be an alternative to completing the Path." You say, doubting their reasons. Kal seems to be losing their patience now, looking over at the entrance to their tent as if waiting for you to leave. "Frankly, my reasons are my own." They say, with an air of finality. "I can assure you, you have nothing to worry about when it comes to my competence. Outside of that, I don't wish to discuss my personal life with you." Their last words sting, and you think it may be best if you leave soon. "Fine. I won't bother you any longer." You tell them, as you exit the tent swiftly. That could've gone better. [[Return to the fire.]] <<set $kal -= 5>>

"Okay... just promise me you'll tell someone if it gets worse." You plead with them. You know there is little you can do to alleviate their pain, but it doesn't hurt to try to help. They stay still for a moment, deciphering your words. "If you're worried about my competence $title Ledici, I can assure you I am capable of protecting you." They say, an edge to their voice. "I'm not worried about your competence." You cut them off, exasperated. "I can handle myself. I'm worried I won't be able to protect you." "I'm little more than a servant of yours." They tell you dismissively. They're trying to figure out your angle. "Protecting me has never been part of your responsibilities." "I don't give a damn about those, or about your status." You say raising your voice. Maybe they'll get it then. "I don't like seeing the people around me hurt. I don't want to see you hurt." They watch you stunned, before dissolving into a fit of laughter. It's a wry, sad laugh, filled with hurt and disbelief. "I say this with the highest compliments, $name ." They start, your name foreign on their lips. "But you are going to be a terrible $Duchy ." [[You laugh too.]] [["What do you mean by that?" You ask them, hurt.]] [["I won't." You tell them steadily, looking down at them.]] <<set $kal += 5>>

<<set $humor += 1>> Maybe it's the way they say it, maybe it's the fact that even uttering those words in the canopy would end with serious consequences, but you start laughing too. Some of the tension bleeds out of the room as you both sit there chuckling softly. What a ridiculous pair you make. As your laughter fades, Kal rests their head on their hand, sighing loudly. "Tell me you'll ask for help if it gets worse." The words escape your mouth as you look them over with concern. They nod sleepily into their hand, lifting their head to look at you. "Okay." They say simply. <<if $reverie eq "Kal">>You're about to make your way out of the tent, feeling like you've taken up enough of their time, when they stop you with a question. "What would you have seen?" They ask, their voice thin. "If it had worked on you... What would've been your desire?" You think it over quietly, staring at the pale canvas of the tent. [[I would be home with my mother, before she passed.]] [[I would be ruling Ledici, I would be protecting my people.]] [[I would be free of my title. I would be pursuing my own passions.]] <<else>> You nod back at them, deciding to leave them to rest. It's been a long day for both of you. "Goodnight Kal." You say as you exit the tent. [[Return to the fire.]] <</if>>

<<set $meek += 1>> "What do you mean by that?" You ask them, hurt. You've worked so hard to be a good ruler, it stings that they would dismiss you so swiftly. "I think you care too much." They say sadly. "I think they'll take advantage of that." "I'm stronger than I seem, Kal." You tell them, voice steady. "My kindness is not a weakness." They stare at you for a long time, before replying. "I believe you." They say, almost surprised. "Tell me you'll ask for help if it gets worse." The words escape your mouth as you look them over with concern. They nod sleepily at you, leaning back on their hands. <<if $reverie eq "Kal">>You're about to make your way out of the tent, feeling like you've taken up enough of their time, when they stop you with a question. "What would you have seen?" They ask, their voice thin. "If it had worked on you... What would've been your desire?" You think it over quietly, staring at the pale canvas of the tent. [[I would be home with my mother, before she passed.]] [[I would be ruling Ledici, I would be protecting my people.]] [[I would be free of my title. I would be pursuing my own passions.]] <<else>> You take one last look at them, deciding to leave them to rest. It's been a long day for both of you. "Goodnight Kal." You say as you exit the tent. [[Return to the fire.]] <</if>>

"I won't." You tell them steadily, looking down at them. "I hope you stick long around to see that." "I have never seen a Duchy I liked." They tell you, voice somewhat amused. "Maybe you'll prove me wrong." "You can't have seen many Duchies to begin with." You respond. They can't be older than thrity five. "And I'm not my father." Kal just nods at you, their hands folded on their lap. "Maybe you're right." They say softly. "Tell me you'll ask for help if it gets worse." The words escape your mouth as you look them over with concern. They nod sleepily at you, leaning back on their hands. <<if $reverie eq "Kal">>You're about to make your way out of the tent, feeling like you've taken up enough of their time, when they stop you with a question. "What would you have seen?" They ask, their voice thin. "If it had worked on you... What would've been your desire?" You think it over quietly, staring at the pale canvas of the tent. [[I would be home with my mother, before she passed.]] [[I would be ruling Ledici, I would be protecting my people.]] [[I would be free of my title. I would be pursuing my own passions.]] <<else>> You nod back at them, deciding to leave them to rest. It's been a long day for both of you. "Goodnight Kal." You say as you exit the tent. [[Return to the fire.]] <</if>>

"I would have my mother back. Of all the things I could have, I just want to see her face again." You tell them earnestly, looking away as they study you. "Your mother passed." They say. It's not a question but it feels like one. "That's what everyone says..." You tell them, wondering if you should open up about this. "I don't believe she sacrificed herself to the gods. Not really." The admission feels raw, but you continue before Kal can answer. "She may be dead. I don't know." You say your voice wavering. "But I can't help but hope that she's still out there." Kal nods their head softly, their hands touching their core. "It's harder to mourn someone when you never find the body." Your eyes are watering. Why are your eyes watering? You blink quickly looking at the ceiling of the tent. It's been a long day and you decide to leave Kal before you truly lose your composture. You both need rest. "Goodnight Kal." You say, exiting the tent swiftly. [[Return to the fire.]]

"I wouldn't be the heir." You say simply. You almost expect them to laugh at you, tell you how thankful you should be of your position. Of the power that you hold. Instead they ask: "What would you do instead?" You smile softly as you imagine the possibilites. <<if $hobby eq "drawing">> "I would be an artist, I think. A craftman of sorts. I'd like to have my own atelier, maybe I'd work as a carver." You tell them, thinking how nice it would be to escape your responsibilities. "I would record every inch of the canopy in by sketchbooks, I'd draw every person I found interesting." <<elseif $hobby eq "writing">> "I'd like to write. Maybe have my own office, work as a scribe." You tell them, thinking how nice it would be to escape your responsibilities. "In my free time I would write for myself. I'd go beyond my journal, I could write a book." <<elseif $hobby eq "playing cards">> "It sounds silly, but I'd play cards. Probably make a killing at it as well." You tell them, thinking how nice it would be to escape your responsibilities. "I wouldn't mind working in a tavern either, I have quick hands." <<elseif $hobby eq "playing music">> "I would play my harp. Professionaly I mean." You tell them, thinking how nice it would be to escape your responsibilities. "I could play at taverns, maybe even have some noble sponsor me. I would write songs as well, forge my own path."<</if>> "You'd give up your title for that?" They ask you curiously. "Yes." You say without hesitation, looking at the holes in their mask. "My title has brought me a lot of privileges, but it has also condemned me to a life in which I can't choose my own fate. I prefer freedom." They nod slowly. "I understand. Better than you can imagine." You want to ask them why, but it's getting late. You should probably leave them to rest now. "Goodnight Kal." You tell them as you exit the tent. [[Return to the fire.]]

"I would be ruling Ledici and I'd be doing a good job at it." You say, thinking bitterly at how your own court underestimated you. "I would be protecting my people." "Protecting them from what?" They ask, tilting their head slightly at you. "You should know, you're a Red Guard." You answer, confused by their question. "I would protect them from Feuon, from war. I would protect them from any outside threats, from the plague that ravaged Taris." You could go on, but Kal interrupts you with another question. "What if the biggest threat to the people of the trees was themselves?" They ask, their tone angry. You don't often see them lose their composture, it's unnerving. "Then I would do my best to protect them from that too." You tell them. Kal nods absently at you, as if they don't believe you. "It's an honorable dream." They say finally, their mask facing their weapon. You try to stifle a yawn. It's getting late, you should probably leave them to rest now. "Goodnight Kal." You tell them as you exit the tent. [[Return to the fire.]]

"I only did what I could." You say humbly, uncomfortable by their praise. "Still, I feel somewhat guilty for intruding." Pevan shakes their head vehemently. "Don't." They say earnestly. "I am not ashamed of what you saw. Everything I do is for my family. For my daughter." "Is that why you came on the Path?" You ask them, wondering if the reward is even worth it. Their daughter may never see their parent again, it's a big risk to take. "Partly." They say, looking away from you. "When I was selected I was honoured. But I also knew it was not something I could refuse. I could have my rank removed if I did." They're risking their life for you and it wasn't even by choice. The though makes you nauseous, especially having seen how much they love and miss their family. [["I'm sorry, Pevan." You tell them.]] [[Now that you've cleared the air, you're done speaking with them.]]

"You're welcome." You say with a smile. You're glad you were able to help. "Still, I feel somewhat guilty for intruding." Pevan shakes their head vehemently. "Don't." They say earnestly. "I am not ashamed of what you saw. Everything I do is for my family. For my daughter." "Is that why you came on the Path?" You ask them, wondering if the reward is even worth it. Their daughter may never see their parent again, it's a big risk to take. "Partly." They say, looking away from you. "When I was selected I was honoured. But I also knew it was not something I could refuse. I could have my rank removed if I did." They're risking their life for you and it wasn't even by choice. The though makes you nauseous, especially having seen how much they love and miss their family. [["I'm sorry, Pevan." You tell them.]] [[Now that you've cleared the air, you're done speaking with them.]]

"I'm sorry, Pevan." You tell them, looking into your hands. "I wish you'd had a choice." "It's alright, $title Ledici." They say, though you can see their smile fraying at the edges. "I will be rewarded handsomely when I come back. This is an opportunity for me to help my family." You nod at them, though the knot in your stomach persists. "I'll leave you to it." You tell them, knowing that they will appreciate some rest. Pevan sends one last smile your way as you exit their tent. [[Return to the fire.]]

Now that you've cleared the air, you're done speaking with them. You don't want to overstay your welcome and the conversation is making you slightly uncomfortable. "I'll leave you to it Pevan." You tell them, knowing that they'll appreciate some quiet. Pevan sends one last smile your way as you exit their tent. [[Return to the fire.]]

"It was a beautiful memory." You tell him, hoping to prompt him. He shakes his head at you in disbelief, keeping his eyes above. His hands are clenching, and you prepare yourself for what's to come. "Don't give me that sappy shit." He says wryly. "You're trying to get me to open up so you feel less guilty about intruding." "I'm checking to see that you're okay after reliving a traumatic experience." You bite back, somewhat hurt by his statemtent. "I'm not a heartless bastard." Faren sighs, some of the fight draining from his body. He turns to look towars you. "I know." He says simply. "I just forget sometimes. I'm around a lot of heartless bastards." You scoff at that. He's not wrong. You were hoping to clear the air about what you saw. You wanted to let him speak his mind, but now you're starting to doubt if this was such a good idea. You've never had a true heart to heart with Faren. You're not sure you ever will about this topic. It's extremely sensitive. He surprises you by speaking first. "I hate that thing for burrowing into my mind, for sharing my secrets." He says, the venom clear in his voice. "But I can't help but feel a little glad that I got to see them again. Even in a dream." You nod at his words, you know what that's like. What would you give to see your mother one last time? "I understand." You say softly. "How so?" He asks, genuinely curious. "I have dreams about my mother." You can't help the wry laugh that escapes you. "Horrible dreams. But it's a comfort to know that I still remember her face. That she's still a part of me." Faren looks at you thoughtfully, the warm light of the fire reflecting in his dark eyes. Eventually he smiles, somewhat sardonically. "This is weird $name ." He tells you, his eyes crinkling with laughter. "Are you sure you don't want to go back to bickering?" [["That's too easy." You say matching his smile. "I always win."]] [["I think I like this too." You tell him, a genuine smile on your face.]] [["Can't handle a little sentimentality?" You ask him challengingly.]]

"I didn't know you had siblings." You tell him, remembering Lynhe. It pains you to know that they're gone, even though it wasn't your own memory. He still has his head tilted up, his eyes blinking rapidly as he speaks. "Lynhe and Amara." He says, barely more than a whisper. "I'd forgotten what their names sounded like out loud." You fight the urge to comfort him, knowing he would likely push you away. Instead you opt for a gentler route. He's looking at you now, open, vulnerable. "Where you the eldest?" You ask him, wondering if he was like you. "I was." He begins, his gaze shifting towards the fire behind you. "I was supposed to protect them. I..." "You don't have to tell me." You stop him, bringing his attention back to you. He gives you a grateful nod, sighing shakily. You were hoping to clear the air about what you saw. You wanted to let him speak his mind, but now you're starting to doubt if this was such a good idea. You've never had a true heart to heart with Faren. You're not sure you ever will about this topic. It's extremely sensitive. He surprises you by speaking first. "I hate that thing for burrowing into my mind, for sharing my secrets." He says, the venom clear in his voice. "But I can't help but feel a little glad that I got to see them again. Even in a dream." You nod at his words, you know what that's like. What would you give to see your mother one last time? "I understand." You say softly. "How so?" He asks, genuinely curious. "I have dreams about my mother." You can't help the wry laugh that escapes you. "Horrible dreams. But it's a comfort to know that I still remember her face. That she's still a part of me." Faren looks at you thoughtfully, the warm light of the fire reflecting in his dark eyes. Eventually he smiles, somewhat sardonically. "This is weird $name ." He tells you, his eyes crinkling with laughter. "Are you sure you don't want to go back to bickering?" [["That's too easy." You say matching his smile. "I always win."]] [["I think I like this too." You tell him, a genuine smile on your face.]] [["Can't handle a little sentimentality?" You ask him challengingly.]]

"I'm almost envious of your family." You say, even though it's risky. You see him smile bitterly at the sky, his hands clenching. "I don't need to tell you why you shouldn't be." He says, though his anger is not directed at you. "You know what I mean." You respond, gently easing into the conversation. "It seemed like they truly loved you." Faren's smile turns sad as he tilts his head to look at you. "They did. They're the reason I'm alive." He begins, his gaze shifting towards the fire behind you. "They saved me. If it weren't for them... I-" "You don't have to tell me." You stop him, bringing his attention back to you. He gives you a grateful nod, sighing shakily. You were hoping to clear the air about what you saw. You wanted to let him speak his mind, but now you're starting to doubt if this was such a good idea. You've never had a true heart to heart with Faren. You're not sure you ever will about this topic. It's extremely sensitive. He surprises you by speaking first. "I hate that thing for burrowing into my mind, for sharing my secrets." He says, the venom clear in his voice. "But I can't help but feel a little glad that I got to see them again. Even in a dream." You nod at his words, you know what that's like. What would you give to see your mother one last time? "I understand." You say softly. "How so?" He asks, genuinely curious. "I have dreams about my mother." You can't help the wry laugh that escapes you. "Horrible dreams. But it's a comfort to know that I still remember her face. That she's still a part of me." Faren looks at you thoughtfully, the warm light of the fire reflecting in his dark eyes. Eventually he smiles, somewhat sardonically. "This is weird $name ." He tells you, his eyes crinkling with laughter. "Are you sure you don't want to go back to bickering?" [["That's too easy." You say matching his smile. "I always win."]] [["I think I like this too." You tell him, a genuine smile on your face.]] [["Can't handle a little sentimentality?" You ask him challengingly.]]

"That's too easy." You say, matching his smile. "I always win." He laughs at you as he shakes his head, knocking teasingly into you. "Keep telling yourself that, fool." He says, his voice croaky from fatigue. You don't want to break this fragile peace, but you know you're going to have to confront the elephant in the room eventually. "You were the heir to Taris in your dream." You tell him, opting for a direct approach. He stays silent for a while, his hands fiddling with the buttons on his vest. "I was." He says, not elaborating, his face stony once again. "What about it?" "Seriously?" You ask. Maybe it was foolish to think you were making progress with him. "You can't think why I would find that weird?" He sighs at you, giving you an exhasperated look. "It's not a weird thing to fantasize about, $name ." He says, crossing his arms defensively. "I wanted to have control when I had none. I wanted to have my choices make a difference." You stare at him expectantly, waiting for him to be done with his admission. "I thought that maybe if I had been the Tarisian Duke, I wouldn't have made the same choices that led to our downfall." He says, his face twisting in a grimace. "That I could've stopped it." You breathe out of your nose when he's done. He's not wrong for wanting that, whatever difference he would've made. "Alright?" He says raising his eyebrows, waiting for you to answer. "Yes, alright." You tell him finally. <<if $reverie eq "Faren">> It's Faren who breaks the silence again, turning to look at you. "What would you have seen?" He asks, his brow furrowing. "If it had gotten to you?" You think it over quietly, staring at the pale canvas of the tents. [[I would be home with my mother, before she passed.|motherf]] [[I would be ruling Ledici, I would be protecting my people.|rulef]] [[I would be free of my title. I would be pursuing my own passions.|freef]] <<else>>You sit companionably for a while, watching the soft glow of the forest. [[You find yourself captivated by Faren's profile.]] [[You realize how late it's getting.|Return to the fire.]] <</if>>

"I think I like this too." You tell him, a genuine smile on your face. Faren's eyes soften, before he turns away from you in embarrassment. You sit companionably for a while, watching the soft glow of the forest. You know you're going to have to confront the elephant in the room eventually. "You were the heir to Taris in your dream." You tell him, opting for a direct approach. He stays silent for a while, his hands fiddling with the buttons on his vest. "I was." He says, not elaborating, his face stony once again. "What about it?" "Seriously?" You ask. Maybe it was foolish to think you were making progress with him. "You can't think why I would find that weird?" He sighs at you, giving you an exhasperated look. "It's not a weird thing to fantasize about, $name ." He says, crossing his arms defensively. "I wanted to have control when I had none. I wanted to have my choices make a difference." You stare at him expectantly, waiting for him to be done with his admission. "I thought that maybe if I had been the Tarisian Duke, I wouldn't have made the same choices that led to our downfall." He says, his face twisting in a grimace. "That I could've stopped it." You breathe out of your nose when he's done. He's not wrong for wanting that, whatever difference he would've made. "Alright?" He says raising his eyebrows, waiting for you to answer. "Yes, alright." You tell him finally. You let yourself relax again, this time without the weight of the question on your mind. <<if $reverie eq "Faren">> It's Faren who breaks the silence again, turning to look at you. "What would you have seen?" He asks, his brow furrowing. "If it had gotten to you?" You think it over quietly, staring at the pale canvas of the tents. [[I would be home with my mother, before she passed.|motherf]] [[I would be ruling Ledici, I would be protecting my people.|rulef]] [[I would be free of my title. I would be pursuing my own passions.|freef]] <<else>> [[You find yourself captivated by Faren's profile.]] [[You realize how late it's getting.|Return to the fire.]] <</if>>

"Can't handle a little sentimentality?" You ask him challengingly, an eyebrow raised. Faren rolls his eyes at you bringing a hand up to brush some stray hairs out of his face. "I shouldn't have said anything." He says, side eyeing you. "Of course you would turn this into a competition." You chuckle softly to yourself, he isn't wrong. You sit companionably for a while, watching the soft glow of the forest, but you know you're going to have to confront the elephant in the room eventually. "You were the heir to Taris in your dream." You tell him, opting for a direct approach. He stays silent for a while, his hands fiddling with the buttons on his vest. "I was." He says, not elaborating, his face stony once again. "What about it?" "Seriously?" You ask. Maybe it was foolish to think you were making progress with him. "You can't think of why I would find that weird?" He sighs at you, giving you an exhasperated look. "It's not a weird thing to fantasize about, $name ." He says, crossing his arms defensively. "I wanted to have control when I had none. I wanted to have my choices make a difference." You stare at him expectantly, waiting for him to be done with his admission. "I thought that maybe if I had been the Tarisian Duke, I wouldn't have made the same choices that led to our downfall." He says, his face twisting in a grimace. "That I could've stopped it." You breathe out of your nose when he's done. He's not wrong for wanting that, whatever difference he would've made. "Alright?" He says raising his eyebrows, waiting for you to answer. "Yes, alright." You tell him finally. You let yourself relax again, this time without the weight of the question on your mind. <<if $reverie eq "Faren">> It's Faren who breaks the silence again, turning to look at you. "What would you have seen?" He asks, his brow furrowing. "If it had gotten to you?" You think it over quietly, staring at the pale canvas of the tents. [[I would be home with my mother, before she passed.|motherf]] [[I would be ruling Ledici, I would be protecting my people.|rulef]] [[I would be free of my title. I would be pursuing my own passions.|freef]] <<else>>You sit companionably for a while, watching the soft glow of the forest. [[You find yourself captivated by Faren's profile.]] [[You realize how late it's getting.|Return to the fire.]] <</if>>

"I would have my mother back. Of all the things I could have, I just want to see her face again." You tell him earnestly, if anyone could understand it would be him. "I know." He says simply. That's enough. That's more than any other words could communicate because he truly //knows.// Your eyes are watering. Why are your eyes watering? You blink quickly looking away from Faren. You came here to talk to him about his family, not the other way around. Faren notices you looking away, but he doesn't press. He lets you compose yourself before continuing. "I'm glad that thing didn't reach you." He says, his hands gripped tightly on his lap. You nod, breathing deeply through your nose. You sit companionably for a while, watching the soft glow of the forest together. [[You find yourself captivated by Faren's profile.]] [[You realize how late it's getting.|Return to the fire.]]

"I would be ruling Ledici and I'd be doing a good job at it." You say, thinking bitterly at how your own court underestimated you. "I would be protecting my people." Faren looks at you thoughtfully, his body tensing for a second. "Do you think you could do it?" He says, and you turn to him in surprise. "Protect them, I mean." "You asked me what I most desired, it doesn't matter if I could." You scoff at his question. "But yes, I do think I would protect them." Faren hums, his eyebrows knotting. "Are you implying something, Faren?" You can't help but ask. He turns to you, something like guilt in his eyes. "Of course not." He says softly. "I think it's an honourable dream." You nod at him, still not fully convinced. You sit companionably for a while, watching the soft glow of the forest together. [[You find yourself captivated by Faren's profile.]] [[You realize how late it's getting.|Return to the fire.]]

"I wouldn't be the heir." You say simply. Faren laughs at you, turning to look at you in surprise when he realizes you weren't joking. "Why not?" He asks as you direct your meanest frown at him. It fades a little, your face softening as you imagine the possibilites. <<if $hobby eq "drawing">> "I would be an artist, I think. A craftman of sorts. I'd like to have my own atelier, maybe I'd work as a carver." You tell them, thinking how nice it would be to escape your responsibilities. "I would record every inch of the canopy in by sketchbooks, I'd draw every person I found interesting." <<elseif $hobby eq "writing">> "I'd like to write. Maybe have my own office, work as a scribe." You tell them, thinking how nice it would be to escape your responsibilities. "In my free time I would write for myself. I'd go beyond my journal, I could write a book." <<elseif $hobby eq "playing cards">> "It sounds silly, but I'd play cards. Probably make a killing at it as well." You tell them, thinking how nice it would be to escape your responsibilities. "I wouldn't mind working in a tavern either, I have quick hands." <<elseif $hobby eq "playing music">> "I would play my harp. Professionaly I mean." You tell them, thinking how nice it would be to escape your responsibilities. "I could play at taverns, maybe even have some noble sponsor me. I would write songs as well, forge my own path."<</if>> "You'd give up all your power for that?" He asks, still shocked by your admission. "Yes." You say without hesitation, staring at him seriously. "My title has brought me a lot of privileges, but it has also condemned me to a life in which I can't choose my own fate. I prefer freedom." Faren shakes his head in disbelief. "I truly don't understand you." He says, looking at you like you're a puzzle. He's about to say something else, but he stops himself, looking away guiltily. You sit companionably for a while, watching the soft glow of the forest. [[You find yourself captivated by Faren's profile.]] [[You realize how late it's getting.|Return to the fire.]]

You find yourself captivated by Faren's profile, by the sharp angle of his jaw, the curve of the adams apple on his neck. The light from the fire reflects on his dark lashes when he blinks, and you can't help but think that he is beautiful. In a sort of mean way, a sharp way. Like a broken shard of glass, or the tip of a dagger. Faren must notice you looking, because he turns his face towards yours. Only then do you realize how closely together you're sitting, the tip of his nose only a couple inches from yours. You watch him intently as his pupils grow at your proximity. The sound of Krev stumbling out of his tent breaks you out of your stupor, both of you pulling away from each other. Krev looks as you dumbly as he goes stand by a tree, raising an eyebrow. "What are you staring at me for?" He says unapologetically. "I have to piss." You turn away from both of them embarrassed, rising from your spot on the ground. [[It's getting late anyways. |Return to the fire.]] <<set $fa += 1>>

You still hope she's somewhere on this tree. You know she didn't choose her fate. She was branded pious; how many times have you heard people say her sacrifice to the Gods was noble? You remember your father speaking the news for the first time, the chill in his study as the words sunk in. He said she had fallen, that she had gone to the sprigs and walked off the edge of the tree. She had gifted her flesh to those below. You hate it. She was never the pious type, much less a martyr. She was sardonic and sometimes brutally honest. But she was also extremely caring and protective of you. You know she wouldn't leave you for some false promise from the gods. The void waits for you all, and she was in no rush to get to it. You have to find a way to prove it. You're trying to trace down the people she was in contact with before she died, anyone in the tree that could know what really happened to her. Unfortunately, most of them lead you to dead ends. The people who knew her better that you are either missing, in hiding, or dead. You're getting closer though, you can feel it. You stand before the heavy doors to the Assembly Hall now, the meeting in full swing behind them. You exchange a wary look with Faren and make your entrance. [[It's not like you to be late, you're usually quite organized.|1c5][$plan to 1]] [[It shouldn't come as a surprise to the council. You're not exactly known for your punctuality.|1c5][$plan to -1]]

<<set $brash += 1>> "What didn't you want me to see?" You ask, with a pinch of suspicion. She frowns at you, a flash of anger passing through her eyes. You don't think you've ever seen that expression on her face. It's a little unsettling. "Maybe my private thoughts and feelings?" She asks, in a tone of disbelief. "You're not entitled to the contents of my mind, $name ." "It was just the ocean." You tell her defensively. "It's not like I saw some big secret." "It was my deepest desire." She says raising her voice. "I don't care what you think about it. It was mine to keep." Reva's eyes are piercing you, daring you to argue. You let out the breath you'd been holding, relenting to her. You didn't come here to fight. "Look, I didn't mean to sound distrustful." You tell her, your hands raised in front of you. "I see it's a sensitive topic for you." Reva laughs at that, a pained brittle laugh. She runs her hand through her hair, mussing it back. When she looks at you, there's shame thwarting her features. "No, you're right." She says after a beat. "It was just a silly dream." There's something still nagging at you from your experience. Unlike everyone else, you were actually able to speak to Reva in her dream. She was... aware. "Reva, you spoke to me in your dream." You say, but she just stares at you blankly. "You knew it was fake from the start. No one else did." Reva leans back on her arms, raising her eyebrows. She seems somewhat pleased with herself. "What can I say? I'm good at spotting lies." She tells you, some bitterness in her tone. [["How did you know?" You ask her, genuine curiosity in your words.]] [["Why didn't you break out?" You ask her.]] [["Why did you choose to be alone?" You ask her.]]

<<set $meek +=1>> "I wish I could've done it differently. I didn't mean to intrude." You tell her earnestly, looking into her eyes. "I'm sorry Reva." She sighs at that, rubbing her eyes with her hands. "No, no. Don't apologize to me." She tells you, a soft smile on her face. "You're making me look like a dick, Dukeling." You nod at her, relieved that she doesn't truly hold it against you. "I understand why you're upset." You tell her. "I wouldn't want anyone rummaging through my mind either. I'm glad at least you gave us a nice setting." "You know me, I aim to please." She responds, her air more relaxed now. "Can't say how faithful it was to the real thing, though. I've only ever seen the ocean in books." "Even if it was only your rendition of it, it was still more pleasant than some of the other dreams." You tell her, thinking of Krev and Kals dreams. "I'm not going to reveal our companions desires to you, but some of them were morbid." "Let me guess." She says with a smirk. "Ajuna kept you in a stale room filled with nothing but dusty books." You laugh at how close she is to the truth on that one. As you think back at the other dreams you realize something odd. Unlike everyone else, you were actually able to speak to Reva. She was... aware. "Reva, you spoke to me in your dream." You say, but she just stares at you blankly. "You knew it was fake from the start. No one else did." Reva leans back on her arms, raising her eyebrows. She seems somewhat pleased with herself. "What can I say? I'm good at spotting lies." She tells you. There's a cocky smile on her face, but you notice some bitterness in her tone. [["How did you know?" You ask her, genuine curiosity in your words.]] [["Why didn't you break out?" You ask her.]] [["Why did you choose to be alone?" You ask her.]]

"How did you know?" You ask her, genuine curiosity in your words. "No matter how outlandish the other dreams were, they couldn't see through them. But you did." Reva frowns, and you can see the thoughts racing in her mind. "Honestly... I don't know." She says, eventually. "I guess I've had practice sussing the pretty truths from the ugly lies." "As a postulant?" You ask her, doubt seeping into your voice. You're starting to feel like Reva's whole personality is built on people underestimating her, when underneath she's brutally discerning. She raises an eyebrow at you before looking away in shame. "We both know that's not all I do." She says. She almost seems uncomfortable by the notion. <<if $reverie eq "Reva">> Reva switches the topic on you swiftly. "As much as I like talking about my dreams, I have to admit I'd been dying to know yours." She says, squinting at you. "What would you have seen?" You think it over quietly, staring at the pale canvas of the tent. [[I would be home with my mother, before she passed.|motherr]] [[I would be ruling Ledici, I would be protecting my people.|ruler]] [[I would be free of my title. I would be pursuing my own passions.|freer]] <<else>>You're trying to decipher the enigma that Reva is when she stretches her arms above her head, arching her back as she yawns. It's getting late and the day has definitely taken a toll on her. [[You find yourself captivated by her.]] [[You should probably leave her to rest.|Return to the fire.]] <</if>>

"Why didn't you break out?" You ask her with a frown. "If you knew it was all an illusion why did you choose to stay?" Reva's facing your way, but her eyes are elsewhere. She seems lost in thought, opening her mouth a couple times before closing it again. Eventually she answers. "I once heard a song that says that there is no life without illusion." She begins, her eyes still vacant. "I think we all lie to ourselves on a daily basis to survive. I've found that choosing the pretty lies tends to work out for me. Most of the time, at least." Her eyes focus back on you, her melacholic expression replaced by an easy smile. "Maybe I wanted to see what being swallowed by a flower would feel like." She tells you with a quick shrug. "Who knows?" <<if $reverie eq "Reva">> "Reva..." You begin, but she cuts you off swiftly. "As much as I like talking about my dreams, I have to admit I'd been dying to know yours." She says, squinting at you. "What would you have seen?" You think it over quietly, staring at the pale canvas of the tent. [[I would be home with my mother, before she passed.|motherr]] [[I would be ruling Ledici, I would be protecting my people.|ruler]] [[I would be free of my title. I would be pursuing my own passions.|freer]] <<else>>You're trying to decipher the enigma that Reva is when she stretches her arms above her head, arching her back as she yawns. It's getting late and the day has definitely taken a toll on her. [[You find yourself captivated by her.]] [[You should probably leave her to rest.|Return to the fire.]] <</if>>

"Why did you choose to be alone?" You ask her, remembering how isolated her little boat was from the rest of the world. How lonely. "I've been alone most of my life, I guess it just feels natural." She tells you with an easy smile. She doesn't seem to be bothered by the fact. "I see you with people all the time, Reva." You reply, thinking about all her contacts. "You know practically half of the canopy." Reva's smile turns mischevious, her composture breaking as she brings her face closer to yours. "Ahhhh, but do they know me?" She whispers in your ear, her breath tickling your cheek. She pulls back from you with a laugh, dropping her enigmatic act. <<if $reverie eq "Reva">>Before you can continue the conversation Reva switches the topic on you. "As much as I like talking about my dreams, I have to admit I'd been dying to know yours." She says, squinting at you. "What would you have seen?" You think it over quietly, staring at the pale canvas of the tent. [[I would be home with my mother, before she passed.|motherr]] [[I would be ruling Ledici, I would be protecting my people.|ruler]] [[I would be free of my title. I would be pursuing my own passions.|freer]] <<else>>You're trying to decipher the enigma that Reva is when she stretches her arms above her head, arching her back as she yawns. It's getting late and the day has definitely taken a toll on her. [[You find yourself captivated by her.]] [[You should probably leave her to rest.|Return to the fire.]] <</if>>

<<set $humor += 1>> "I promise to stay out of your mind next time I save you from any flesh eating plants." You tell her, your tone playful. Reva knows you wouldn't try to pry into her secrets on purpose, she knows you respect her. She chuckles softly at that, a small smile on her face. She's looking back down at her hands now, twining some loose string from her robe between her fingers. "I'd appreciate it." She says finally. "But don't make promises you can't keep, Dukeling. We don't know if that's the last flesh eating bulb we'll see." You grunt at her words, staring up at the ceiling of the tent. She's right, you don't know what kinds of things you'll be facing on the Path. The worse may be yet to come. "Then I'll do my best." You tell her. "I wouldn't want anyone rummaging through my mind either. At least you gave us a nice setting." "You know me, I aim to please." She responds, her air more relaxed now. "Can't say how faithful it was to the real thing though. I've only ever seen the ocean in books." "Even if it was only your rendition of it, it was still more pleasant than some of the other dreams." You tell her, thinking of Krev and Kals dreams. "I'm not going to reveal our companions desires to you, but some of them were morbid." "Let me guess." She says with a smirk. "Ajuna kept you in a stale room filled with nothing but dusty books." You laugh at how close she is to the truth on that one. As you think back at the other dreams you realize something odd. Unlike everyone else, you were actually able to speak to Reva. She was... aware. "Reva, you spoke to me in your dream." You say, but she just stares at you blankly. "You knew it was fake from the start. No one else did." Reva leans back on her arms, raising her eyebrows. She seems somewhat pleased with herself. "What can I say? I'm good at spotting lies." She tells you. There's a cocky smile on her face, but you notice some bitterness in her tone. [["How did you know?" You ask her, genuine curiosity in your words.]] [["Why didn't you break out?" You ask her.]] [["Why did you choose to be alone?" You ask her.]]

You see the robes stretch on her frame as she lifts her arms, her long fingers grazing the ceiling of the tent. She has a certain feline grace, her back arching like a cat's. She brings her arms down, watching you through her dark lashes as you admire her, her eyes sleepy. Her hands are sitting on her lap now, a feather's touch away from yours. She looks down at them then, barely brushing the outside of your hand with her finger. As fast as the moment started, it ends, Reva turning to look away from you. "I should really catch some sleep, $name ." She says, already moving towards her bedroll. "We can talk tomorrow." You leave the tent flustered, feeling the ghost of her touch on your hand still. [[Return to the fire.]] <<set $ra +=1>>

"I would have my mother back. Of all the things I could have, I just want to see her face again." You tell her, trying to picture her face in your mind now. You're starting to forget what she looked like. Reva hums thoughtfully, throwing you a tender look. "You're still hoping you'll find her?" She asks hesitantly, not meaning to disturb you. You first contracted Reva to help you find out information about your mother, she knows better than most people about your search. She also knows how fruitless it's been. "Yes. Or at least find out what really happened to her." You tell her, hardening your gaze. You don't want to think of the alternatives, but you also have to face the truth. There may not be much left to find. "I'm with you." She says, her eyes determined. "You know that, right?" "I know." You tell her, and you truly believe it. Reva's going to help you find her. You spend a couple minutes in silence, contemplating your conversation. Eventually she stretches her arms above her head, arching her back to yawn. [[You find yourself captivated by her.]] [[You should probably leave her to rest.|Return to the fire.]]

"I would be ruling Ledici and I'd be doing a good job at it." You say, thinking bitterly at how your own court underestimated you. "I would be protecting my people." She smiles sadly as she shakes her head, looking down at her hands on her lap. "What?" You ask, feeling somewhat self conscious. You didn't expect her to react that way. "It's nothing... It makes perfect sense." She says, bringing her gaze up to yours. "I just..." "You don't think I could." You finish for her, repeating what you've been shown for most of your life. "No!" She says, her expression changing to one of surprise. "If anyone could it would be you." "But?" You prompt her. "But I don't think any Duchy can truly protect their people from up in their little nest." She lets out, her face reddening slightly as she says the words. "I can try." You tell her, feeling a little defensive. "I can do better than those before me." "You definitely will." She says, earnestly. Reva stretches her arms above her head, arching her back as she yawns. [[You find yourself captivated by her.]] [[You should probably leave her to rest.|Return to the fire.]]

"I wouldn't be the heir." You say simply. "Well, pray tell, Dukeling." She says, with a growing smile. "What would you do instead?" <<if $hobby eq "drawing">> "I would be an artist, I think. A craftman of sorts. I'd like to have my own atelier, maybe I'd work as a carver." You tell them, thinking how nice it would be to escape your responsibilities. "I would record every inch of the canopy in by sketchbooks, I'd draw every person I found interesting." <<elseif $hobby eq "writing">> "I'd like to write. Maybe have my own office, work as a scribe." You tell them, thinking how nice it would be to escape your responsibilities. "In my free time I would write for myself. I'd go beyond my journal, I could write a book." <<elseif $hobby eq "playing cards">> "It sounds silly, but I'd play cards. Probably make a killing at it as well." You tell them, thinking how nice it would be to escape your responsibilities. "I wouldn't mind working in a tavern either, I have quick hands." <<elseif $hobby eq "playing music">> "I would play my harp. Professionaly I mean." You tell them, thinking how nice it would be to escape your responsibilities. "I could play at taverns, maybe even have some noble sponsor me. I would write songs as well, forge my own path."<</if>> "I think that's a beautiful dream." Responds Reva, looking at you with stars in her eyes. "I wouldn't mind falling into it." "I wouldn't mind you falling into it either." You tell her, a smile on your face. Reva stretches her arms above her head, arching her back as she yawns. [[You find yourself captivated by her.]] [[You should probably leave her to rest.|Return to the fire.]]

You wake up the next morning from a dreamless sleep. There's a mild headache buzzing behind your eyes and you feel a little dizzy as you rise. You thought you'd feel better after some rest, but you just feel hungover. You ready yourself quickly, making your way outside. The journey continues somewhat smoothly, as smoothly as you can imagine with a group of exhausted and irritable people. The initial excitement of travelling outside the Ledici tree has faded, and the reality of your situation is starting to kick in. //This place wants you dead.// The only evidence the gods are here is the path of dead grass ahead of you. You can only hope that it's leading you to the next stone, that //they// want you to succeed. <<if $religious gt 0>>You trust the gods, you have to keep faith. <<else>> You have a feeling the gods don't like you much. Whatever happened with the last stone makes you wonder whether they've have forsaken you. <</if>> [[Keep walking]]

You're walking next to $reverie when you hear it. A rustle behind a bush, a low growl. The Reverend freezes in place ahead of you, looking towards the darkness of the forest. Ajuna has her eye piece raised, but it does little to reveal the shape between the leaves. You all stand in silence, looking warily at the direction from where you heard the sound. Faren's arm is twitching, Reva is slowly lifting her robe to reach towards her daggers. Pevan and Kal move slightly closer to you. Krev has a wild look in his eye, his knuckles white where they grip his sword. A couple minutes go by and you hear nothing. Then a couple minutes more. Eventually you keep walking, because there's nothing else you can do. There was something there. Everyone knows it, but no one mentions it. You march on much more quietly than before. You've seen what the forest can do, what the flora is capable of. But this was the first time you were able to catch a glimpse of anything resembling an animal. It wasn't human, judging from its shape. It felt like... a predator. Lurking in the shadows, following its prey. You keep your eyes peeled and your guard up. [[You smell smoke]]

You're not the only one. You can tell from Faren's tense frame that he does as well. The Reverend starts walking faster, he must have seen something ahead. You and your companions speed up, trying to keep up with his pace. Eventually, you reach a small clearing. You see the remains of a fire and a large tent beside it. The camp is a mess. Someone's belongings are littered everywhere, and you smell the distinct metallic stench of blood mixed in with the smoke. As you come closer, you notice that the tent is barely standing upright, with large gashes across its canvas. They look like claw marks. Krev catches up to the Reverend, stopping him before he goes any further. He approaches the tent slowly, Kal and Pevan close behind him. You wait with the rest of your party in the shadows, keeping your ears open. There was someone here recently, the fire couldn't have been abandoned for longer than an hour. You bet the embers are still hot to the touch. Pevan quickly opens the flap of the tent, and you come closer to try to catch a glimpse of what's inside. "It's empty." Says Kal, their head rising to scan the area. You startle as you hear a pained moan coming from behind the tent. Krev unsheaths his sword, walking towards the sound. You approach with him, even as Ajuna tries to stop you. You freeze in place as you see the mess of bodies behind the tent. You think there are three but it's hard to tell between the blood and tangled limbs. Pevan comes up behind you, kneeling besides the mumbling stranger on the ground. They're holding their torso, trying to put pressure on a bleeding gash. You feel nauseous as you see some of the fleshy organs underneath, so you try to focus on their face instead. You make contact with their pleading eyes as Ajuna kneels on their other side, examining their wounds. [["What happened?" You ask them.]] [["It's going to be ok." You try to comfort them.]] [["Who are you? Why are you on the ground?" You ask them.]] <<if $meek gt $brash>> <<set $highp to $meek>> <<set $persona to "meek">> <<elseif $brash gte $meek>> <<set $highp to $brash>> <<set $persona to "brash">> <</if>> <<if $humor gte $highp>> <<set $persona to "humor">> <</if>>

"It's going to be ok." You tell them softly, trying to comfort them. "We're here to help." The person stares at you blankly, their gaze unfocusing. You notice what remains of their clothing, their dark-tinted robes. The fabric is silky, unlike anything you've seen on the Ledici tree. The most shocking thing about them, however, is the fact that they're wearing metal jewelry. Their fingers are covered in large copper rings, their neck is laced in glittering chains. Even their ears are covered in metal, small hoops sinking into the soft cartilage. "You can't help." They gurgle out, their voice wet with blood. "I will be with Hilenos." You think their voice might be slightly accented but it's hard to tell in their state. They must be from Tree Hilen. You always thought of the tree as a mystery, but you didn't imagine that they'd be venturing to the ground. Ajuna catches your eye as she retracts her hands from the Hilenite's body. She's shaking her head with a severe look. They're not going to make it. <<if $persona eq "humor">> You don't know what to say as you stare into their dying eyes. //"I will be with Hilenos"// you think wryly at their words. //That's one way to put it.// Their body goes limp as their eyes roll backward. Pevan sighs, bringing their hand up to close the dead Hilenite's eyes. <<elseif $persona eq "brash">>You're not one for bedside manner. You stay silent as their body goes limp, their eyes rolling backward. Pevan sighs, bringing their hand up to close the dead Hilenite's eyes. <<elseif $persona eq "meek">> "You'll be with Hilen..." You repeat, trying to offer whatever comfort you can in their dying moments. You notice their lips morph into a small smile as they go limp. Pevan sighs, bringing their hand up to close the dead Hilenite's eyes.<</if>> You're startled by the sound of a weapon being unsheathed behind you, and you turn to see Reva holding both of her daggers up as she stares down the clearing. "I hate to interrupt but we have a visitor." She stage whispers, never taking her frightened eyes off the abomination standing less than ten feet away. [[Look at it]]

"Who are you?" You can't help but ask, shocked by the presence of another human on the ground. "Why are you here?" The person stares at you blankly, their gaze unfocusing. You notice what remains of their clothing, their dark-tinted robes. The fabric is silky, unlike anything you've seen on the Ledici tree. The most shocking thing about them, however, is the fact that they're wearing metal jewelry. Their fingers are covered in large copper rings, their neck is laced in glittering chains. Even their ears are covered in metal, small hoops sinking into the soft cartilage. "If I die near the earth..." They gurgle out, their voice wet with blood. "I am a good Hilenite." You think they might have a slight accent, but it's hard to tell in their state. They must be from Tree Hilen. You always thought of the tree as a mystery, but you hadn't imagined that they'd be venturing to the ground. Ajuna catches your eye as she retracts her hands from the Hilenite's body. She's shaking her head with a severe look. They're not going to make it. <<if $persona eq "humor">> You don't know what to say as you stare into their dying eyes. //A good Hilenite// you think wryly, staring at the strange person. //Was it worth it?// Their body goes limp as their eyes roll backward. Pevan sighs, bringing their hand up to close the dead Hilenite's eyes. <<elseif $persona eq "brash">> "Who are you?" You try again. If there's no saving them you might as well try to find out as much as you can before they pass. They don't answer, their body going limp as their eyes roll backward. Pevan sighs, bringing their hand up to close the dead Hilenite's eyes. <<elseif $persona eq "meek">> "You are a good Hilenite." You tell them, trying to offer whatever comfort you can to the dying person in front of you. You notice their lips shape into a small smile as they go limp. Pevan sighs, bringing their hand up to close the dead Hilenite's eyes.<</if>> You're startled by the sound of a weapon being unsheathed behind you, and you turn to see Reva holding both of her daggers up as she stares down the other side of the clearing. "I hate to interrupt, but we have a visitor." She stage whispers, never taking her frightened eyes off the abomination standing less than ten feet away. [[Look at it]]

"What happened?" You ask them, thinking of the mangled bodies beside them. "Who did this to you?" The person stares at you blankly, their gaze unfocusing. You notice what remains of their clothing, their dark-tinted robes. The fabric is silky, unlike anything you've seen on the Ledici tree. The most shocking thing about them, however, is the fact that they're wearing metal jewelry. Their fingers are covered in large copper rings, their neck is laced in glittering chains. Even their ears are covered in metal, small hoops sinking into the soft cartilage. "It doesn't want us here." They gurgle out, their voice wet with blood. "It doesn't want us to be with Hilenos." You think they might have a slight accent, but it's hard to tell in their state. They must be from Tree Hilen. You always thought of the tree as a mystery, but you hadn't imagined that they'd be venturing to the ground. Ajuna catches your eye as she retracts her hands from the Hilenite's body. She's shaking her head with a severe look. They're not going to make it. <<if $persona eq "humor">> You don't know what to say as you stare into their dying eyes. //"It doesn't want us here"// you think wryly, staring at the strange person. //That's one way to put it.// Their body goes limp as their eyes roll backward. Pevan sighs, bringing their hand up to close the dead Hilenite's eyes. <<elseif $persona eq "brash">> "Who is //it//?" You try again. If there's no saving them you might as well try to find out as much as you can before they pass. They don't answer, their body going limp as their eyes roll backward. Pevan sighs, bringing their hand up to close the dead Hilenite's eyes. <<elseif $persona eq "meek">> "You'll be with Hilen..." You tell them, trying to offer whatever comfort you can to the dying person in front of you. You notice their lips morph into a small smile as they go limp. Pevan sighs, bringing their hand up to close the dead Hilenite's eyes.<</if>> You're startled by the sound of a weapon being unsheathed behind you, and you turn to see Reva holding both of her daggers up as she stares down the clearing. "I hate to interrupt but we have a visitor." She stage whispers, never taking her frightened eyes off the abomination standing less than ten feet away. [[Look at it]]

You follow Reva's gaze toward the figure looming on the verge of the clearing. It's taller than you, even though it's standing on four feet. Its dark fur is matted with blood, sticking out in odd directions. There are large claws on the end of each of their limbs which make you think of the Hilenite's wound. The worst part, however, is its face. You doubt you could even call it that. Where there should be some sort of snout, there is only bone. There is a blossoming purple tumor layered through the skull of the beast, its dark veins entwined between the holes where its eyes should be. It reminds you of the blossom on the stone. You wonder if it can even see. Your question is answered as the Reverend steps towards it with bright eyes, the beast tensing at his approaching figure. There's a look of adoration on his face as he kneels in front of the beast, raising his hands toward it. "You are of the Mycelian." He says, his voice low. "We have come here to complete the ritual, you have nothing to fe-" The Reverend's voice is cut off as the creature swipes his body up with a big claw, tossing him aside easily. You flinch at the crack of the Reverend's body as he collides with a nearby tree. His head tilts limply onto his chest as he falls unconscious. Everyone is deathly still for the space of a breath. [[Then the beast turns its head towards you.]]

Reva materializes from the shadow of the trees, stepping behind the beast with her two daggers raised. She plunges them both into its injured leg in rapid succession, backing up before it can retaliate. Reva is fast, faster even than Pevan in her lack of armour. She's eyeing the beast's untouched leg when it turns, snapping at her with its bony maw. It doesn't get in her range however, as Faren finally snaps out of concentration bringing his hands up in a lifting motion. Hardy roots sprout up from the ground to wrap around the beast's legs in sync with his motion. Although it manages to break its front legs free, both of its hind legs are trapped, leaving it rooted in spot. There are beads of sweat forming on Faren's brow as he tries to maintain his hold on the scrambling creature. This is your chance to do something. To show them that you can protect yourself. [[If you can manage to rouse Krev out of his stupor he will give you a huge advantage against the beast.]] [[You have to figure out how to kill the beast, what's making it so strong. Work smarter, not harder.]] [[You take your place next to Kal. You're as fearsome a fighter as he is, the beast stands no chance if you fight in tandem.]]

You turn to Krev, his large figure looming behind you. His eyes are still vacant, he hasn't made a move since the beast made itself visible. If you can convince him to join the fight, he could very well be the difference between victory and death. You notice he holds his sword tight in his fingers, his hands shaking. <<if $persona eq "brash">>"Krev!" You yell, grabbing him by the scuff of his shirt. "You need to snap out of it, we need you to finish this fight!" Krev's eyes begin to focus on you, but he still doesn't move. You shake him a little for good measure, bringing your face closer to his. "Do you want us all to die?" You ask him, and his eyes widen. "I need you to fight for me." "Don't disappoint me." You finish, and that seems to snap him out of his reverie.<<elseif $persona eq "humor">>"Krev!" You yell, nudging his shoulder. "I swear to you Krev, if you fight for me now I will sign a decree so you can have an endless supply of Feuoian ale." Krev's eyes begin to focus on you, but he still doesn't move. You grab both his shoulders, giving him a little shake. "Krev, I really don't want us to become beast fodder today!" There's a twinge of desperation in your voice and you think he hears it. His eyes widen, turning from you to the beast. <<elseif $persona eq "meek">>"Krev..." You say softly, putting your hands over his. "Krev, please, I need you to fight." Krev's eyes begin to focus on you, but he still doesn't move from his spot. You tighten your hold on him, speaking louder. "I know this is hard and scary, but we need you to help us." You tell him. You feel him shift a little. "We can't do this without you." That seems to snap him out of his reverie. His eyes widen, focusing behind you.<</if>> <<if $charisma gte 10>>Krev's body steps towards the beast, his long sword brandished in both his hands. He looks nothing like he did a couple of seconds ago. His brow is furrowed, his lips bent into a snarl. As he rushes the creature, he looks the picture of a fearsome warrior. He plunges his weapon into the torso of the beast, narrowly avoiding a swipe of its claws. The roots are barely holding on now, threatening to snap any minute. Kal attacks from the creature's other side, hitting at the joints between its legs. You follow their example, taking advantage of Krev's distraction. You plunge your $weapon into the beast's uninjured hind leg, trying to immobilize it. Your weapon barely manages to pierce the thick layers of fur on the beast, but you still damage it. Meanwhile, Krev drives his sword deep into the creature's head, confident that this will be the killing blow. It stills then, and Krev goes to remove the weapon embedded into its skull. As he's trying to pry it off, the beast suddenly whips its head, sending him flying backward unarmed. Krev is lying prone, but he did substantial damage to the creature. You realize this is probably the right time to retreat before it does the same to you. <<else>> Unfortunately, Krev only steps backward, the fear in his eyes intensified. He is breathing hard, the grip on his sword loosening. As he's backing away, he trips on a loose branch, losing hold of his weapon and falling flat on his back. He won't be able to fight in this state. You turn towards the beast, realizing you'll have to deal with it on your own. You brandish your $weapon and jump beside Kal, rushing the beast in tandem. While Kal sidesteps it to the left, aiming for their core, you take the right. Unable to keep both of you at bay, the beast slows its trashing, trying to scratch at the bindings on its hind legs. Unfortunately, as you try to plunge your weapon into its thick fur, you realize you're not strong enough to penetrate it. You're too busy trying to pierce its skin to see the claw that comes flying your way, sending you tumbling to the side. Your $weapon flies with you, landing a couple of feet away from you. You're left prone and unarmed. You didn't even get a scratch on it.<<set $bearfight to "no">> <</if>> [[The beast escapes its bindings.]]

<<if $strength gte 10>> You brandish your $weapon and jump beside Kal, rushing the beast in tandem. While Kal sidesteps it to the left, aiming for their core, you take the right. Unable to keep both of you at bay, the beast slows its trashing, trying to scratch at the bindings on its hind legs. You plunge your weapon into the joint where its uninjured leg meets its torso, narrowly avoiding a swipe of its claws. The roots are barely holding on, you probably only have time for one more hit before the beast is free. You catch Kal's eyes and signal toward the beast's neck. If you work in sync, you might be able to sever its head altogether. Kal catches your meaning and jumps to the other side of it. You drive your $weapon deep into the creature's head, confident that this will be the killing blow. It comes to a still bringing its head down, your weapon but it's embedded into its skull. As you're trying to pry it off, the beast suddenly whips its head. It sends you flying backward, your $weapon slipping from your hands. You're lying prone and unarmed, but you can see the damage you did to the beast. It has definitely been weakened by your assault. <<else>>You brandish your $weapon and jump beside Kal, rushing the beast in tandem. While Kal sidesteps it to the left, aiming for their core, you take the right. Unable to keep both of you at bay, the beast slows its trashing, trying to scratch at the bindings on its hind legs. Unfortunately, as you try to plunge your weapon into its thick fur, you realize you're not strong enough to penetrate it. You're too busy trying to pierce it to see the claw that comes flying your way, sending you tumbling to the side. Your $weapon flies with you, landing a couple of feet away from you. You're left prone and unarmed. You didn't even get a scratch on it.<<set $bearfight to "no">> <</if>> [[The beast escapes its bindings.]]

So far the blows against the beast have done little to slow it. You have to figure out a way to kill it that doesn't run your party to the ground. It's stronger than any animal you've seen before, and it barely reacts to pain. You wonder if the growth on its head has anything to do with it. <<if $wit gte 10>>You remember the bulb and the stone. How the rest of the organism crumbled when you hit the core. If you could stab through the flower, you could probably kill the beast with one blow. <<set $stab to "yes">> You look to Kal as they face the beast. "Keep it distracted for me!" You yell, approaching from the side. "I think I can kill it if I reach its skull." Kal nods at you hesitantly and rushes the creature. They parry a swipe of the beast's claws, redirecting the force of its blow into a hit of their sword. You peel your eyes from their display of skill and focus on your own task. You stab into the creature's front leg with your $weapon , trying to bring them lower so you can reach its head. The creature turns to you, showing you its sharp teeth up close. It's now or never. You stab into the growth on its head, bringing your weapon down. The creature stills, and you go to remove your weapon embedded into its skull. As you're trying to pry it off, the beast suddenly whips its head. It sends you flying backward, your $weapon slipping from your hands. You're lying prone and unarmed, but you can see the beast wobble slightly now. It has definitely been weakened by your assault. You can't help but wonder why your plan didn't kill it though. What's different between this and the other times? <<else>>You're trying to devise a strategy but you can't think of anything fast enough. You better rush the beast now, or it will be free of its restraints by the time you figure out how to kill it. You brandish your $weapon and jump beside Kal, rushing the beast in tandem. While Kal sidesteps it to the left, aiming for their core, you take the right. Unable to keep both of you at bay, the beast slows its trashing, trying to scratch at the bindings on its hind legs. Unfortunately, as you try to plunge your weapon into its thick fur, you realize you're not strong enough to penetrate it. You're too busy trying to pierce its skin to see the claw that comes flying your way, sending you tumbling to the side. Your $weapon flies with you, landing a couple of feet away from you. You're left prone and unarmed. You didn't even get a scratch on it. <<set $bearfight to "no">> <</if>> [[The beast escapes its bindings.]]

This time it rushes at you full speed. It's not much considering it is limping heavily, but still a lot faster than it was before. You're scrambling up to your feet, wondering why this thing is so intent on killing you when a wall of thorns rises between you and the creature, slowing it down. You see a couple of the branches pierce the beast's skin, causing more blood to coat its fur. You turn your head towards Faren, who is holding his hands up with a grimace on his face. <<if $faren gte 10>> He looks at you then with panic in his eyes. "Run!" He manages to yell, before collapsing from exertion.<<else>>He's only able to keep the wall up for a couple of seconds before he collapses from exertion.<</if>> Faren bought you enough time to get up on your feet, but you're still unarmed. You run back, getting closer to the bodies on the ground. You grab one of the Hilenite's discarded daggers. It looks more like a kitchen knife than a weapon, but it's better than nothing. You look towards Kal, hoping for their aid, but they just stare at you blankly. They're frozen in place, their sword clenched stiffly in their hands. <<if $kal gte 0>>When you turn to them they stumble forwards as if trying to come to your side. They don't make it very far, their knees collapsing from under them by some invisible force.<</if>> What are they doing? Your eyes are torn away from them as you see Reva's figure climb on the back of the beast with a dagger between her teeth. She straddles it, bringing her dagger down between its shoulder blades. Were it an ordinary animal, you're sure it would have met its demise. Unfortunately, the blow just causes the beast to buckle wildly, sending Reva flying backward once again. <<if $reva gte 10>> "Stop!" She yells at the beast from her spot on the ground, trying to crawl back up. "Please!"<</if>> Ajuna's abandoned the Reverend now, rushing towards you. She catches your eyes, her face contorted in sorrow. She knows she won't get to your side on time. There's little she could do for you anyways. You tear your eyes from your companions and face the beast. There's a little voice of panic inside you that tells you to run. To leave it all behind. You silence it swiftly, gripping the little dagger in both hands. [[Kill it.|4c2]]

You feint to the left, turning swiftly to stab the beast in its neck. You catch it off-guard, slashing right above its shoulder. As you come closer you realize with horror that its previous wounds are regenerating. Your shock becomes a fatal mistake, as the beast brings a claw up to your chest, slamming you on the ground with its weight. You hear screaming, but it is not your own. You can barely manage to take a breath, your ribs burning. You hope it's just a bruise and not a fracture. The creature brings its head closer to yours as if trying to sense you. You can see the bright colors of the growth up close, the saturated veins within its skull. It's both disgusting and mesmerizing at the same time. [[Use all of your remaining strength to stab the creature.]] [[Wait and see what happens.]]

<<if $plan gte 0>> Unfortunately, you stall too long before striking and the creature notices your intent. It swipes at your hand, forcing you to drop your weapon. <<else>>You use all of your remaining strength to lift your arm and stab the creature through the growth on its skull. It's momentarily disoriented, but after a second it manages to bring its attention back to you. <<set $stab to "yes">><</if>> It snaps its maw at you threateningly, nipping at your shoulder. You feel the warmth of your blood soaking your clothes as you look up in terror. The creature recoils from you, your blood on its snout. It lifts its front paw for a final blow and you can't do anything but lie back, realizing this may be how it ends. [[Dissolution.|4c3]] <<set $plan -= 1>><<set $shoulder to "yes">>

You lie back, staring at its ugly form. There's something odd about its demeanor, you want to see what it does. You take a deep breath as it lifts its paw, easing the pressure from your chest. Their sharp claw comes towards your face, scratching a deep line across your forehead. There's a certain curiosity in their manner. You lie deathly still as the blood runs down your face, staring at the holes on the creature's skull. Something causes the beast to recoil from you, pushing its hollow face away from your bleeding one. You have sated its curiosity and it seems displeased. As it's sharp teeth turn back to face you, you realize this might be how it ends. [[Dissolution.|4c3]] <<set $plan += 1>><<set $shoulder to "no">>

There's a figure standing there, dressed in patched clothing and brandishing a bow. Their <<cycle "$veineyes" autoselect>><<option "icy blue">><<option "forest green">><<option "bright amber">><<option "warm brown">><<option "deep black">><</cycle>> eyes bore into you, as you try to get up from your place in the ground. The stranger walks closer towards you, and you notice their <<cycle "$veinhairlength" autoselect>><<option "long">><<option "short">><<option "medium length">><</cycle>><<cycle "$veinhaircolor" autoselect>><<option "midnight black">><<option "dark brown">><<option "light brown">><<option "fiery red">><<option "platinum blond">> <<option "golden blond">><<option "silver grey">><</cycle>> hair and their <<cycle "$veinskin" autoselect>><<option "onyx">><<option "tawny">><<option "umber">><<option "olive">><<option "tan">> <<option "rosy">><<option "ivory">><</cycle>> skin. Most of all, you notice how beautiful they are. You start walking towards <<cycle "$veingender" autoselect>><<option "him">><<option "her">><</cycle>>. [[The stranger lowers the bow.]]

<<if $veingender eq "him">><<set $vman to "man">><<set $vthey to "he">> <<set $vthem to "him">> <<set $vtheirs to "his">><<set $vtheir to "his">><<set $vThey to "He">> <<set $vThem to "Him">> <<set $vTheirs to "His">><<set $vTheir to "His">><<elseif $veingender eq "her">><<set $vman to "woman">><<set $vthey to "she">> <<set $vthem to "her">> <<set $vtheirs to "hers">><<set $vtheir to "her">><<set $vThey to "She">> <<set $vThem to "Her">> <<set $vTheirs to "Hers">><<set $vTheir to "Her">><</if>> As soon as $vtheir bow comes down, a sharp spear is pointed at $vtheir throat. Pevan stands to the strangers side, having managed to unpin themselves from under the heavy tree. "Who are you?" They say, their voice steady. You're surprised by their manner, but their paranoia is to be expected after everything that's happened. If anything, you should feel glad that they're protective. The stranger laughs softly at the spear pointed to $vtheir throat, inclining $vtheir head slightly away from it. "My name is <<textbox "$vname" "">>" $vThey says, still looking towards you. $vTheir gaze is soft and unguarded as $vthey checks your body for injuries. "Though I doubt that means anything to you." [[Pevan still doesn't drop their spear.]]

<<if $vname eq "Reva">> [[Nope don't do that.|The stranger lowers the bow.]] <<elseif $vname eq "Faren">> [[Nope don't do that.|The stranger lowers the bow.]] <<elseif $vname eq "Kal">> [[Nope don't do that.|The stranger lowers the bow.]] <<elseif $vname eq "Krev">> [[Nope don't do that.|The stranger lowers the bow.]] <<elseif $vname eq "Ajuna">> [[Nope don't do that.|The stranger lowers the bow.]] <<elseif $vname eq "Pevan">> [[Nope don't do that.|The stranger lowers the bow.]] <<elseif $vname eq "Dasius">> [[Nope don't do that.|The stranger lowers the bow.]] <<elseif $vname eq "Bitch">> //I hate you.// You hear an omniprescent voice in your head. <<elseif $vname eq "Ass">> //I hate you.// You hear an omniprescent voice in your head. <<elseif $vname eq "Dick">> //I hate you.// You hear an omniprescent voice in your head. <<elseif $vname eq "Fuck">> //I hate you.// You hear an omniprescent voice in your head. <<elseif $vname eq "Fuckface">> //I hate you.// You hear an omniprescent voice in your head. <<elseif $vname eq "Baby girl">> //I hate you.// You hear an omniprescent voice in your head. <<elseif $vname eq "Vein">> You feel a pleasant sensation through your body as you hear the stranger say $vtheir name out loud. It suits them. You hear another voice speak up from behind you. "I recommend you start talking unless you want the soldier to bring that thing any closer." You hear Ajuna say, as she comes to stand beside you. She glances at you with a worried look on her face, her eyes drifting to the <<if $shoulder eq "no">> gash on your forehead. <<else>>blood on your shoulder.<</if>> $vname shifts $vtheir gaze to Ajuna, looking at her with a mollifying expression. "I'm guessing you are all from Tree Ledici." $vThey say, turning their face to survey the rest of your group. "I'm from Galen, I come to the ground for old-world relics to bring back to my employer. Is that satisfactory?" "You're a smuggler." Says Pevan, raising the spear a little. "What you're doing is illegal, it's heresy." "Maybe up in the trees." Says $vname with an irreverent smile. "Here it isn't." Pevan sighs, lowering their spear. You notice they don't holster it yet, keeping their guard up around the newcomer. Reva approaches the $vman with a strange look on her face, she seems skeptical. "Where in Galen are you from?" She asks, surprising the rest of your group. "All over." $vThey says, laughing a little when Reva raises an eyebrow. "But mostly from the June district, around the bend from the Barrier branch." "I don't know where that is." Says Reva, her eyes still trained on $vname . "I wouldn't expect you to." $vThey replies, looking at her with a condescending smile. As if remembering herself, Reva steps back turning to look at you. She seems embarrassed. After a beat of silence, $vname speaks again. "Look, I know you're distrustful of me, but I think we could help each other." $vThey says, looking mostly towards you. "I know how to survive down here, I could help you." "What do you want in return?" Asks Faren, rising from his spot on the ground. "The areas of the old-world that haven't been ransacked, I can't get close to. They're too dangerous." $vThey begin, crossing $vtheir arms on $vtheir chest. "A lot of them happen to coincide with the Path." "And you want us to what? Help you loot them in exchange for having you travel with us?" Says Faren with a frown. "We don't need your help." $vname laughs sardonically at that, raising $vtheir hand to gesture at you. "Clearly you do." $vThey say to Faren, seeming to bask in the cold glare he's throwing $vthem . "If it weren't for me, your dear Heir would be dead already." <<if $faren gte 10>> Faren turns to look at you, noticing the blood <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>running down your arm<<else>>dripping from your face<</if>> and the way you're holding your ribs. His gaze softens, his cold glare replaced by one of concern. <</if>> With everyone's eyes on you, you speak up. [["How did you kill the beast?" You ask.]] [["Why do you want our help?" You ask.]] [["Were you following us?" You ask.]] <<else>> You hear another voice speak up from behind you. "I'd recommend you start talking unless you want the soldier to bring that thing any closer." You hear Ajuna say, as she comes to stand beside you. She glances at you with a worried look on her face, her eyes drifting to the gash on your cheek. $vname shifts $vtheir gaze to Ajuna, looking at her with a mollifying expression. "I'm guessing you are all from Tree Ledici." $vThey says, turning $vtheir face to survey the rest of your group. "I'm from Galen, I come to the ground for old-world relics and bring them to my employer. Is that satisfactory?" "What you're doing is illegal." Says Pevan, raising the spear a little. "Maybe up in the trees." Says $vname with an irreverent smile. "Here it isn't." Pevan sighs, lowering their spear. You notice they don't holster it yet, keeping their guard up around the newcomer. Reva approaches the $vman with a strange look on her face, she seems skeptical. "Where in Galen are you from?" She asks, surprising the rest of your group. "All over." $vThey says, laughing a little when Reva raises an eyebrow. "But mostly from the June district, around the bend from the Barrier branch." "I don't know where that is." Says Reva, her eyes still trained on $vname . "I wouldn't expect you to." $vThey replies, looking at her with a condescending smile. As if remembering herself, Reva steps back turning to look at you. She seems embarrassed. After a beat of silence, $vname speaks out again. "Look, I know you're distrustful of me, but I think we could help each other." $vThey says, looking mostly towards you. "I know how to survive down here, I could help you." "What do you want in return?" Says Faren, rising from his spot on the ground. "The areas of the old-world that haven't been ransacked, I can't get close to. They're too dangerous." $vThey begins, crossing $vtheir arms on $vtheir chest. "A lot of them happen to coincide with the Path." "And you want us to what? Help you loot them in exchange for having you travel with us?" Responds Faren with a frown. "We're not that desperate for help." $vname laughs sardonically at that, raising $vtheir hand to gesture at you. "Clearly you are." $vThey say to Faren, seeming to bask in the cold glare the Arborist throws $vthem . "If it weren't for me, your dear Heir would be dead already." <<if $faren gte 10>> Faren turns to look at you, noticing the blood dripping from your face and the way you're holding your ribs. His gaze softens, his cold glare replaced by one of concern. <</if>> With everyone's eyes on you, you speak up. [["How did you kill the beast?" You ask.]] [["Why do you want our help?" You ask.]] [["Were you following us?" You ask.]] <</if>>

"How did you kill the beast?" You ask $vthem , looking at the quiver of arrows $vthey 's carrying on $vtheir back. <<if $stab eq "yes">>" I stabbed its skull and it still wouldn't quit." "You probably didn't stab it enough." $vThey tells you, staring at the beast still lying immobile. "It takes more than one hit to their growth to kill them."<<else>> "You have to puncture their growth to kill them, it's their... nervous system. But it usually takes more than one hit." $vThey tells you, staring at the beast to check it's still lying immobile.<</if>> "The flower you mean?" You ask, your hand rising subconsciously up to your head. You wonder what it must feel like to have something growing in your brain. "Yes, the flower." $vThey replies with a smile, tilting $vtheir head to look at you. "I guess you can put it that way." You stare back at the beast, wary of its body. It looks dead, that's indisputable. However, you can't help but feel uneasy about the growth. Both the stone and the bulb disintegrated when you killed it, but this one remains. It may be pierced and bruised, but it's still there. "So?" $vname asks interrupting your thoughts, $vtheir expression hopeful. "What do you say?" [["You can come with us." You say.]] [["I don't think we can trust you." You say.]] [["We will vote on whether you can come or not." You say.]]

"Why do you want our help?" You ask, still skeptical of $vtheir motives. "Travelling with a group is a lot safer than by myself." $vThey says, raising an eyebrow. "I may have had the killing blow, but your party did some serious damage to that bear." "Bear?" You ask, the word unfamiliar on your lips. "What-" "I forget this is your first time here." $vThey interrupts you shaking $their head. "That's what we call the beasts." "Who's we?" You ask, your mind reeling with all this new information. "The people who frequent the ground. The smugglers, the explorers with a taste for danger, the Hilenites, me." $vThey says, clearly knowledgable on the ground's ecosystem. You have the urge to sit down as you hear this. You, once again, feel like you've been left in the dark. "So?" $vThey asks, $vtheir expression hopeful. "What do you say?" [["You can come with us." You say.]] [["I don't think we can trust you." You say.]] [["We will vote on whether you can come or not." You say.]]

"Were you following us?" You ask, the suspicion evident in your tone. $vname doesn't seem to take it personally, throwing you an amused smile. "I was in the area." $vThey respond gesturing towards the trees. "I didn't need to be following you to hear the commotion you caused." "Did you not hear the Hilenites ask for help?" You ask $vthem , turning your gaze towards the bodies lying on the ground. $vTheir face sours at the mention of the Hilenites, ignoring their bodies completely. "They can't be trusted." $vThey respond. "They're more likely to cause me harm than the beast you just faced." You nod at that, unsurprised. Tree Hilen had always been a ghost story amongst the people of Ledici. It's not far-fetched to believe that their people are dangerous. <<if $religious lt 0>>What else could you expect from religious fanatics?<<else>>What else could you expect from pagans?<</if>> "So?" $vThey asks, $vtheir expression hopeful. "What do you say?" [["You can come with us." You say.]] [["I don't think we can trust you." You say.]] [["We will vote on whether you can come or not." You say.]]

The beast freezes in place, the hollow holes where its eyes should be staring at you as two sharp arrows come flying from the trees. They embed themselves deep into the creature's skull. It turns towards the source of the strikes, only to have two more arrows come flying at it. It doesn't take long before the beast is toppling on its side, lying immobile. [[You turn towards the woods.]]

"You can come with us." You tell $vthem , watching the corners of $vtheir mouth quirk up with a smile. "Perfect." $vThey says with a glint in $vtheir $veineyes eyes. "You won't regret this..." "$name ." You reply, feeling somewhat vulnerable. You don't often have to introduce yourself in the canopy. You see Faren bristle as you answer, clearly displeased by your decision. Ajuna puts a hand on your shoulder, lending you her support. Kal lets out a breath of air, though you can't tell if it's from relief or disappointment. "We should try to set up camp here." Says Ajuna after a beat. "We can't move the Reverend very far in his condition." You grimace at the thought of settling so close to the dead bodies, but you guess it can't be avoided. "I'll help." Says $vname , eager to earn $vtheir place in your party. [[You clean up what you can.]] <<set $veinstay to "yes">>

"I don't think we can trust you." You tell $vthem, your eyes narrowing as you look $vthem over. "We're going to take our chances." $vThey smile sadly at you, clearly disappointed by your response. "I understand." $vThey says, nodding at you. "I wish you safe travels..." <<if $vein gte 0>> "$name ." You reply, feeling somewhat vulnerable. You don't often have to introduce yourself in the canopy. " $name ." $vThey repeats, seeming to savour your name on $vtheir lips. With that, $vthey turns away, disappearing into the shadow of the trees. What an odd $man . You know it was smart to turn $vthem away, but you can't help but feel a little magnetized by $vthem . A part of you wants to call for $vname before it's too late, but you don't. You let $vthem go. <<else>> You don't answer, refusing to tell $vthem your name. You almost feel bad as you see $vtheir face fall when you leave $vthem hanging. Then you remind yourself that you can't trust anyone. With that, $vthey turns away, disappearing into the shadow of the trees. What an odd person. You know it was smart to turn $vthem away, but you can't help but feel a little magnetized by $vthem . A part of you wants to call for $vname before it's too late, but you don't. You let $vthem go.<</if>> "We should try to set up camp here." Says Ajuna after a beat. "We can't move the Reverend very far in his condition." You grimace at the thought of settling so close to the dead bodies, but you guess it can't be avoided. [[You clean up what you can.]]

You look towards your companions before replying, realizing that they should have a say in the matter as well. You're on the path to become a leader, and that means being able to listen to the opinion of others. "We will vote on it." You say, gesturing to your party. "What does everyone think?" "I don't think we can trust $vthem yet." Says Faren, side-eyeing $vname . "$vThey may have saved your life but that doesn't mean we owe $vthem anything in return." $vname grins coldly at Faren as $vthey brushes a loose strand of hair out of $vtheir face. "I like our odds better with someone who actually knows the ground." Says Reva, eyeing the stranger. "Just because we can't trust $vthem doesn't mean that $vthey can't be an asset." "I would like them to stay as well." Says Ajuna, looking at $vname curiously. "There are many things I would like to ask $vthem ." Of course she would say that. Thinking of Ajuna's interrogation has you almost feeling bad for $vname . "I don't think we should keep them." Speaks Krev, reminding you of his presence. "You have me. We don't need a stranger's advice." "I agree." Says Pevan, their body still tense. "I'd rather we take our chances." You think you see $vname roll $vtheir eyes at that, but $vthey doesn't comment. "We should take them." Says Kal, their voice defeated. That surprises you, you assumed they'd be distrustful of strangers. They don't elaborate further. $vname shuffles in place, surveying your party. The Reverend is still out, his unconscious figure breathing steadily against a tree. "If I counted that right, it's a tie." $vThey says, $vtheir eyes boring into yours. "I ask you again. What will it be?" [["You can come with us." You say.]] [["I don't think we can trust you." You say.]] <<set $vote to "yes">>

As Ajuna heals the Reverend, the rest of your party pulls the bodies away from the camp. Faren uses his remaining strength to cover them in roots, somewhat burying them in the process. You set up camp promptly, ready to rest your aching body after the fight. Your rib is bruised, making it harder for you to breathe. //At least it's not fractured.// you think, trying to look at the bright side. <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>You lift your hand to touch your shoulder gingerly. The blood that was running down your arm is now sticky and dry, but the wound itself is still open. You try not to move it too much, lest you widen it.<<else>>Your hand comes to the scratch on your forehead. It's deep, deeper than you thought, the edges still wet with blood. It's definitely going to leave a scar.<</if>> Your companions begin to settle around the camp, tents coming up around you.<<if $veinstay eq "yes">> You notice $vname carries a tent similar to the rest, though the dye is a deep purple.<</if>> You go to set yours, but you have to stop as the pain in your ribs becomes unbearable. You grimace, letting the tent canvas drop on the ground. You just need a short break to catch your breath, you tell yourself. //You can do this.// <<if $reva gte 15>>[[Reva comes to your side, picking the canvas up silently.]] <</if>> <<if $faren gte 10>>[["Sit down, fool." Says Faren, leading you to the toppled trunk.]] <</if>> <<if $kal gte 5>>[["You're forcing yourself." Says Kal, picking up one side of the sheet of canvas. "Take the other side, we'll do it together."]] <</if>> [["Let me help you." Says Pevan as they walk towards you, leading you to sit on the toppled trunk.]] <<if $veinstay eq "yes">> [[You sit down on the fallen trunk, feeling somewhat defeated.]] <</if>>

Reva comes to your side, picking the canvas up. She gently takes the tent poles from your hands, and you stare at her kindness dumbstruck. There are no witty comments, no banter. She just sets herself to the task silently, making sure you have shelter for the night. You go up to help her, but she just lifts a hand to stop you, settling the last pegs. She shakes her hands as she rises, looking at you with soft eyes. Maybe it's the way you're still staring at her in surprise or the fact that her generosity didn't go unnoticed, but Reva suddenly becomes self-conscious. She turns away, brushing her wild hair from her face. "You need to get your wounds checked out." She says, walking away. You stand there confused until she returns with a pack in her hand. There are gauzes and salves in it. [["Ajuna can clean them up, you don't need to do this." You tell her.]] [["Thank you, Reva." You tell her genuinely.]] [["You think these are bad?" You say, tilting an eyebrow. "You should see the other guy."]] <<set $reva += 5>>

"You're forcing yourself." Says Kal, picking up one edge of the sheet of canvas. "Take the other side, we'll do it together." You startle at the sound of their voice. You're wondering how they managed to sneak up on you until you turn to look at them. Their mask is still on but they're not donning their usual breastplate and braces. Instead, they're wearing a long-sleeved white shift and loose dark pants. They must have been getting ready for bed when they saw you struggling. You feel a pang of guilt at the notion. "Well?" They say, interrupting your train of thought. You rush over to the other side of the canvas, stretching the fabric taut over the tent poles. Kal pushes down the pegs with their foot, kicking them down to bury them. You're about to settle in, ready to retire for the night, when you hear Kal's voice. "Not yet." They say, sitting down on a fallen log to your right. "We need to look at your wounds." They set a small pack down on their lap, adjusting their mask as they dig through it. They pull out some wrapped gauze and a pale vial. [["I can deal with this myself." You tell them stubbornly. They already helped you enough.]] [["It's just a scratch." You tell them with a small smile. "I've had worse."]] [["Okay." You tell them, going to sit beside them. "Thank you."]] <<set $kal +=5>>

"Sit down, fool." Says Faren, leading you to the toppled trunk. He stands over you as you watch him with narrowed eyes, waiting for you to sit down. Once he's sure you're settled, he goes towards where you discarded the canvas for your tent. "What are you doing?" You ask him as he lifts the fabric, collecting the poles and pegs from the ground. You go to stand when he turns to give you a dirty look. He begins setting up your tent with a little help from his Arborism, stabilizing the pegs by rooting them to the ground. "Faren, stop." You tell him, wondering why he would do this for you. //What is he expecting in return?// "No." He says stubbornly without bothering to look at you. You can only sigh in frustration as he finishes building your shelter for the night. As if that wasn't bad enough, he then approaches you with a small bag in his hands, kneeling down on the soft earth in front of you. He doesn't explain, he just fishes out clean gauze and ointments from the bright knitted pouch. You realize what he's trying to do as he looks up towards <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>the bite on your shoulder. <<else>>the scratch on your face.<</if>> [["Ajuna can do this." You tell him.]] [["What are you doing?" You ask.]] [["You're not a healer." You tell him.]] <<set $faren += 5>>

"Ajuna can clean them up, you don't need to do this." You tell her, feeling like she's done enough for you already. You don't want to be a burden. Reva sighs at you, dragging you to the ground in front of her. "Ajuna has her hands busy with the Reverend." She says, crossing her legs as she examines your wounds. "Don't be silly and let me help." She leaves little room for argument as her hands come up to examine your <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>shoulder, pushing your torn tunic away to get a good look at the bite.<<else>> forehead, <<if $hairlength eq "bald">>tilting your head towards her so she can get a good look at the scratch.<<elseif $hairlength eq "cropped">>tilting your head towards her so she can get a good look at the scratch.<<elseif $hairlength eq "cropped">>tilting your head towards her so she can get a good look at the scratch.<<elseif $hairtex eq "braided">>brushing a stray braid from your face to take a good look at the scratch.<<else>>brushing some strands of $haircolor hair from your face to take a good look at the scratch.<</if>><</if>> You can tell she's fighting a grimace by the way her eyes squint at the dried blood. Reva breaks the silence, her voice shaky. "You..." She starts, cutting herself off mid-sentence. "I thought you were dead." [[You're still trying to process what happened. You feel numb.]] [[You feel anxiety seeping into your lungs. It's getting harder to breath and you don't think its from your bruised rib.]] [[You still feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You feel great, more alive than ever.]]

"Thank you, Reva." You tell her genuinely. Your heart feels full by her care. Reva shoots you a frail smile, leading you to sit on the ground. She sits in front of you, crossing her legs as she examines your wounds. There's a small frown on her face as she begins to prepare the soft gauze. "You..." She starts, cutting herself off mid-sentence. "I thought you were dead." She takes a shaky breath in, her hands coming up to examine your <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>shoulder, pushing your torn tunic away to get a good look at the bite.<<else>> forehead, <<if $hairlength eq "bald">>tilting your head towards her so she can get a good look at the scratch.<<elseif $hairlength eq "cropped">>tilting your head towards her so she can get a good look at the scratch.<<elseif $hairlength eq "cropped">>tilting your head towards her so she can get a good look at the scratch.<<elseif $hairtex eq "braided">>brushing a stray braid from your face to take a good look at the scratch.<<else>>brushing some strands of $haircolor hair from your face to take a good look at the scratch.<</if>><</if>> You can tell she's fighting a grimace by the way her eyes squint at the dried blood. [[You're still trying to process what happened. You feel numb.]] [[You feel anxiety seeping into your lungs. It's getting harder to breath and you don't think its from your bruised rib.]] [[You still feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You feel great, more alive than ever.]]

"You think these are bad?" You reply, tilting an eyebrow. "You should see the other guy." Reva laughs, but it sounds shaky and frail. The concern in her gaze makes you want to look away. <<if $bearfight eq "no">>"I saw the other guy." She says, her eyes darkening. "We barely made a scratch on it before that smuggler arrived." You exhale a frustrated breath at that. That fight wasn't exactly your best performance.<<else>>"You did quite a number on it." She says, shaking her head with a smile. "I wish that had been enough."<</if>> Before you can delve too much into it, Reva leads you to sit on the ground. She sits cross-legged in front of you, looking over your wounds. There's a small frown on her face as she begins to prepare the soft gauze. "You..." She starts, cutting herself off mid-sentence. "I thought you were dead." She takes a shaky breath in, her hands coming up to examine your <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>shoulder, pushing your torn tunic away to get a good look at the bite.<<else>> forehead, <<if $hairlength eq "bald">>tilting your head towards her so she can get a good look at the scratch.<<elseif $hairlength eq "cropped">>tilting your head towards her so she can get a good look at the scratch.<<elseif $hairlength eq "cropped">>tilting your head towards her so she can get a good look at the scratch.<<elseif $hairtex eq "braided">>brushing a stray braid from your face to take a good look at the scratch.<<else>>brushing some strands of $haircolor hair from your face to take a good look at the scratch.<</if>><</if>> You can tell she's fighting a grimace by the way her eyes squint at the dried blood. [[You're still trying to process what happened. You feel numb.]] [[You feel anxiety seeping into your lungs. It's getting harder to breath and you don't think its from your bruised rib.]] [[You still feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You feel great, more alive than ever.]]

You're still trying to process what happened. You feel numb, your mind reeling from the events of the day. You almost died. It should scare you, but you feel nothing. "I'm not." You reply, unsure of what else to say. Reva must notice your glazed eyes, her hands steadying you as she dabs some cleaning salve on your wound. She cleans the dried cracked blood around it, folding the gauze to apply it to the opening. She seems comfortable patching you up, her hands moving swiftly between the pack and your body. At your silence, Reva starts talking. She seems concerned, her eyes trying to latch into your absent gaze. "You won't believe what I heard about Chancellor Torin." She says, trying to keep your mind off your wounds. [[That catches your attention. You meet her eyes, rising to the bait.]] [[You stay silent, too tired for her gossip.]]

You feel the familiar grip of panic in your lungs. It's getting harder to breathe, and you know your bruised rib is not to blame. You're starting to shake a little, your breaths sounding like shallow gasps. Reva notices, her eyes flashing in panic as she puts the gauze down. She scrambles for a second, seeming unsure of what to do. It only takes her a couple of seconds to regain her composture, her hands coming up to hold your arms steadily. "Tell me what you need." She says, tightening her grip. You feel like you're battling your own body. It reminds you of your illness, suddenly you're a helpless child again. You feel unsafe in your own skin. "$name ." Reva says loudly, trying to snap you out of it. [[You lean your head on her shoulder. You just need her to hold you.]] [[You need space to breathe.]]

You still feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You feel great, more alive than you have in a long time. "You don't have to worry about me Reva." You tell her with bright eyes. "We're going to make it. I'm going to finish the Path." Reva's concern doesn't seem to subside, her hands shaking slightly as she dabs some cleaning salve on your wound. She cleans the dried cracked blood from around it, folding the gauze to apply it on the opening. Even in her current state, she seems comfortable mending wounds. "Where did you learn how to patch people up?" You ask her, bringing her out of her deep focus. She looks up at you, and you notice her eyes are shining. She blinks rapidly as she applies pressure with the gauze, trying to keep her emotions under control. "What?" She asks dumbly, snapping out of whatever train of thought she was on. "You're good at this." You tell her softly, realizing how much this fight affected her. "I was wondering how you learnt to heal others..." She smiles at you then, glad to have something else to focus on. "Here and there." She says, not delving too much into specifics. "I used to move around a lot when I was younger. Met a lot of interesting people that taught me lots of interesting skills." [["Interesting skills?" You ask, grinning playfully at her.]] [["I'm guessing that explains your skill with the daggers too." You tell her.]] [["I'd love to hear more about these people." You say.]]

"I'm guessing that explains your skill with the daggers too." You tell her, thinking of the ease with which she operated the sharp weapons. Reva seems to tense a little at that, keeping her eyes on her work. "It's a useful skill to have." She says noncommittally. "I need to be able to defend myself." "I'm grateful for it." You say. You weren't trying to unsettle her. "You're a good ally to have." Reva's lips quirk at that, sending you a quick wink. "A fearsome enemy as well." She says, applying salve on your wound. You flinch a little at the sting. "Be sure to stay on my good side." You laugh a little at that, staring at Reva's kind eyes. She can be scary when she chooses, but as she wraps the soft gauze on your cut she looks everything but. "All done." She says eventually, packing up her stuff. "You should get some rest, Dukeling." [[You don't want her to leave just yet. You take hold of her hand before she rises.]] [["Thank you." You tell her, grateful for her kindness.]] [[You let her leave without preambles, you need to get some rest.]] <<set $brash +=1>>

"I'd love to hear more about the people you met." You tell her softly, thinking of how these strangers shaped her into the person she is now. Reva smiles weakly at that, her mind lost in memory. "I used to know someone that had the meanest mug you could imagine." She tells you, her hands working swiftly as she talks. "Everyone was scared of them, even the toughest brats on the branch." "I'm guessing there's a catch." You prompt her, watching her lips quirk into a half smile. "They were an avid bird lover. Spent most of their life training them." She says, trying to keep steady as her chest shakes with laughter. "Every time one of their raven's eggs hatched they would start crying uncontrollably. It was the most hideous sobs you could imagine, too." You laugh with her, glad to see her return to normal. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but sometimes I miss the sound of them." She says, finishing up the dressing on your wound. "You could go visit them." You prompt, trying to lift her spirits. "Once we're back in the Canopy." Her face falls a little at that, averting her gaze from yours. "I could..." She says, starting to pack up. "You should get some rest, Dukeling." [[You don't want her to leave just yet. You take hold of her hand before she rises.]] [["Thank you." You tell her, grateful for her kindness.]] [[You let her leave without preambles, you need to get some rest.]] <<set $meek +=1>>

"Interesting skills?" You ask, grinning playfully at her. "What may those be?" Reva mimics your grin, some of the tension bleeding from her shoulders. "Well..." She begins, her hands spreading salve on your wound. You flinch a little at the sting. "I can write with both hands." To demonstrate, she switches the hands in which she's wrapping your gauze, working with the same ease as before. You laugh a little at her display. //Show off.// "So you're ambidextrous, big deal." You say challengingly, trying to prompt her. "I wasn't just born ambidextrous, Dukeling." She says, falling for your trap. "I used to be a righty. That is until I spent a whole year with my right hand in a mitten." "Why on earth would you do that?" You ask her, bewildered. It seems a little extreme, even for Reva. "To learn to use my left hand, of course." She says non-committally, smiling as she ties off your wrappings. You scoff at her response. She loves being a mystery. "There, all done." She tells you, starting to pack up her stuff. "You should get some rest, Dukeling." [[You don't want her to leave just yet. You take hold of her hand before she rises.]] [["Thank you." You tell her, grateful for her kindness.]] [[You let her leave without preambles, you need to get some rest.]] <<set $humor +=1>>

"What did you hear?" You ask, welcoming the distraction. You've had enough death for one day. You'd rather occupy your mind with something else. "Well..." Starts Reva, looking a lot more in her element. "I heard from one of my sources that Torin has been seen frequenting the Seed districts lately." That surprises you. Torin wouldn't be caught dead in the Seed districts. He was always the most adamant about protecting your status and only mingling with your //"equals"//. "What is he doing in the Seed districts?" You prompt Reva. You suspect she's also trying to take her mind off the carnage. "I don't know... but I have my theories." She's grinning now, although her smile frays at the edges. "I like the idea of Torin having a star-crossed lover." You scoff at that, wincing a little as Reva applies cleaning salve on your wound. "I didn't take you for a romantic." You say, staring at the postulant. The truth is, you wouldn't know. There are many things Reva keeps private from you. Many times she's contradicted herself. "Who said I'm a romantic?" Says Reva, her hands working swiftly on your wound. "Maybe I just like tragedy." Now that seems more plausible. You laugh at Reva, amazed that she was able to snap you out of it with such a simple conversation. You forget how good she can be at manipulating people. She ties your gauze neatly, making sure its firm against the wound. "All done." She says, starting to pack up her stuff. "You should get some rest, Dukeling." [[You don't want her to leave just yet. You take hold of her hand before she rises.]] [["Thank you." You tell her, grateful for her kindness.]] [[You let her leave without preambles, you need to get some rest.]]

At your silence, Reva puts the gauze down. She scrambles for a second, seeming unsure of what to do. It only takes her a couple of seconds to regain composure, her hands holding your arms steadily. "Tell me what you need." She says softly. "How can I make this better?" You feel like you're battling your own body. It reminds you of your illness, suddenly you're a helpless child again. You feel unsafe in your own skin. "$name ." Reva says loudly, trying to snap you out of it. [[You lean your head on her shoulder. You just need her to hold you.]] [[You need space to breathe.]]

You lean your head on her shoulder, shaking as her arms come up around you. She holds you tightly, her warmth enveloping you. She steadies you as you struggle to breathe in, her hands rubbing up and down your back. You focus on that movement, up and down. You match your breathing to it, feeling yourself slowly come back to reality. You stay like that for a while, Reva refusing to let go until you pull back. She tightens her hold for a second before retreating, causing the pain in your ribs to flare up. It's good in a way. It reminds you that you're still alive, it makes you feel centered. "You're okay." Whispers Reva, though you don't know if it's for your sake or her own. As you look at her, you see that you stained her robes with your blood. You can't help the disgust that rises within you, the shame of ruining her clothes in your moment of weakness. "I'm sorry." You tell her, your voice regretful. She follows your gaze to her stained robes, looking at you bewildered. "Don't be ridiculous." She says, catching your gaze with hers. She's fiddling with the gauze in her hands. "Do you still want me to finish patching you up?" You nod, far too tired for words, and let her continue working. Her hands are far more gentle now, as if she could break you if she pushed too hard. She doesn't mention your panic attack. Instead, she shares idle gossip as she cleans your wound, distracting you from the sharp sting of the salve. Her hands work swiftly, clearly experienced with this kind of work. "All done." She says eventually, packing up her stuff. "You should get some rest, Dukeling." [[You don't want her to leave just yet. You take hold of her hand before she rises.]] [["Thank you." You tell her, grateful for her kindness.]] [[You let her leave without preambles, you need to get some rest.]]

"I..." You begin, but you can't get the words out. Instead, you remove Reva's hands from your arms, pushing her away from you. She doesn't seem rejected, she just continues to look at you with concern as you bring your forehead to your knees. You close your eyes, shielding yourself from the rest of the world as you try to calm your breathing. It takes you a while, but eventually, you feel some of the tension leave your body, your lungs decompressing. You exhale a long breath, rubbing your legs with your hands. "$name ?" Asks Reva, still in the same spot you left her. "I'm okay." You say, bringing your face up to look at her. "I just needed a minute." Reva nods, her hands going back into her pack. She seems to hesitate for a second, looking between you and her supplies. "Is it okay... do you still want me to finish patching you up?" She says, fiddling with the gauze in her hands. You nod, far too tired for words, and let her continue working. Her hands are far more gentle now, as if she could break you if she pushed too hard. She doesn't mention your panic attack. Instead, she shares idle gossip as she cleans your wound, distracting you from the sharp sting of the salve. Her hands work swiftly, clearly experienced with this kind of work. "All done." She says eventually, packing up her stuff. "You should get some rest, Dukeling." [[You don't want her to leave just yet. You take hold of her hand before she rises.]] [["Thank you." You tell her, grateful for her kindness.]] [[You let her leave without preambles, you need to get some rest.]]

You reach for her, causing her to turn around with a start. She stares at your hand for only a second before twining her fingers in yours. Her eyes rise to your face, a question burning within them. "Stay?" You ask her, willing your voice steady. "Just for a little while." She plops on the ground next to you, her hand still tight in yours. "Okay." She whispers back. She stays for longer than a little while. You speak in hushed whispers until you drift asleep on her shoulder. Even then, she stays longer, letting you lean against her. Eventually she leads you to your tent, throwing the bed roll on you so you don't freeze. You're half asleep when you feel her lips brush against your forehead. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]] <<set $ra += 1>>

"Thank you, Reva." You tell her. You don't need to give her a whole spiel for her to know how much you appreciate this. You watch as she walks away from you. She looks back once before she enters her tent, throwing you a small smile. Once she's out of sight you retreat into your tent, tucking yourself into your bedroll. The healing salve is starting to take effect, and you fall asleep feeling grateful to have Reva as a friend. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]]

You watch as she walks away from you. She looks back once before she enters her tent, throwing you a small smile. Once she's out of sight you retreat into your tent, tucking yourself into your bedroll. The healing salve is starting to take effect, and you fall asleep feeling grateful to have Reva as a friend. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]]

You sit around a small crackling fire with your companions as you watch Ajuna brew her tea. Her eyebags seem more pronounced today, her eyes dull and sunken in. She spent most of last night healing the Reverend, and you can see how much it drained her. She takes a slow sip from her cup, letting out a pleased sigh. The Reverend, on the other hand, looks none the worse for wear. He's sitting primly on a large stone, his concussion all but gone. He's reading a small book of scriptures, muttering to himself now and then. <<if $veinstay eq "yes">>He's sitting next to $vname , having made $vtheir aquaintance this morning. After his initial shock wore off, he seemed somewhat relieved to have someone aid him navigate the ground. <</if>> "I didn't think we'd see Hilenites on the ground." Says Pevan, lifting their mask to take a bite from their Midas bread. They have slowly become more flippant about their uniform, revealing more and more about themselves. Although they keep their armor on, for good reason, they allow themselves a respite from the mask when it becomes inconvenient. "They've always been an odd bunch." Replies Reva, leaning forwards with a mischievous smile. "I heard they tie their firstborns from their branches as a sacrifice to the gods." "Don't be ridiculous." Says Faren with a deadpan expression. "They only do that to their secondborn." Krev shakes his head with a frown, looking at your young companions disapprovingly. "You won't be joking if try their hand against us." He says, scolding them. "The Hilenites are formidable foes." "So you know something about them?" Asks Reva, her eyes brightening. "I can't say much, you know that." Replies Krev, lowering his eyes. <<if $veinstay eq "yes">>"I can tell you that they don't like outsiders." Says $vname , their pretty face twisting with a scowl. "They're a plague on the ground." "That's a strong word to use for a group of people." Says Ajuna, squinting her eyes at $vname . "Most of what I know is history, but it may help us understand them better."<<else>>"I can only tell you their history." Says Ajuna, silencing the rest of your group. "But it may help you understand them better."<</if>> "They were decimated by a civil war hundreds of years back." You tell her, thinking back to what you've read about them. "What does that have to do with them traveling to the ground?" [[Ajuna straightens, taking a deep breath before she begins to speak.]]

"You've done enough for me already." You tell them, feeling like a child under their care. "I've only done what's right." They reply, shaking their head slightly as they take a seat besides you. Pevan takes their gloves off before they start, rinsing their hands with a pungent liquid from one of the bottles in their kit. Their rough hands are surprisingly gentle as they examine <<if $shoulder eq "no">>the gash on your forehead, stopping for a second to make sure you're ok with them touching your face.<<else>>the bite on your shoulder, stopping for a second to make sure you're ok with them pushing your tunic down your arm. <</if>> You give them a quick nod and they continue. "This may hurt a little." They say as they apply the cool salve on your wound. It does hurt. You try not to flinch at the sting of the pale green solution, looking away into the trees. "Done. Hard part's over." They say. You can't tell under their mask, but it sounds like they're smiling. They begin to wrap your wound with soft gauze, making sure not to make it too tight. "Thank you." You tell them, unsure of how to react to their kindness. "We can act like it never happened." They respond, patting you on the arm. "As far as anyone else knows, the Ledici heir is invincible." You chuckle softly at that, lamenting that you were so transparent. You're not the best at asking for help. At letting other people see that you're human. . "Get some rest, $name ." They tell you as they leave. Once they're out of sight you retreat into your tent, tucking yourself into your bedroll. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]]

"I can ask Ajuna later." You tell them, feeling like you've burdened them enough already. "You don't have to worry about this." Pevan shakes their head with an exhasperated laugh, sitting on the trunk besides you. "Ajuna is going to be busy with the Reverend." They say, gesturing to her. She's hunched over the still sleeping Reverend, working her hands over his head. "You can afford to accept a little help." Pevan takes their gloves off before they start, rinsing their hands with a pungent liquid from one of the bottles in their kit. Their rough hands are suprisingly gentle as they examine <<if $shoulder eq "no">>the gash on your forehead, stopping for a second to make sure you're ok with them touching your face.<<else>>the bite on your shoulder, stopping for a second to make sure you're ok with them pushing your tunic down your arm. <</if>> You give them a quick nod and they continue. "This may hurt a little." They say, as they apply the cool salve on your wound. It does hurt. You try not to flinch at the sting of the pale green solution, looking away into the trees. "Done. Hard part's over." They say. You can't tell under their mask, but it sounds like they're smiling. They begin to wrap your wound with soft gauze, making sure not to make it too tight. "Thank you." You tell them, unsure of how to react to their kindness. "We can act like it never happened." They respond, patting you on the arm. "As far as anyone else knows, the Ledici heir is invincible." You chuckle softly at that, lamenting that you were so transparent. You're not the best at asking for help. At letting other people see that you're human. "Get some rest, $name ." They tell you as they leave. Once they're out of sight you retreat into your tent, tucking yourself into your bedroll. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]]

"Okay." You reply quietly, letting Pevan sit down next to you with their kit. Pevan takes their gloves off before they start, rinsing their hands with a pungent liquid from one of the bottles in their kit. Their rough hands are surprisingly gentle as they examine <<if $shoulder eq "no">>the gash on your forehead, stopping for a second to make sure you're ok with them touching your face.<<else>>the bite on your shoulder, stopping for a second to make sure you're ok with them pushing your tunic down your arm. <</if>> You give them a quick nod and they continue. "This may hurt a little." They say as they apply the cool salve on your wound. It does hurt. You try not to flinch at the sting of the pale green solution, looking away into the trees. "Done. Hard part's over." They say. You can't tell under their mask, but it sounds like they're smiling. They begin to wrap your wound with soft gauze, making sure not to make it too tight. "Thank you." You tell them, unsure of how to react to their kindness. "We can act like it never happened." They respond, patting you on the arm. "As far as anyone else knows, the Ledici heir is invincible." You chuckle softly at that, lamenting that you were so transparent. You hate asking for help, and they can tell. "Get some rest, $name ." They tell you as they leave. Once they're out of sight you retreat into your tent, tucking yourself into your bedroll. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]]

"Thank you." You tell them gratefully, settling down on the log next to them. Pevan takes their gloves off before they start, rinsing their hands with a pungent liquid from one of the bottles in their kit. Their rough hands are surprisingly gentle as they examine <<if $shoulder eq "no">>the gash on your forehead, stopping for a second to make sure you're ok with them touching your face.<<else>>the bite on your shoulder, stopping for a second to make sure you're ok with them pushing your tunic down your arm. <</if>> You give them a quick nod and they continue. "This may hurt a little." They say as they apply the cool salve on your wound. It does hurt. You try not to flinch at the sting of the pale green solution, looking away into the trees. "Done. Hard part's over." They say. You can't tell under their mask, but it sounds like they're smiling. They begin to wrap your wound with soft gauze, making sure not to make it too tight. "Thank you." You tell them, unsure of how to react to their kindness. "We can act like it never happened." They respond, patting you on the arm. "As far as anyone else knows, the Ledici heir is invincible." You chuckle softly at that, lamenting that you were so transparent. You're not the best at asking for help. At letting other people see that you're human. . "Get some rest, $name ." They tell you as they leave. Once they're out of sight you retreat into your tent, tucking yourself into your bedroll. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]]

You sit down on the trunk, feeling somewhat defeated. You rest your elbows on your knees, one hand coming up to your face as the other cradles your bruised rib. You lift your gaze as you hear someone settle down next to you, their clothes rustling with the movement. $vname is sitting comfortably on the fallen tree, looking at you with an amused smile on $vtheir face. "Would you like some help?" $vThey asks, gesturing towards the tent canvas you discarded. You shake your head with a wry laugh as they set the tent for you. "You don't have to do that." You tell them, starting to rise from your spot. "It'll make me look good in front of your little group." They say, smiling back at you. "Sit down." You don't need to be told twice. Your whole body is aching from exhaustion. $vname sets the tent up easily, putting your previous efforts to shame. $vThey comes sit next to you after $vthey 's done, reaching into $vtheir pack. "You have to get that looked at." $vThey says, gesturing towards the <<if $shoulder eq "yes">> bite on your shoulder.<<else>>gash on your forehead.<</if>> Your hand subconsciously goes to your wound, obscuring it from sight. "I'll ask again..." $vThey says, watching you with an eyebrow raised. "Would you like some help?" [["I'll deal with it later." You say, trying to get them off your back.]] [["Okay." You say quietly, accepting their help.]] [["You're quite eager to get your hands on me." You tell them playfully, accepting their help.]] <<set $vein +=5>>

"Okay." You say quietly, accepting their help. It feels a bit odd, to accept help from a stranger, especially with something so... intimate. You allow $vthem to sit closer to you, turning your body towards $vthem . You see $vthem wince a little as $vthey examines your wounds. "That bad?" You ask, watching as $vthey pulls some gauze out of $vtheir pack. $vThey chuckles a little at that, watching you sheepishly. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I'm not the biggest fan of blood." "You don't have to do this." You respond. You already feel like you're burdening $vthem . "No, I want to." $vThey replies, a determined look on $vtheir face. <<if $shoulder eq "yes">> $vThey pushes the tunic of your robe down a little and you flinch in surprise, before realizing $vthey 's just trying to uncover the bite on your shoulder.<<else>> $vThey brings $vtheir hands up to your face, causing you to flinch in surprise. Then you realize $vthey 's just trying to examine the scratch on your forehead.<</if>> "Didn't mean to scare you." $vThey says with a chuckle at your reaction. "You just surprised me." You answer, as $vthey starts cleaning your wound with some salve. $vTheir touch is gentle, and quick. $vThey seems to be experienced patching people up, which shouldn't come as a surprise considering $vthey 's used to traveling on the ground. You wonder what it entails to be a smuggler of the old-world, what kinds of dangers $vthey faces on the daily... how long $vthey 's been facing them alone. "This is going to leave a nasty scar." $vThey says after a beat, looking at you from under $vtheir eyelashes. [[You always thought scars made you look good. Tougher.]] [[Your scars are a part of you. You've never been ashamed of them.]] [[You cringe at the idea. You don't like the thought of your skin being marred.]] [[You really couldn't give a damn about your appearance.]] <<set $meek +=1>>

"I'll deal with it later." You tell $vthem , trying to get $vthem off your back. You have some first aid supplies in your pack, you can clean the wound yourself. You're not eager to have a stranger poking at you. "Suit yourself." $vThey says, leaving you sitting alone. There's no malice in their tone, only a twinge of disappointment. Once they're out of sight you retreat into your tent, tucking yourself into your bedroll. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]] <<set $brash +=1>>

"You're quite eager to get your hands on me." You tell $vthem playfully, wiggling your eyebrows. $vThey smiles, matching the glint in your eyes. "You caught me." $vThey says, raising $vtheir hands up. "Is that a yes?" You nod your head, letting them sit closer to you. You see $vthem wince a little as $vthey examines your wounds. "That bad?" You ask, watching as $vthey pulls some gauze out of $vtheir pack. $vThey chuckles a little at that, watching you sheepishly. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I'm not the biggest fan of blood." "You don't have to do this." You respond. You already feel like you're burdening $vthem . "No, I want to." $vThey replies, a determined look on $vtheir face. <<if $shoulder eq "yes">> $vThey pushes the tunic of your robe down a little and you flinch in surprise, before realizing $vthey 's just trying to uncover the bite on your shoulder.<<else>> $vThey brings $vtheir hands up to your face, causing you to flinch in surprise. Then you realize $vthey 's just trying to examine the scratch on your forehead.<</if>> "Didn't mean to scare you." $vThey says with a chuckle at your reaction. "You just surprised me." You answer, as $vthey starts cleaning your wound with some salve. $vTheir touch is gentle, and quick. $vThey seems to be experienced patching people up, which shouldn't come as a surprise considering $vthey 's used to travelling on the ground. You wonder what it entails to be a smuggler of the old-world, what kinds of dangers $vthey faces on the daily... how long $vthey 's been facing them alone. "This is going to leave a nasty scar." $vThey says after a beat, looking at you from under $vtheir eyelashes. [[You always thought scars made you look good. Tougher.]] [[Your scars are a part of you. You've never been ashamed of them.]] [[You cringe at the idea. You don't like the thought of your skin being marred.]] [[You really couldn't give a damn about your appearance.]] <<set $humor +=1>>

Scars look swell, plain and simple. You always thought Krev's scars proved his skill with a blade, his experience in battle. The scars left from your <<cycle "$tscar" autoselect>><<option "illness">><<option "top surgery">><<option "bottom surgery">><</cycle>> tell a similar story about your own battles. You like to think that when you return to the canopy, the scars that you accumulate from the Path will remind everyone that you were able to complete it. It's a dangerous train of thought, considering you almost died today. "Do you think I'll look handsomely rugged?" You ask $vname with a small smirk. "Definitely." They answer, matching your expression. <<if $kal gte 15>> "I'm sure Kal would agree." That makes you whip your head around, making $vthem stumble with the gauze. "What does Kal have to do with it?" You ask, bewildered. $vname 's eyes go wide, staring at you in embarrassment. "I'm sorry... I thought you two..." $vThey starts, stumbling over $vtheir words. "I thought you were together." [[That's a ridiculous notion.]] [[You barely know Kal, though there's something about the idea that makes your face heat. |kb.]] <<elseif $ra gt $fa>>"I think Reva would agree." That makes you whip your head around, making $vthem stumble with the gauze. "What does Reva have to do with it?" You ask, bewildered. $vname 's eyes go wide, staring at you in embarrassment. "I'm sorry... I thought you two..." $vThey starts, stumbling over $vtheir words. "I thought you were together." [[You like Reva, but you only see her as a friend.]] [[The thought makes your face heat. You hadn't really considered it.|rb]] <<elseif $fa gt $ra>>"I think Faren would agree." That makes you whip your head around, making $vthem stumble with the gauze. "What does Faren have to do with it?" You ask, bewildered. $vname 's eyes go wide, staring at you in embarrassment. "I'm sorry... I thought you two..." $vThey starts, stumbling over $vtheir words. "I thought you were together." [[You can't see Faren that way.]] [[Faren of all people? The thought makes your face heat.|fb]] <<else>>"Your scars make you interesting." $vThey 's looking at you with a sparkle in $vtheir eyes. $vTheir hand comes up to the side of your neck, stabilizing you so $vthey can wrap the wound more comfortably. $vTheir delicate fingers rest right above your artery, and you're sure $vthey can hear your pulse as $vthey works. [[Your heart is beating faster at their contact, heat travelling where their hand meets your neck.]] [[Your pulse speeds up. Your instincts scream danger at a stranger touching your throat.]] <</if>>

Your scars are a part of your history. You don't think much of their aesthetic impact, but of their sentimental one. You have a scar on your knee from a bad scrape from falling in the estate gardens as a child. You have a raised bump on your wrist from a bug bite that you just would not stop scratching. You have scars left from your <<cycle "$tscar" autoselect>><<option "illness">><<option "top surgery">><<option "bottom surgery">><</cycle>>. . They mark your body like a journal, telling your story through your battles. "I don't mind." You tell them with a smile. "It'll be a reminder of the Path." "I think it adds to your charm." $vThey comment with a lopsided smile. <<if $kal gte 15>> "I'm sure Kal would agree." That makes you whip your head around, making $vthem stumble with the gauze. "What does Kal have to do with it?" You ask, bewildered. $vname 's eyes go wide, staring at you in embarrassment. "I'm sorry... I thought you two..." $vThey starts, stumbling over $vtheir words. "I thought you were together." [[That's a ridiculous notion.]] [[You barely know Kal, though there's something about the idea that makes your face heat. |kb.]] <<elseif $ra gt $fa>>"I think Reva would agree." That makes you whip your head around, making $vthem stumble with the gauze. "What does Reva have to do with it?" You ask, bewildered. $vname 's eyes go wide, staring at you in embarrassment. "I'm sorry... I thought you two..." $vThey starts, stumbling over $vtheir words. "I thought you were together." [[You like Reva, but you only see her as a friend.]] [[The thought makes your face heat. You hadn't really considered it.|rb]] <<elseif $fa gt $ra>>"I think Faren would agree." That makes you whip your head around, making $vthem stumble with the gauze. "What does Faren have to do with it?" You ask, bewildered. $vname 's eyes go wide, staring at you in embarrassment. "I'm sorry... I thought you two..." $vThey starts, stumbling over $vtheir words. "I thought you were together." [[You can't see Faren that way.]] [[Faren of all people? The thought makes your face heat.|fb]] <<else>>"Your scars make you interesting." $vThey 's looking at you with a sparkle in $vtheir eyes. $vTheir hand comes up to the side of your neck, stabilizing you so $vthey can wrap the wound more comfortably. $vTheir delicate fingers rest right above your artery, and you're sure $vthey can hear your pulse as $vthey works. [[Your heart is beating faster at their contact, heat travelling where their hand meets your neck.]] [[Your pulse speeds up. Your instincts scream danger at a stranger touching your throat.]] <</if>>

Your appearance is an important part of how you present yourself to the Upper Canopy. You don't like the idea of your skin being marred, of your body being permanently disfigured. You're dreading seeing people react to your new collection of scars at court. <<if $shoulder eq "no">> Considering the wound is on your face, it'll be a lot harder to hide from people.<</if>> $vname must see your reaction, their mouth querking with a small smile. "Don't worry, it adds to your appeal." $vThey says, trying to cheer you up. <<if $kal gte 15>> "I'm sure Kal would agree." That makes you whip your head around, making $vthem stumble with the gauze. "What does Kal have to do with it?" You ask, bewildered. $vname 's eyes go wide, staring at you in embarrassment. "I'm sorry... I thought you two..." $vThey starts, stumbling over $vtheir words. "I thought you were together." [[That's a ridiculous notion.]] [[You barely know Kal, though there's something about the idea that makes your face heat. |kb.]] <<elseif $ra gt $fa>>"I think Reva would agree." That makes you whip your head around, making $vthem stumble with the gauze. "What does Reva have to do with it?" You ask, bewildered. $vname 's eyes go wide, staring at you in embarrassment. "I'm sorry... I thought you two..." $vThey starts, stumbling over $vtheir words. "I thought you were together." [[You like Reva, but you only see her as a friend.]] [[The thought makes your face heat. You hadn't really considered it.|rb]] <<elseif $fa gt $ra>>"I think Faren would agree." That makes you whip your head around, making $vthem stumble with the gauze. "What does Faren have to do with it?" You ask, bewildered. $vname 's eyes go wide, staring at you in embarrassment. "I'm sorry... I thought you two..." $vThey starts, stumbling over $vtheir words. "I thought you were together." [[You can't see Faren that way.]] [[Faren of all people? The thought makes your face heat.|fb]] <<else>>"Your scars make you interesting." $vThey 's looking at you with a sparkle in $vtheir eyes. $vTheir hand comes up to the side of your neck, stabilizing you so $vthey can wrap the wound more comfortably. $vTheir delicate fingers rest right above your artery, and you're sure $vthey can hear your pulse as $vthey works. [[Your heart is beating faster at their contact, heat travelling where their hand meets your neck.]] [[Your pulse speeds up. Your instincts scream danger at a stranger touching your throat.]] <</if>>

<<set $ka -= 10>> You can't see Kal in that light, your feelings for them are purely platonic. You're enjoying getting to know them better, but that doesn't mean you're interested. You should let $vname know that there's nothing going on between you, and that there certainly never will be. "We're not together." You tell $vthem , feeling uncomfortable at the notion. "What made you think that?" $vname rakes $vtheir hand through $vtheir hair, looking away from you embarrassed. "Just an odd hunch." $vThey says with a small smile. "Please don't take any offense." "I'm just confused." You reply, shifting a little on your spot. This is not where you imagined this conversation would be going. "I can be a bit nosy sometimes." $vThey says, resuming the work on your bandages. "I guess I'm trying to find out more about the dynamics in this group. I am traveling with a bunch of strangers, after all." You nod silently, though you're still a little disturbed from $vtheir prying. You don't know if you can trust $vthem yet. Not fully. "You can ask me questions too, you know?" $vThey says hesitantly. It seems like $vthey's trying to clear the air. [["Are you with someone?" You ask. Might as well return the favour.]] [["How did you start smuggling?" You ask. Seems like the best way to understand their character.]] [["How long have you been on the ground?" You ask. You need to understand how they survive here.]]

<<set $ra -= 10>> You can't see Reva in that light, your feelings for her have always been platonic. You like her as a friend. You should let $vname know that there's nothing going on between you, and that there certainly never will be. "We're not together." You tell $vthem , feeling uncomfortable at the notion. "What made you think that?" $vname rakes $vtheir hand through $vtheir hair, looking away from you embarrassed. "I don't know, I guess you just seemed very close to her." $vThey says with a small smile. "Please don't take any offense." "I'm just confused." You reply, shifting a little on your spot. This is not where you imagined this conversation would be going. "I can be a bit nosy sometimes." $vThey says, resuming the work on your bandages. "I guess I'm just trying to find out more about the dynamics in this group. I am travelling with a bunch of strangers, after all." You nod silently, though you are still a little disturbed by $vtheir prying. You don't know if you can trust $vthem yet. Not fully. "You can ask me questions too, you know?" $vThey says hesitantly. It seems like $vthey's trying to clear the air. [["Are you with someone?" You ask. Might as well return the favour.]] [["How did you start smuggling?" You ask. Seems like the best way to understand their character.]] [["How long have you been on the ground?" You ask. You need to understand how they survive here.]]

<<set $fa -= 10>> You can't see Faren in that light, your feelings for him have always been platonic. Most of the time he's just an annoyance. You should let $vname know that there's nothing going on between you, and that there certainly never will be. "We're not together." You tell $vthem , feeling uncomfortable by the notion. "What made you think that?" $vname rakes $vtheir hand through $vtheir hair, looking away from you embarrassed. "I don't know, I guess he just seemed somewhat defensive when I mentioned you before." $vThey says with a small smile. "Please don't take any offense." "I'm just confused." You reply, shifting a little in spot. This is not where you imagined this conversation would be going. "I can be a bit nosy sometimes." $vThey says, resuming the work on your bandages. "I guess I'm trying to find out more about the dynamics in this group. I am travelling with a bunch of strangers, after all." You nod silently, though you are still a little disturbed by $vtheir prying. You don't know if you can trust $vthem yet. Not fully. "You can ask me questions too, you know?" $vThey says hesitantly. It seems like $vthey's trying to clear the air. [["Are you with someone?" You ask. Might as well return the favour.]] [["How did you start smuggling?" You ask. Seems like the best way to understand their character.]] [["How long have you been on the ground?" You ask. You need to understand how they survive here.]]

"What made you think that?" You reply, dumbfounded. It surprises you that $vthey would assume that you and Faren, of all people, are romantically involved. You wonder what could possibly have led $vthem to that. Have you given $vthem any reason to think you're with Faren? Has he? $vname rakes $vtheir hand through $vtheir hair, looking away from you embarrassed. "I don't know, I guess he just seemed protective of you. Unusually so?" $vThey says with a small smile. "Please don't take any offense." You scoff at that, thinking of Faren's attitude towards you. He was definitely concerned, you can't deny that. But you doubt that indicates any romantic feelings towards you. "We're just..." You struggle to think of the words. Your relationship is hard to define. You can't exactly tell $vname that Faren is your biggest rival. "Friends?" They prompt, looking amused. "Yes." You finish, glad that $vthey answered for you. "I can be a bit nosy sometimes." $vThey says, resuming the work on your bandages. "I guess I'm trying to find out more about the dynamics in this group. I am traveling with a bunch of strangers, after all." You nod silently, though you are still a little disturbed by $vtheir prying. You don't know if you can trust $vthem yet. Not fully. "You can ask me questions too, you know?" $vThey says hesitantly. It seems like $vthey's trying to clear the air. [["Are you with someone?" You ask. Might as well return the favour.]] [["How did you start smuggling?" You ask. Seems like the best way to understand their character.]] [["How long have you been on the ground?" You ask. You need to understand how they survive here.]]

You feel your face heating at the thought. You hadn't quite considered it before. <<if $revakiss eq "yes">>At least not until the kiss you shared. Even that was just a dream.<</if>> You were friends before the Path, and your bond has certainly grown since you've descended, but it hasn't become romantic. Not yet, at least. "What makes you think that?" You ask them, genuinely curious. $vname rakes $vtheir hand through $vtheir hair, looking away from you embarrassed. "I don't know, I guess you seemed close. She keeps quite an eye out for you." $vThey says with a small smile. "Please don't take any offense." You do spend a lot of time with Reva, and she did fuss over you after the fight. You can see why someone would assume that you're partners, even though you're just friends. "Reva and I are friends." You say, scratching the back of your neck uncomfortably. "Of course we're close." "Of course. I can be a bit nosy sometimes." $vThey says, resuming the work on your bandages. "I guess I'm trying to find out more about the dynamics in this group. I am travelling with a bunch of strangers, after all." You nod silently, though you are still a little disturbed by $vtheir prying. You don't know if you can trust $vthem yet. Not fully. "You can ask me questions too, you know?" $vThey says hesitantly. It seems like $vthey's trying to clear the air. [["Are you with someone?" You ask. Might as well return the favour.]] [["How did you start smuggling?" You ask. Seems like the best way to understand their character.]] [["How long have you been on the ground?" You ask. You need to understand how they survive here.]]

You don't know Kal very well. You've enjoyed their company so far, and you hope to be friends with them someday, but you don't understand why $vname would think you're together. It wouldn't be proper, to begin with. They're hired to protect you, to serve you. They could lose their position if they were to initiate something with you. "What makes you think that?" You ask them, puzzled by $vtheir assumption. $vname rakes $vtheir hand through $vtheir hair, looking away from you embarrassed. "They like you. Beyond what's mandated by their orders." $vThey says with a small smile. "Please don't take any offense." Kal has been nice to you, but you can't decipher much more than that from them, especially since they're always hidden under a mask. How did $vname come to that conclusion after only spending a couple of hours with you? "Kal is a red guard, my red guard." You say, looking at $vthem quizically. "We can't be partners." "Right... I assumed incorrectly. I can be a bit nosy sometimes." $vThey says, resuming the work on your bandages. "I guess I'm trying to find out more about the dynamics in this group. I am traveling with a bunch of strangers, after all." You nod silently, though you are still a little disturbed by $vtheir prying. You don't know if you can trust $vthem yet. Not fully. "You can ask me questions too, you know?" $vThey says hesitantly. It seems like $vthey's trying to clear the air. [["Are you with someone?" You ask. Might as well return the favour.]] [["How did you start smuggling?" You ask. Seems like the best way to understand their character.]] [["How long have you been on the ground?" You ask. You need to understand how they survive here.]]

You don't care about your appearance, you never really did. You made an effort to make yourself presentable back in the canopy, but that was only because it was expected of you as the Duke's child. Here, however, your looks couldn't matter less. You look at $vname blankly, showing them how much you care. "It adds to your appeal." $vThey comment, trying to prompt a reaction from you. <<if $kal gte 15>> "I'm sure Kal would agree." That makes you whip your head around, making $vthem stumble with the gauze. "What does Kal have to do with it?" You ask, bewildered. $vname 's eyes go wide, staring at you in embarrassment. "I'm sorry... I thought you two..." $vThey starts, stumbling over $vtheir words. "I thought you were together." [[That's a ridiculous notion.]] [[You barely know Kal, though there's something about the idea that makes your face heat. |kb.]] <<elseif $ra gt $fa>>"I think Reva would agree." That makes you whip your head around, making $vthem stumble with the gauze. "What does Reva have to do with it?" You ask, bewildered. $vname 's eyes go wide, staring at you in embarrassment. "I'm sorry... I thought you two..." $vThey starts, stumbling over $vtheir words. "I thought you were together." [[You like Reva, but you only see her as a friend.]] [[The thought makes your face heat. You hadn't really considered it.|rb]] <<elseif $fa gt $ra>>"I think Faren would agree." That makes you whip your head around, making $vthem stumble with the gauze. "What does Faren have to do with it?" You ask, bewildered. $vname 's eyes go wide, staring at you in embarrassment. "I'm sorry... I thought you two..." $vThey starts, stumbling over $vtheir words. "I thought you were together." [[You can't see Faren that way.]] [[Faren of all people? The thought makes your face heat.|fb]] <<else>>"Your scars make you interesting." $vThey 's looking at you with a sparkle in $vtheir eyes. $vTheir hand comes up to the side of your neck, stabilizing you so $vthey can wrap the wound more comfortably. $vTheir delicate fingers rest right above your artery, and you're sure $vthey can hear your pulse as $vthey works. [[Your heart is beating faster at their contact, heat travelling where their hand meets your neck.]] [[Your pulse speeds up. Your instincts scream danger at a stranger touching your throat.]] <</if>>

"Let me help you." Says Pevan as they come to your side, leading you to sit on the toppled trunk. You slump on the tree- you don't have the energy to argue with them right now. You watch them put the poles up, settling the canvas with little wooden pegs. It takes them little time to set the tent up, putting your previous attempts to shame. You sigh as they come back to your side, carrying a pack in their hands. "We should patch you up." They say softly, looking you over. [["You've done enough for me already." You tell them.]] [["I can ask Ajuna later." You tell them.]] [["Okay." You reply quietly.]] [["Thank you." You tell them gratefully.]]

"Ajuna can heal me." You tell him, looking for your mentor across the camp. "She's going to be exhausted after healing the Reverend." He responds with a tired sigh. "especially if he's awake through it." You wouldn't want to be in his place right now. The Reverend is more likely to perish from Ajuna's bedside manner than his wounds. <<if $shoulder eq "yes">> Faren brings his hand up to your shoulder, his touch barely grazing your skin as he pushes your tunic away to look at the bite.<<else>>Faren brings his hand to your face, his fingers gently holding your chin as he tilts your head to the side.<</if>> [["I don't need your help." You tell him.]] [["Did you steal those from her?" You ask, recognizing Ajuna's healing supplies.|"Did you steal those from Ajuna?" You ask, recognizing her healing supplies.]] [["Thank you." You tell him softly.]]

"What are you doing?" You ask as he scrounges through the bag. He stops what he's doing to look at you, an irritated scowl on his face. "What does it look like I'm doing?" He says matter of factly. <<if $shoulder eq "yes">> Faren brings his hand up to your shoulder, his touch barely grazing your skin as he pushes your tunic away to look at the bite.<<else>>Faren brings his hand up to your face, his fingers gently holding your chin as he tilts your head to the side.<</if>> [["I don't need your help." You tell him.]] [["Did you steal those from Ajuna?" You ask, recognizing her healing supplies.]] [["Thank you." You tell him softly.]]

"You're not a healer." You tell him bluntly. "You could kill me." It may be a tactless way to put it, but it's true. If he were to try to heal you like Ajuna does, he could easily lose control. Faren's Arborism is a different breed from hers. She can mend bodies, he can bend the entire tree to his will. You see a flash of hurt pass through Faren's features before he schools them back into neutrality. "I'm not going to use arborism." He says, his tone bitter. "I don't need to be a healer to ensure your wounds don't get infected." <<if $shoulder eq "yes">> Faren brings his hand up to your shoulder, his touch barely grazing your skin as he pushes your tunic away to look at the bite.<<else>>Faren brings his hand up to your face, his fingers gently holding your chin as he tilts your head to the side.<</if>> [["I don't need your help." You tell him.]] [["Did you steal those from Ajuna?" You ask, recognizing her healing supplies.]] [["Thank you." You tell him softly.]]

"I don't need your help." You tell him, looking away in shame. It's already bad enough that he made your tent. For him to mend your wounds as well... it's humiliating. "Keep telling yourself that." He says, a wry smile on his face. "I can mend these alone." You reply, irritated. "You'll do a shoddy job." "As if you could do any better." "$name ." He finally snaps, his voice cracking. You're surprised by his taut face, meeting his bloodshot eyes with your shocked ones. "Please." The last part comes out as a whisper, fusing into the sound of the crackling fire. You can't help but sit in silence, letting him work. His hands move swiftly, but clumsily. Faren doesn't have the pulse for detailed tasks. His sloppy handwriting is more than enough proof. To make things worse, one of his arms is controlled by Arborism, a skill he has all but exhausted today. He brings a cloth with a pale green ointment to your <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>shoulder, dabbing it on the wound roughly.<<else>>forehead, dabbing it on the wound roughly.<</if>> "Ow!" You complain at the sting of the antiseptic. It doesn't help that he has the tenderness of a porcupine. "You can bear it." He says, without an ounce of his previous concern. "You could afford to be gentler." You mutter, but he ignores you. "This wouldn't have happened if you'd just run." He adds after a second, his frown deepening. [["And leave you all behind?" You ask, bewildered.]] [["Of course." You tell him sarcastically. "Venture the ground by myself with a monster on my tail."]] [["You didn't run either." You tell him, switching the tables on him.]]

"Did you steal those from Ajuna?" You ask, recognizing her healing supplies. "Yes." He says simply, wetting some gauze to clean your wounds. "She won't like that." You tell him, thinking about how protective Ajuna is of her possessions. "I think she'll let this one go." He responds, with a touch of humor. His smile is cut short when he begins to clean the blood off your skin. It's gone as fast as it appeared, his cold mask falling back in place. His hands move swiftly, but clumsily. Faren doesn't have the pulse for detailed tasks. His sloppy handwriting is more than enough proof. To make things worse, one of his arms is controlled by Arborism, a skill he has all but exhausted today. He brings a cloth with a pale green ointment to your <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>shoulder, dabbing it on the wound roughly.<<else>>forehead, dabbing it on the wound roughly.<</if>> "Ow!" You complain at the sting of the antiseptic. It doesn't help that he has the tenderness of a porcupine. "You can bear it." He says, without an ounce of his previous concern. "You could afford to be gentler." You mutter, but he ignores you. "This wouldn't have happened if you'd just run." He adds after a second, his frown deepening. [["And leave you all behind?" You ask, bewildered.]] [["Of course." You tell him sarcastically. "Venture the ground by myself with a monster on my tail."]] [["You didn't run either." You tell him, switching the tables on him.]]

"Thank you." You tell him softly. He doesn't respond, and you wonder if you said it too quietly for him to hear. You're not going to repeat yourself. Eventually he nods, his eyes meeting yours softly. He seems distraught, his cold mask falling for a couple seconds as he cleans the blood from your skin. His hands move swiftly, but clumsily. Faren doesn't have the pulse for detailed tasks. His sloppy handwriting is more than enough proof. To make things worse, one of his arms is controlled by Arborism, a skill he has all but exhausted today. He brings a cloth with a pale green ointment to your <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>shoulder, dabbing it on the wound roughly.<<else>>forehead, dabbing it on the wound roughly.<</if>> "Ow!" You complain at the sting of the antiseptic. It doesn't help that he has the tenderness of a porcupine. "You can bear it." He says, without an ounce of his previous concern. "You could afford to be gentler." You mutter, but he ignores you. "This wouldn't have happened if you'd just run." He adds after a second, his frown deepening. [["And leave you all behind?" You ask, bewildered.]] [["Of course." You tell him sarcastically. "Venture the ground by myself with a monster on my tail."]] [["You didn't run either." You tell him, switching the tables on him.]] <<set $meek +=1>>

"And leave you all behind?" You ask, bewildered. Does he think you would just abandon them to their deaths? "We're not the ones that matter here." He says, focusing intently on wrapping your wound. You can't help but notice the bitternes with which he says the words. "Don't say that." You tell him gravely. "That's not what I think." Faren takes a breath in to reply, but it just comes out as a heavy sigh. He looks tired, more than he usually does. It almost makes you want to take care of him in return. "I know." He responds tersely. "We just- It was too close. I- I couldn't do anything to stop it. I was powerless." His voice is laced with anger, but you don't think it's directed at you. Your thoughts are drifting back to the fight, to the creature's monstrous face, when Faren snaps you out of your reverie. "Tell me if they're too tight." He says, his tone uncharacteristically hesitant. He begins to tie a knot on the bandages, his eyes rising up to meet yours. [["They're fine." You tell him softly. "Thank you Faren."]] [["Your bedside manner is improving." You tell him with a laugh.]] [["You don't need to coddle me." You tell him with a frown.]]

"You didn't run either." You tell him, adamant on switching the tables on him. "I'm here for you. We all are." He says, not meeting your eyes. "I'm not the one who matters." You can't help but notice the bitterness with which he says the words. "Don't say that." You tell him gravely. "That's not what I think." Faren takes a breath in to reply, but it just comes out as a heavy sigh. He looks tired, more than he usually does. It almost makes you want to take care of him in return. "I know." He responds tersely. "We just- It was too close. I- I couldn't do anything to stop it. I was powerless." His voice is laced with anger, but you don't think it's directed at you. Your thoughts are drifting back to the fight, to the creature's monstrous face, when Faren snaps you out of your reverie. "Tell me if they're too tight." He says, his tone uncharacteristically hesitant. He begins to tie a knot on the bandages, his eyes rising up to meet yours. [["They're fine." You tell him softly. "Thank you Faren."]] [["Your bedside manner is improving." You tell him with a laugh.]] [["You don't need to coddle me." You tell him with a frown.]] <<set $brash +=1>>

"Of course." You tell him sarcastically. "Venture the ground by myself with a monster on my tail." "Better than your Path ending on this clearing." He retorts, annoyed. "You could leave us all behind and still have a chance." "Don't say that." You tell him gravely. "I wouldn't do that." Faren takes a breath in to reply, but it just comes out as a heavy sigh. He looks tired, more than he usually does. It almost makes you want to take care of him in return. "I know." He responds tersely. "We just- It was too close. I- I couldn't do anything to stop it. I was powerless." His voice is laced with anger, but you don't think it's directed at you. Your thoughts are drifting back to the fight, to the creature's monstrous face, when Faren snaps you out of your reverie. "Tell me if they're too tight." He says, his tone uncharacteristically hesitant. He begins to tie a knot on the bandages, his eyes rising up to meet yours. [["They're fine." You tell him softly. "Thank you Faren."]] [["Your bedside manner is improving." You tell him with a laugh.]] [["You don't need to coddle me." You tell him with a frown.]] <<set $humor +=1>>

"They're fine." You tell him softly, watching as his hands work the bandages into a secure knot. "Thank you." You add after a beat. He just hums at that, his sole focus on putting the supplies back into Ajuna's kit. If you didn't know better you'd say he looked embarrassed. His good hand comes back up towards your <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>shoulder<<else>>forehead<</if>> one last time to check his handiwork. [[Your pulse quickens as you feel the warmth of his hands on your skin.]] [[You try not to fidget as he makes the last adjustments.|4cf]] <<set $meek +=1>>

"You don't need to coddle me." You tell him with a frown. Faren returns your expression, his hands tightening the bandages brusquely. He raises an eyebrow at you challengingly. "Fine! They're too tight." You tell him, fighting the urge to strangle him. How can someone be so attentive and aggravating at the same time? He re-ties his slapdash knot with care and a lot looser than the first time. "How's that?" He asks, this time with a glare. "That's good." You respond, your hand going towards the wound. He catches it midair with his good hand, stopping you from picking at the bandages. "Don't do that, fool." He says, his long fingers grasping your wrist. "You're going to ruin my handiwork before Ajuna sees it." You laugh at that, meeting Faren's smiling eyes. [[Your pulse quickens as you notice his hand is still holding your wrist.]] [[He lets go of your hand, putting the supplies back into Ajuna's kit.|4cf]] <<set $brash +=1>>

"Your bedside manner is improving." You tell him with a laugh. "It's almost as good as Ajuna's." Faren finishes tightening the bandage, his head shaking at your comment with a suppressed smile. He's looking down at the supplies, slowly putting them back into Ajuna's kit. A couple of strands of hair fall in front of his eyes as he works. "Hardly a compliment but I'll take it as one anyways." He responds, a glimmer in his eye. [[Your hand comes up unconsciously, tucking a stray hair behind his ear.]] [[You let him finish packing up, looking forwards to getting some rest.|4cf]] <<set $humor +=1>>

Faren follows your gaze to where he's still holding your hand, his thumb drawing a soft circle on the inside of your wrist. "Faren..." You say, unsure of how to react to his tenderness. He comes to his senses with a start, dropping your hand like it burns. He doesn't meet your eye as he grabs the pack, rising from the ground. "Get some rest." He says curtly, his back turned to you. You're still sitting on the log as you watch him retreat into his tent. You hope he'll look back. He doesn't. Eventually, you walk towards your own tent, falling into your bedroll with a thud. You can still feel the heat of his touch on your wrist. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]] <<set $fa += 1>>

Your pulse quickens as you feel the warmth of his hands on your skin. <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>Faren's long fingers are stretched on your collarbone, his palm steadying you as he looks over the white gauze. He brings his head closer, his face inches from your bare shoulder. You've told him multiple times that he should ask Ajuna for a seeing glass, but he's far too stubborn. "Faren..." You say, noticing your proximity. Faren looks up at you innocently, startling when he notices too. He gives you a light shove as he retracts his hand, a strained smile on his face. "You should get some rest." He says curtly, rising from the ground with the pack in his hands. He walks away from you quickly, retreating into his tent. You hope he'll look back. He doesn't. Eventually, you walk towards your own tent, falling into your bedroll with a thud. You can still feel the heat of his touch on your wrist. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]] <<set $fa += 1>> <<else>>Faren's fingers are holding your jaw steadily, tilting your head to get a better look at your cut. He brings his head closer, his face inches from yours. You've told him multiple times that he should ask Ajuna for a seeing glass, but he's far too stubborn. "Faren..." You tell him, noticing your proximity. Faren looks up at you innocently, startling as he notices too. He gives you a light flick on the nose as he retracts his hand, a strained smile on his face. "You should get some rest." He says curtly, rising from the ground with the pack in his hands. He walks away from you quickly, retreating into his tent. You hope he'll look back. He doesn't. Eventually you walk towards your own tent, falling into your bedroll with a thud. You can still feel the heat of his touch on your wrist. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]] <<set $fa += 1>> <</if>>

Faren finishes packing up, closing the bag tightly as he rises from his spot on the ground. "Get some rest." He tells you gruffly, though you can tell he's concerned. You nod at him once and he turns his back to you, walking swiftly towards his tent. Eventually you walk towards your own, falling into your bedroll with a thud. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]]

Your hand comes up unthinkingly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. It's such a silly gesture, something you must have done a thousand times when you were younger. Now, however, the simple act of having your fingers graze his face feels charged. It implies... trust. Faren freezes under your touch, his eyes meeting yours. He watches you warily as you take the soft strands of dark hair, only relaxing when you secure them behind his ear. He tilts his head slightly as your knuckles brush his jaw on the way back, leaning into the touch. "Faren..." You say, trying to explain your impulsivity. He comes to his senses with a start, jerking away from you. He doesn't meet your eye as he grabs the pack, rising from the ground. "Get some rest." He says curtly, his back turned to you. You're still sitting on the log as you watch him retreat into his tent. You hope he'll look back. He doesn't. Eventually, you walk towards your own tent, falling into your bedroll with a thud. You can still feel the heat of his skin on your fingers. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]] <<set $fa += 1>>

$vname looks at you for a moment before answering. "I was," $vthey says, $vtheir voice heavy with emotion. "But they're no longer in the picture." You can sense that there's more to the story than $vthey 's letting on. Thankfully you don't have to ask, as $vthey only hesitates for a moment before beginning $vtheir tale. "We had been together for years, but our relationship had been rocky from the start. They were jealous and possessive, and I always felt like I was walking on eggshells around them." $vThey says, $vtheir eyes lost elsewhere. "After I ended things with them I wanted nothing more than to get as far as possible from them. That's how I ended up here." "Do you regret it?" You ask $vthem , touched by $vtheir story. "Coming down here, I mean." Something akin to panic flashes in $vtheir eyes for a second, before $vtheir expression schools itself back to normal. "Not at all." $vThey reply, a pleasant smile on $vtheir face. "There are many beautiful things about the ground." You can't argue with that, but you are still itching to get back to the tree. You don't understand how $vthey can come back regularly. You watch $vthem as $vthey begins packing $vtheir healing supplies into $vtheir pack, the bandages on your wound securely fastened. "Let me know if you need a hand again." $vThey say, rising up to walk towards $vtheir tent. "Sleep well, $name ." You nod drowsily at them, heading towards your own shelter for the night. You collapse on the bedroll almost immediately, falling into sleepless slumber. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]]

"How did you get into smuggling?" You ask, trying to understand $vtheir character better. It takes a certain kind of person to travel to the ground regularly. $vTheir eyes lose focus, lost in thought for a moment before they latch back on to yours. "My father was a smuggler." $vThey tells you with a sad smile. "I got roped into the job when I was pretty young. It didn't take long for people to realize that I'm really good at it." You sit in silence for a beat, before asking the obvious question. $vThey did say $vthey 's an open book, after all. "Was your father part of your group this time around?" You ask, dreading $vtheir answer. $vThey shakes $vtheir head, $vtheir eyebrows furrowing. "He's been gone for a while. I may enjoy the freedom it grants me, but it's not an easy job. Most of us don't live very long." "I'm sorry." You say, unsure of how to comfort them. "Don't be." $vThey reply, $vtheir easy smile returning. "It may seem like I was roped into it, but I chose this path for myself. I wouldn't choose anything else." You watch $vthem as $vthey begins packing $vtheir healing supplies into $vtheir pack, the bandages on your wound securely fastened. "Let me know if you need a hand again." $vThey say, rising up to walk towards $vtheir tent. "Sleep well, $name ." You nod drowsily at them, heading towards your own shelter for the night. You collapse on the bedroll almost immediately, falling into sleepless slumber. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]]

"How long have you been on the ground?" You ask them. You're more interested in how you can survive down here, than in any of their personal matters. The question seems to amuse $vthem . "Far too long." $vThey answers with a knowing smile. "This is my home." You raise an eyebrow at $vtheir vague reply, prompting $vthem to say more. "If you're wanting specifics..." $vThey start, $vtheir eyes lost in thought. "I think I've been here for around three weeks now. Maybe more." You look at $vthem surprised. Three weeks is a long time, especially to be travelling alone. You wonder how they've managed to survive down here, what kind of provisions they're carrying with them. "How did you do it?" You ask, opting to be direct. "Well, for most of it I had my group with me." $vThey replies, $vtheir easy smile souring. "I'd only been alone for a little while before I found you." "Your group..." You say, hoping to glean some information of what happened to them. "I don't want to talk about it." $vThey answers, $vtheir tone grim. "Not yet." You nod respectfully, even though that kind of information could be crucial to the survival of your own group. It doesn't seem like $vthey would respond well to you insisting. You watch them as $vthey begins packing $vtheir healing supplies into $vtheir pack, the bandages on your wound securely fastened. "Let me know if you need a hand again." $vThey say, rising up to walk towards $vtheir tent. "Sleep well, $name ." You nod drowsily at them, heading towards your own shelter for the night. You collapse on the bedroll almost immediately, falling into sleepless slumber. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]]

"Do you have any family back in the canopy? Friends? Partners?" You can't help but ask. You're curious about this stranger, in more ways than one. "I was never really close to my family." They reply, dismissing them quickly. "And my friends tended to be transitory." $vname looks at you for a moment before continuing. "I had a partner once," $vthey says, $vtheir voice heavy with emotion. "But they're no longer in the picture." You can sense that there's more to the story than $vthey 's letting on. Thankfully you don't have to ask, as $vthey only hesitates for a moment before beginning $vtheir tale. "We had been together for years, but our relationship had been rocky from the start. They were jealous and possessive, and I always felt like I was walking on eggshells around them." $vThey says, $vtheir eyes lost elsewhere. "After I ended things with them I wanted nothing more than to get as far as possible from them. That's how I ended up here." "Do you regret it?" You ask $vthem , touched by $vtheir story. "Coming down here, I mean." Something akin to panic flashes in $vtheir eyes for a second, before $vtheir expression schools itself back to normal. "Not at all." $vThey reply, a pleasant smile on $vtheir face. "There are many beautiful things about the ground. It's not like I have much else waiting for me back in the tree." You can't argue with that, but you are still itching to get back to the tree. You don't understand how $vthey can come back regularly. You watch them as $vthey begins packing $vtheir healing supplies into $vtheir pack, the bandages on your wound securely fastened. "Let me know if you need a hand again." $vThey say, rising up to walk towards $vtheir tent. "Sleep well, $name ." You nod drowsily at them, heading towards your own shelter for the night. You collapse on the bedroll almost immediately, falling into sleepless slumber. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]]

You can feel $vtheir warm hand on your neck, $vtheir fingers gently pressing against your skin, listening to the beat of your pulse. You feel a cold drop of sweat slide down your back as you try to suppress the instinct to run. "You've got a fast heartbeat," $vname comments, making light of the situation. "I was ill when I was younger." You brush $vthem off casually. "My heart never fully healed." The wound on your <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>shoulder<<else>>face<</if>> is bad enough, but having a stranger touch such a vulnerable part of your body is worse. You grab $vtheir hand by the wrist, pushing it away from you. $vThey doesn't make a fuss about it, only raising $vtheir eyebrows a little as $vthey lets $vtheir arm fall to $vtheir side. "You seem the picture of health to me. When you're not injured that is." They catch themselves with a sheepish smile. "Looks can be deceiving." You reply, your gaze shifting to them. "You don't look like a smuggler. You're too... polished." The more you look at them, the more you realize how little they look like a traveler, especially one who's been on the ground for gods know how long. $vTheir clothes don't have any rips on them and are relatively clean. You smell a distinct floral fragrance on $vthem, unlike the stink of sweat you've gotten used to. Even $vtheir hair seems recently styled. "I would hardly call myself that." $vThey says, a playful smirk resting on $vtheir lips. "I'm used to traveling on the ground. I'm simply better at dealing with its hardships than someone who's never left the canopy." You raise an eyebrow at $vthem but it just causes $vtheir smirk to grow. "Look, I know you still have your suspicions." $vThey says as $vthey finishes wrapping your bandages. "I'm an open book if you would like to ask any questions." [["How did you start smuggling?" You ask. Seems like the best way to understand their character.]] [["How long have you been on the ground?" You ask. You need to understand how they survive here.]]

You can feel $vtheir warm hand on your neck, $vtheir fingers gently pressing against your skin, listening to the beat of your pulse. Your heart is racing, and you hope $vthey don't notice. "You've got a fast heartbeat," $vname comments, making light of the situation. "I was ill when I was younger." You brush $vthem off casually. "My heart never fully healed." The wound on your <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>shoulder<<else>>face<</if>> is bad enough, you don't want to deal with a stranger knowing $vthey flustered you with a touch. "You seem the picture of health to me. When you're not injured that is." They catch themselves with a sheepish smile. "Looks can be deceiving." You reply, your gaze shifting to them. "You don't look like a smuggler. You're too... polished." The more you look at them, the more you realize how little they look like a traveler, especially one who's been on the ground for gods know how long. $vTheir clothes don't have any rips on them and are relatively clean. You smell a distinct floral fragrance on $vthem, unlike the stink of sweat you've gotten used to. Even $vtheir hair seems recently styled. "I would hardly call myself that." $vThey says, a playful smirk resting on $vtheir lips. "I'm used to traveling on the ground. I'm simply better at dealing with its hardships than someone who's never been outside of the canopy." You raise an eyebrow at $vthem but it just causes $vtheir smirk to grow. "Look, I know you still have your suspicions." $vThey says, $vtheir hand leaving your neck as $vthey finishes wrapping your bandages. "I'm an open book if you have anything to ask." [["Do you have any family back in the canopy? Friends? Partners?" You can't help but ask.]] [["How did you start smuggling?" You ask. Seems like the best way to understand their character.]] [["How long have you been on the ground?" You ask. You need to understand how they survive here.]]

"I can deal with this myself." You tell them stubbornly. They already helped with the tent, you feel bad taking up any more of their time. "The sooner we do this, the sooner you can go to sleep." They tell you, barring any argument. They make no move to leave, waiting for you patiently on the fallen tree. Eventually you sit next to them, your knee brushing theirs as you settle down grudgingly. They begin dabbing some pale green ointment on a piece of cloth, turning to you to carefully clean your wounds. "What do you think of $vname ?" They ask, breaking the silence. Their voice is quiet, their eyes set on the task at hand. <<if $veinstay eq "yes">>[["There's something off about them." You say, looking towards their tent.]] [["I like them." You say, thinking of the charming smuggler. "I'm glad to have them with us."]] <<else>>[["There was something off about them." You respond. "I didn't feel like we could trust them."]] [["They were intriguing." You tell them. "Maybe I should've let them join us."]]<</if>> <<set $brash +=1>>

"It's just a scratch." You tell them with a small smile. "I've had worse." Kal just stares at you unamused, patting the spot beside them on the log. "It's going to get worse if you don't let me disinfect it." They say with a hint of annoyance. There's no point in being coy with Kal. You take a seat, your knee slightly brushing theirs. They begin dabbing some pale green ointment on a piece of cloth, turning to you to carefully clean your wounds. "What do you think of $vname ?" They ask, breaking the silence. Their voice is quiet, their eyes set on the task at hand. <<if $veinstay eq "yes">>[["There's something off about them." You say, looking towards their tent.]] [["I like them." You say, thinking of the charming smuggler. "I'm glad to have them with us."]] <<else>>[["There was something off about them." You respond. "I didn't feel like we could trust them."]] [["They were intriguing." You tell them. "Maybe I should've let them join us."]]<</if>> <<set $humor +=1>>

"Okay." You tell them, sitting beside them on the log. "Thank you." They turn their body a little to face you as they prepare the stuff from their pack. They begin dabbing some pale green ointment on a piece of cloth, carefully cleaning the blood off your wounds. "What do you think of $vname ?" They ask, breaking the silence. Their voice is quiet, their eyes set on the task at hand. <<if $veinstay eq "yes">>[["There's something off about them." You say, looking towards their tent.]] [["I like them." You say, thinking of the charming smuggler. "I'm glad to have them with us."]] <<else>>[["There was something off about them." You respond. "I didn't feel like we could trust them."]] [["They were intriguing." You tell them. "Maybe I should've let them join us."]]<</if>> <<set $meek +=1>>

"There's something off about them." You respond. "I don't know if we can fully trust them." Kal's hands keep moving steadily, gently dabbing the ointment on <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>the bite on your shoulder.<<else>>the cut on your cheek.<</if>> The antiseptic stings and you have to fight the urge to flinch. "Even after they saved your life?" They ask, but it's not accusatory. They just seem... puzzled. "Call it a hunch." You respond, turning to look at their cold mask. "I don't think we can trust anything on the ground." Kal freezes for a second, their body tense. "You're probably right." They reply, clenching gauze in their hand before continuing. Kal turns back to their pack as they shuffle through it. You wait patiently for them to find their supplies, your thoughts drifting back to the fight, back to the creature. It almost had you. You should have died today. The sting on your <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>shoulder<<else>>forehead<</if>> serves as a reminder. [[You're still trying to process what happened. You feel numb.|4ck1]] [[You feel anxiety seeping into your lungs. It's getting harder to breath and you don't think its from your bruised rib.|4ck2]] [[You still feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You feel great, more alive than ever.|4ck3]]

"I like them." You say, thinking back to the charming smuggler. "I'm glad to have them with us." Kal's hands shake a little as they rise them up, gently dabbing the ointment on <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>the bite on your shoulder.<<else>>the cut on your forehead.<</if>> The antiseptic stings and you have to fight the urge to flinch. "Do you trust them?" They ask, their voice hoarse under their mask. You wonder what all this prompting is about. "Not fully, but trust comes with time." You reply, a little defensively. "They did save my life, after all." Kal takes a breath to reply, but no words come out. They just freeze in their spot, clenching the gauze in their hand. You're about to ask them what's wrong, when they snap out of it, shifting their attention to their pack. "Just be careful." They tell you, their mask still facing away from you. Your thoughts drift back to the fight, back to the creature. It almost had you. You should have died today. The sting on your <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>shoulder<<else>>cheek<</if>> serves as a reminder. [[You're still trying to process what happened. You feel numb.|4ck1]] [[You feel anxiety seeping into your lungs. It's getting harder to breath and you don't think its from your bruised rib.|4ck2]] [[You still feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You feel great, more alive than ever.|4ck3]]

"There was something off about them." You respond. "I didn't feel like we could trust them." Kal's hands keep moving steadily, gently dabbing the ointment on <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>the bite on your shoulder.<<else>>the cut on your forehead.<</if>> The antiseptic stings and you have to fight the urge to flinch. "Even after they saved your life?" They ask, but it's not accusatory. They just seem... puzzled. "Call it a hunch." You respond, turning to look at their cold mask. "I don't think we can trust anything on the ground." Kal freezes for a second, their body tense. "You're probably right." They reply, clenching gauze in their hand before continuing. Kal turns back to their pack as they shuffle through it. You wait patiently for them to find their supplies, your thoughts drifting back to the fight, back to the creature. It almost had you. You should have died today. The sting on your <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>shoulder<<else>>forehead<</if>> serves as a reminder. [[You're still trying to process what happened. You feel numb.|4ck1]] [[You feel anxiety seeping into your lungs. It's getting harder to breath and you don't think its from your bruised rib.|4ck2]] [[You still feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You feel great, more alive than ever.|4ck3]]

"They were intriguing." You say, thinking back to the charming smuggler. "Maybe I should've let them join us." Kal's hands shake a little as they rise them up, gently dabbing the ointment on <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>the bite on your shoulder.<<else>>the cut on your cheek.<</if>> The antiseptic stings and you have to fight the urge to flinch. "Maybe it's for the best that you didn't." They say, their voice hoarse under their mask. <<if $vote eq "yes">>"I'm surprised you think that." You reply curiously. "You seemed to want them to join us earlier." Kal takes a breath to reply, but no words come out. They just freeze in their spot, clenching the gauze in their hand. You're about to ask them what's wrong, when they snap out of it, shifting their attention to their pack. "I know." They say finally, their mask still facing away from you. Your thoughts shift from their odd behaviour back to the fight, to the creature.<<else>> "Maybe..." You reply thoughtfully. "Though I wouldn't mind seeing $vthem again." Kal takes a breath to reply, but no words come out. They just freeze in their spot, clenching the gauze in their hand. You're about to ask them what's wrong, when they snap out of it. Kal shifts their attention to their pack, shuffling through it. "I just have to wrap these up, then we'll be done." They say, changing the subject. Kal turns back to their pack as they shuffle through it. You wait patiently for them to find their supplies, your thoughts drifting back to the fight, back to the creature.<</if>> It almost had you. You should have died today. The sting on your <<if $shoulder eq "yes">>shoulder<<else>>forehead<</if>> serves as a reminder. [[You're still trying to process what happened. You feel numb.|4ck1]] [[You feel anxiety seeping into your lungs. It's getting harder to breath and you don't think its from your bruised rib.|4ck2]] [[You still feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You feel great, more alive than ever.|4ck3]]

You're still trying to process what happened. You feel numb, your mind reeling from the events of the day. You almost died. It should scare you, but you feel nothing. You jump as you feel the contact of another person. You'd been so lost in thought you'd almost forgotten where you were. Kal brings their hand back up, looking into your eyes. "How are you feeling?" They ask, a pinch of concern in their voice. "I'm..." You start, unsure of how to answer. You feel nothing. "I don't know." Kal must notice the glazed look in your eyes because before you know it they've got the blanket from your bedroll wrapped around you. "I think you might be in shock." They say gently, resuming their work on your wound. "Tell me if you start to feel faint." You look at them blankly, watching as they apply the gauze to your clean wound. [[You focus on the movement of their hands, feeling a little more centered.]] [[You're finding it harder to breathe, your lungs constricting.|4ck2]]

You still feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You feel great, more alive than you have in a long time. You're a little jittery, sure, but you think that's justifiable considering you almost died. You jump as you feel the contact of another person. You'd been so lost in thought you'd almost forgotten where you were. Kal brings their hand back up, looking into your eyes. "How are you feeling?" They ask, a pinch of concern in their voice. "I'm fine." You tell them, confused by their quiestion. You're more than fine. You're alive. "I was just thinking about the fight." Kal stiffens a little at that, their hands coming back up to bandage your wounds. "I'm sorry." They say, so quietly you can barely hear them. You're about to ask them what they're sorry for when you remember how they froze during the fight. How they collapsed to the ground, instead of coming to help you. You hadn't paid much mind to it in the heat of the moment, but now you begin to realize how odd it was. "What happened?" You ask them softly, not meaning to sound accusatory. Kal stays silent for a beat, as if formulating the words in their head. "I tried-" They say before halting abruplty. "I tried to save you. That's what happened." A pained laugh escapes them, and they have to stop for a moment. They look down at their hands, breathing heavily. "Were you hurt?" You ask, your voice pitching with worry. "Kal if there's something-" "I can't-" They reply at the same time, their voice breaking. You both lapse into silence staring at each other. Kal finishes wrapping your wound swiftly, securing it safely with a knot. They put their supplies back into the pack in a rush, the bottles clinking against each other loudly. One of them falls to the ground, its contents spilling. You hear Kal swear under their breath as they go to pick it up. [[You help them with it, reaching for the bottle at the same time they do.]] [[You let them deal with it themselves. You don't want to rattle them further.]] <<set $kalbottle to "yes">>

You feel the familiar grip of panic in your lungs. It's getting harder to breathe, and you know your bruised rib is not to blame. You're starting to shake a little, your breaths coming out as shallow gasps. Someone's calling your name, but you can barely hear them. You can't think. You feel a warm hand holding your own. You know those hands. This is the first time you've seen Kal remove their gloves, but you remember them from their dream. They're soldier's hands, their fair skin crisscrossed with pale scars. Your eyes snap to Kal's expressionless red mask, as they lead your hand to their chest, resting it right below their collarbone. Your fingers meet the place where their tunic gives way to skin, their warmth seeping into your fingers. "Do you feel my breath?" They say, slowly breathing in and out. Your hand lifts with the rythm of their breathing. "I need you to copy it. Can you do that?" You nod your head shakily, trying to force air into your lungs in the same rythm as them. "Good." They say, squeezing your hand briefly as you follow their movements. It takes longer than you would like to admit, but your breathing slows, your body beginning to release some of it's tension. You feel your lungs deconstricting. You're far from relaxed, but you're feeling a lot better than before. "How did you know what to do?" You ask eventually, dropping your hand from Kal's chest. They hesitate before responding, working on applying the gauze to your wound. "I'm a soldier." They say matter-of-factly. "This kind of thing is not uncommon for us." You know so much about war, yet at the same time so little. <<if $charisma gte 10>>You've discussed its politics countless times, talked to nobles, diplomats and counselors about it. You've used your charm to maneuver your way around the war table, barely ever considering the people who would be fighting for you on the sprigs. <<elseif $wit gte 10>>You've discussed strategy countless times, talked to the council about the best ways to utilize your resources on the battlefield. You thought you were being smart, but you were looking at the people fighting for you on the sprigs as numbers. <<elseif $strength gte 10>>You know it better than most nobles. You know the best strategies, not just from reading it in books, but from spending your time actually fighting with soldiers. Even so, you never experienced it like they do. You never saw how it could affect them.<</if>> You look away, ashamed by your ignorance. [["Does it happen to you?" You ask them.]] [["It sucks." You say, exhausted by the experience.]] [["I wish I could help." You tell them softly.]]

You try to help them, reaching for it at the same time they do. Your hands meet as you both grasp the vial, Kal freezing under your touch. Although this is the first time you've seen them take their gloves off in front of you, their hands look familiar. You've seen them before in their dream. They're the hands of a soldier, their fair skin crisscrossed with pale scars. They slip their hand out of yours with a jolt, spilling some of the liquid on the ground. Kal puts the stopper back on the bottle in one swift movement, stuffing it into their pack before turning away from you. They don't even offer you a farewell as they walk into their tent. You're left sitting stunned, still looking at the place where they disappeared. You try to figure out their reasons for acting this way but try as you might you can't understand them. What are they hiding from you? If they would just tell you, you could help them. Eventually, you walk towards your tent, falling into your bedroll with a thud. You fall asleep almost immediately, dreaming of nothing. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]]

Kal puts the stopper back on the bottle in one swift movement, stuffing it into their pack before turning away from you. They don't even offer you a farewell as they escape into their tent. You're left sitting stunned, still looking at the place where they dissappeared. You try to figure out their reasons for acting this way, but try as you might you can't understand them. What are they hiding from you? If they would just tell you, you could help them. Eventually you walk towards your tent, falling into your bedroll with a thud. You fall asleep almost immediately, dreaming of nothing. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]]

You focus on the movement of their hands, feeling a little more centered. "I'm sorry." They say after a beat, so quietly you can barely hear them. You're about to ask them what they're sorry for when you remember how they froze during the fight. How they collapsed to the ground, instead of coming to help you. You hadn't paid much mind to it in the heat of the moment, but now you begin to realize how odd it was. "What happened?" You ask them softly, not meaning to sound accusatory. Kal stays silent for a beat, as if formulating the words in their head. "I tried-" They say, halting abruplty. "I tried to save you. That's what happened." A pained laugh escapes them, and they have to stop for a moment. They look down at their hands, breathing heavily. "Were you hurt?" You ask, your voice pitching with worry. "Kal if there's something-" "I can't-" They reply at the same time, their voice breaking. You both lapse into silence staring at each other. Kal finishes wrapping your wound swiftly, securing it safely with a knot. They put their supplies back into the pack in a rush, the bottles clinking against each other loudly. One of them falls to the ground, its contents spilling. You hear Kal swear under their breath as they go to pick it up. [[You help them with it, reaching for the bottle at the same time they do.]] [[You let them deal with it themselves. You don't want to rattle them further.]] <<set $kalbottle to "yes">>

"Does it happen to you?" You ask boldly, curious to their answer. "Yes." They reply, tying a final knot on your bandages. "But I've gotten better at dealing with it." They pack their supplies into their pouch, fastening it closed. They squeeze your knee companionably as they get up to leave, leaving you looking up at them from your spot on the trunk. "You should get some rest $name ." They say before walking away. It doesn't take long before they're dissappearing into their tent. Eventually you walk towards your own, falling into your bedroll with a thud. You fall asleep almost immediately, dreaming of nothing. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]] <<set $brash +=1>>

"It sucks." You say with a wry smile. You feel completely drained by the experience. Kal laughs soflty at your comment, shaking their head a little. "It does." They reply, tying a final knot on your bandages. "Don't be afraid to ask for help if it happens again." They pack their supplies into their pouch, fastening it closed. They squeeze your knee companionably as they get up to leave, leaving you looking up at them from your spot on the trunk. "You should get some rest $name ." They say before walking away. It doesn't take long before they're dissappearing into their tent. Eventually you walk towards your own, falling into your bedroll with a thud. You fall asleep almost immediately, dreaming of nothing. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]] <<set $humor +=1>>

"I wish I could help." You tell them softly. Kal just stares at you. You wish you could see their expression under their mask. "I do too." They reply with a sigh, tying a final knot on your bandages. They pack their supplies into their pouch, fastening it closed. They squeeze your knee companionably as they get up to leave, leaving you looking up at them from your spot on the trunk. "You should get some rest $name ." They say before walking away. It doesn't take long before they're dissappearing into their tent. Eventually you walk towards your own, falling into your bedroll with a thud. You fall asleep almost immediately, dreaming of nothing. [[Before you know it, it's time for breakfast.]] <<set $meek +=1>>

You take a step backwards out of sheer instinct as the beast makes its way towards you. It only takes a second for Kal and Pevan to stand in formation in front of it, shielding you with their bodies. They raise their weapons, Pevan their metal coated spear and Kal their wooden sword. Although they are both trained as Red Guards you notice how differently they fight. Kal's strikes are bold and precise, each step perfect and premeditated. In contrast, Pevan moves swiftly with their spear, taking advantage of the extra mobility their weapon affords them. The beast seems focused on getting Kal out of the way, swiping wildly at their steady form. Kal fights like they know exactly where the next hit is going to be, sidestepping the blows easily. As the beast ignores them, Pevan steps nimbly below its body, piercing one of its hind legs with their spear. This catches its attention, the beast turning towards Pevan's form. They manage to dodge the first blow it throws at them, but they don't see the tree that topples down from another of its wild strikes. The trunk comes down in full force upon Pevan, pinning them to the ground. Kal is the only line of defense now. As the beast comes closer, you unsheath your $weapon , readying yourself for the fight. You take a quick look towards your other companions. Ajuna is sitting next to the Reverend's limp form, trying to heal him. Faren is deep in concentration, his eyes on the ground below. Krev is frozen in spot behind you, his eyes glazed. Reva... Reva is nowhere to be seen. [[Until she jumps out of the shadows.]]

"The Hilenites followed the Mycelian gods, just like the rest of the Thicket, until Hilenos came around. Hilenos was rumored to have a connection to the gods stronger than the Duke's family, which raised some discontent amongst the people in the tree." "How did she forge a connection with the gods that was stronger than the Duchy? Isn't the point of the Path for the heirs to claim their right to rule over the tree?" You ask. "Hilenos completed a Path of her own, one that went against every law in the Thicket." Says Ajuna, a glint in her eyes. "She descended to the ground by herself to claim the blessing of the gods. Her tree's leaves stretch to the ground, what dendrologists classify as a //willow//. She hadn't been the first to try to do the Path against the Duchy's wishes, but she was the first to complete it. At least that's what some say." "I heard that Hilenos was the first mortal to trick the gods." Says Kal, their eyes fixed on the ground. "That she claimed her power against their wishes as well. That's what made her so powerful." <<if $veinstay eq "yes">> You hear $vname shuffle in place, staring intently at Kal. $vTheir face is as expressionless as their mask.<</if>> Ajuna brightens at Kal's words, studying them curiously. "That's true. Some say that Hilenos desecrated the ritual that occurs at the end of the Path. That she was trying to overthrow not only the Duchy, but the Mycelian as well." "I like that version better." Says Reva with a grin. "Nothing like a little heresy to spice up a story." Her smile turns to a grimace when she realizes Reverend Dasius is staring daggers at her. He closes his book with a thump, getting ready to condemn her behavior. "So she had a connection to the gods." Says Faren, interrupting the Reverend. "How did that lead to a rebellion?" "She didn't just have a connection. She had some of their power. The myths say that she was able to shape her body to her will, to read people's minds with nothing but a glance, to steal the strength from the toughest soldiers." Replies Ajuna. "Hilenos claimed that she was stronger than the gods themselves. That she would start a new era in which humans wouldn't have to hide away in the trees." <<if $veinstay eq "yes">> "That's ridiculous." $vname says with amusement. "Humans have always been better off in the trees. Why would they want to leave?"<<else>>"And people believed her?" Speaks up Krev, looking nauseated by the thought. "Why would they do that?"<</if>> "I wasn't there, so I can't give you the specifics." Ajuna says with an ounce of irritation. "But I suspect she was very persuasive when she spoke of freedom. Not everyone sympathized with her, of course. Most of the ruling class felt she was a threat to their standing. The lower canopy, on the other hand, was enticed by the escape she offered. That's how the war began." "One thing led to another and through a lot of violence and an impressive display of Arborism, the Duke was overthrown. The war left a permanent scar on the tree, many of its branches were amputated, severing it from the rest of the Thicket. The truth is, we haven't known much about them since." "What happened to Hilenos?" Asks Pevan, perching on the end of the log they're sitting on. "We think she came to the ground. There aren't many records after the war." Says Ajuna with a frown. "My theory was that she tried to keep true to her promise. That she truly believed she could rule over her people here." Ajuna stays silent for a beat, contemplating the leaves in her tea. "From what we've seen so far, it doesn't look like she was very successful. Her people may still be trying to upkeep her dream, but she was not able to change the ground. The gods may have been stronger after all." [["I couldn't care less about her dream. What matters is whether her followers are going to be a problem for us." You say.]] [["Hilenos was foolish to think she could change the world. She should've just ruled over her tree." You say.]] [["I admire her search for freedom, but I can't help but wonder if it was worth the carnage of her tree." You say.]]

"I couldn't care less about her dream. What matters is whether her followers are going to be a problem for us." You say with a frown. You've heard enough about Hilen's history, you have to think of the present instead. Ajuna seems dissappointed in you, shaking her head softly. "I agree." Says Krev as he stares into the forest. "It was a nice tale, but I would rather avoid the Hilenites altogether. I don't see how this helps us do that." "It helps us understand their motivations." Says Ajuna, as if she was explaining something to a child. "I have a hunch that in some shape or form what Hilenos set out to build is still down here. If their goal is simply to maintain their community, they won't get in our way unless we threaten it." "You really think they managed to live here?" Asks Reva with a frown. "We've been here for just over a week and it feels like the place wants us dead." "A part of me hopes they did." Says Ajuna under her breath. You doubt you would have heard her if you hadn't been sitting right next to her. Your party finishes their breakfast swiftly, getting ready for another day on the Path. The dead grass hasn't led you anywhere yet. You can only hope that you'll find the second Mycelian stone soon. [[Chapter Five]] <<set $ajuna -=1>>

"Hilenos was foolish to think she could change the world. She should've just ruled over her tree." You say, irritated by her choices. If she had so much power why would she choose to waste it on a fantasy? "Sometimes we have to make sacrifices and fight for what we believe in." Says Reva passionately. "Without freedom they didn't have anything." "They had safety. They had stability." Responds Faren coldly. "Hilenos isolated herself from the rest of the Thicket, she brought chaos and death to her people." "She gave them a choice." Reva tells him, almost rising from her seat. "Her people followed her knowing the risks." "Did they? Or did she prey on their ignorance?" He retorts, unwilling to back down. "She sold her people an impossible dream, instead of protecting them." Reva scoffs at that, looking ready to debate this for the rest of the day, when Ajuna interrupts her. "Maybe it isn't impossible." She says, looking cryptically at you before settling her heavy eyes back on her tea. Your party finishes their breakfast swiftly after that, getting ready for another day on the Path. The dead grass hasn't led you anywhere yet. You can only hope that you'll find the second Mycelian stone soon. [[Chapter Five]] <<set $people -= 1>>

"I admire her search for freedom, but I can't help but wonder if it was worth the carnage of her tree." You say as you stare down at your hands. Would you be able to bear that weight? Would you forfeit the lives of your people for a "greater good"? "Sometimes we have to make sacrifices and fight for what we believe in." Says Reva passionately. "Without freedom they didn't have anything." "They had safety. They had stability." Responds Faren coldly. "Hilenos isolated herself from the rest of the Thicket, she brought chaos and death to her people." "She gave them a choice." Reva tells him, almost rising from her seat. "Her people followed her knowing the risks." "Did they? Or did she prey on their ignorance?" He retorts, unwilling to back down. "She sold her people an impossible dream, instead of protecting them." Reva scoffs at that, looking ready to debate this for the rest of the day, when Ajuna interrupts her. "Maybe it isn't impossible." She says, looking cryptically at you before settling her heavy eyes back on her tea. Your party finishes their breakfast swiftly after that, getting ready for another day on the Path. The dead grass hasn't led you anywhere yet. You can only hope that you'll find the second Mycelian stone soon. [[Chapter Five]] <<set $people +=1>>

<<nobr>>  <style> #ui-bar {display:none;} #passages {width:100vw;margin:0;background-image:var(--chapter-five);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-size:100%;background-position:center;overflow:hidden;scrollbar-width:none;font-family:var(--header-font);transition:0s;padding:0;} ::-webkit-scrollbar {width:0px;} .passage {text-align:center;transition:10s;} #passages a:before {content: none;} #story {margin-left:0;} h1 {text-align:center;margin-top:5vh;} @media screen and (max-width: 800px) {#story {margin:0;}} </style> <</nobr>><<set $chapter to "Chapter Five">> <h1>Chapter Five [[Willow Tree March]]</h1> "You fall through the trees And you pray with your knees on the ground For the things that you need With your lust and your greed weighing down" -The Paper Kites

You're standing by the second stone, trying not to fidget as you stare into the folds of the gruesome flower. You know you shouldn't keep everyone waiting, you'll have to step closer to it sooner or later. But you can't help hesitating as you look at the thin veins that feed into the bulbous petals. The memory of your first connection with the Mycelian is fresh in your mind, the stink of rot turning your stomach. Krev made sure the Reverend didn't rush you, putting his foot down when Dasius tried to begin the ritual before you were ready. You can feel his concerned gaze boring into the back of your head, and you know you don't have much time left to contemplate. Better to get it over with. <<if $veinstay eq "yes">>It's been almost a week since you were joined by the charming smuggler. $vThey has been adjusting well, somehow managing to befriend most of the people in your party. Although Pevan and Faren still don't seem to trust them, even their initial aprehension has subsided. $vname was by your side when you first set eyes on the stone. You remember the wave of relief that washed over you when you realized that you hadn't been walking in circles, that you were one step closer to completing the Path. $vTheir eyes had sparkled as $vthey stared down at the strange flower, eager to see you complete the ritual. Your relief soon turned sour. You remembered the stinging pain, the ache in your heart. <<else>> It's been almost a week since you fought the creature. You still think of the charming smuggler, the memory of them an itch you can't scratch. You wonder what $vthey knows of the ground that you don't, if $vthey would have been an asset to your team. You brush those thoughts away with frustration. You made your choice already. You fight the urge to scratch at the palm of your hand as you face the flower. You remember the wave of relief that washed over you when you first set eyes on it. It was confirmation that you hadn't been walking in circles, that you were one step closer to completing the Path. That feeling was soon replaced by fear, a cold chill travelling up your spine as you remembered the rot. <</if>> [[You need a couple more minutes. You're sure your companions will understand.]] [[You force yourself to step forwards. This is no time for weakness.]]

You need a couple more minutes. You stand in silence, focusing on your breaths. It's okay to take your time. You would rather feel prepared for the next step of your journey, than force yourself forwards. You hear one of your companions rustle in impatience but you don't spare them a look. Your focus is elsewhere. Eventually you feel centered enough to step forwards, signaling Reva and the Reverend to begin the ritual. Their chants fill the air, a melodic tilt to their voices as their mouths form around the ancient language. You extend your hand, reaching towards the eager flower. It stretches towards you, the foamy petals enveloping you in their soft embrace. You shouldn't be shocked by the pain that follows. [[Let them in.]] <<set $trust +=1>>

Although every nerve in your body tells you to run, you force yourself to step forwards. This is no time for weakness, not when everyone is watching. The longer you wait, the less likely you are to be able to face the pain that awaits you. You've already squashed the small part of you that hoped that this time might be different. You step forwards, signaling Reva and the Reverend to begin the ritual. Their chants fill the air, a melodic tilt to their voices as their mouths form around the ancient language. You extend your hand, reaching towards the eager flower. It stretches towards you, the foamy petals enveloping you in their soft embrace. You shouldn't be shocked by the pain that follows. [[Let them in.]] <<set $trust -=1>>

Let who in? "Let me in." <<if $veinstay eq "yes">>The voice is familiar, so much so that for a second you think its coming from someone in your group. You want to turn around to check, but your body is paralyzed, your limbs stiff with agony.<<else>> The voice is familiar, you've heard it somewhere before. Was it in your dreams? You barely feel your knees hit the ground, your glazed eyes focused on the flower. <</if>> "I can't help unless you let me in." The voice that penetrates your head is accompanied by a splitting headache. It's too loud, it's coming from within. It takes all of your willpower to keep your hand in place, the veins on your arm dark and bulging. [[Open yourself.]] [[Keep them at bay.]] [[Push them out.]]

You don't want to let them in, you aren't ready for that yet. You might never be. You reach out towards them instead, an olive branch extended. You hold on to them for as long as you can. "This is not enough sweet one." They say, the dissapointment clear in their voice. "We must become one." You can't give them that. You see rot again, it permeates your body. You can feel the downy texture of mildew on every inch of skin as the presence retreats. The flower begins to crumble around your outstretched hand, its dust blanketing the ground as your veins return to their normal color. You gasp air in greedily, just now realizing you had been holding your breath. <<if $reva gte 5>> You feel Reva's hand on your shoulder as you come back to your surroundings, her worried gaze meeting your own.<<else>> You feel Ajuna's hand on your shoulder as you come back to your surroundings, her cool gaze on the now bare stone.<</if>> You brush her hand off steadily, giving it a quick squeeze to let her know you're okay. The rest of your group is focused elsewhere. You follow their eyes to a new trail of wilted grass that leads from your spot on the ground to the end of the clearing, dissappearing amongst the darkness of the trees. As you pick at the blades of grass, you realize that it's not just dry and brittle, but there's an odd bronze sheen at its edges. You lift one up, examining it under the light as Ajuna watches over your shoulder. <<if $veinstay eq "yes">>Only $vname strays from the group, watching you from a distance with a mesmerized look on $vtheir face. There's a glint of something else in $vtheir eyes, though you can't tell if it's fear... or excitement. <</if>> [[Next.|5c1]] <<set $open to "bay">>

You push with all your might, setting a mental barrier between the strange presence and yourself. There's something off about it, something sinister lurking under its sweet voice. It sends a chill raking down your spine, your stomach turning as you expel the effort of keeping it out. You groan as you brusquely remove your hand from the flower, the movement making your blood spurt out from the place where it was attached. You bring your hand to your chest protectively, nursing the shallow wound as the flower begins disintegrating. <<if $reva gte 5>> You feel Reva's hand on your shoulder as you come back to your surroundings, her worried gaze meeting your own.<<else>> You feel Ajuna's hand on your shoulder as you come back to your surroundings, her cool gaze on the now bare stone.<</if>> You brush her hand off steadily, giving it a quick squeeze to let her know you're okay. The rest of your group is focused elsewhere. You follow their eyes to a new trail of wilted grass that leads from your spot on the ground to the end of the clearing, dissappearing amongst the darkness of the trees. As you pick at the blades of grass, you realize that it's not just dry and brittle, but there's an odd bronze sheen at its edges. You lift one up, examining it under the light as Ajuna watches over your shoulder. <<if $veinstay eq "yes">>Only $vname strays from the group, watching you from a distance with a mesmerized look on $vtheir face. There's a glint of something else in $vtheir eyes, though you can't tell if it's fear... or excitement. <</if>><<set $vein -= 5>><<set $trust to -=1>> [[Next.|5c1]] <<set $open to "no">>

You want to trust the voice. You want to be good, to receive its praise. How will you complete the Path if you don't open yourself to the gods? Isn't this what your father went through to become who he is now? You try to let your barriers fall, you try to let them in, but it's futile. The moment you feel them push through, an agony explodes from your chest. You're out cold before you can begin to rationalize it. [[Darkness.]] <<set $vein += 5>><<set $open to "yes">><<set $trust to +=1>>

There's a body lying on the ground, a thin trail of blood steadily seeping from a wound on their side. Their armor deflected part of the blow, but you were precise in striking between the joints. You sheath your blackened sword and kneel next to the fallen guard. The smell of rot is overwhelming, the dream flickering as the stench blinds you. You take one last glance at the painted red mask on the corpse. [[Wake up.]]

<<set $brash +=1>>"I don't know why this is happening." You tell them, a frown on your face. "But it's not my fault." You can't help but sound defensive when they're all looking at you like that. Like they were expecting something different. You've worked so hard to be where you are right now, to be what they wanted you to be. You have to fight back the sting of finding out that it wasn't good enough. "We understand." Says Krev, glaring at the Reverend. "We know very little about the gods. This doesn't mean they've forsaken you." His words ease some of the tension in your group, though you know they must remain skeptical. You stand shakily, rubbing your hands together to rid yourself from the feeling of the flower. Your eyes are stinging, your frustration leaving you on the edge of tears. You swallow them back before anyone can see. "They're leading us somewhere, at least." You say, stepping on the trail of dead grass. You walk into the forest, not bothering to look back. [[Everyone follows.]]

<<set $meek +=1>>"I'm.." You start, unsure of how to assuage their worries. "I'm sorry." Your face burns with shame. You've worked so hard to get where you are right now, you don't understand why you can't be what the Mycelian want you to be. You don't understand what's wrong with you. Ajuna looks at you with pity, her eyes lowering when you meet her gaze. "Don't apologize." Says Krev, glaring at the Reverend. "We know very little about the gods. This doesn't mean they've forsaken you." His words ease some of the tension in your group, though you know that everyone holds some skepticism. You stand shakily, rubbing your hands together to rid yourself from the feeling of the flower. Your eyes are stinging, your frustration leaving you on the edge of tears. You let them fall quietly. "They're leading us somewhere, at least." You say before they can see your reaction, stepping on the trail of dead grass. You walk into the forest, not bothering to look back. [[Everyone follows.]]

You wake up with a gasp, your lungs intaking the fresh forest air, willing the rot away. You're sprawled on the ground, the stone in front of you bare. The flower is gone, only a light smattering of dust remaining. <<if $reva gte 5>> You feel Reva's hand on your shoulder as you come back to your surroundings, her worried gaze meeting your own.<<else>> You feel Ajuna's hand on your shoulder as you come back to your surroundings, her cool gaze on the now bare stone.<</if>> You brush her hand off steadily, giving it a quick squeeze to let her know you're okay. The rest of your group is focused elsewhere. You follow their eyes to a new trail of wilted grass that leads from your spot on the ground to the end of the clearing, dissappearing amongst the darkness of the trees. As you pick at the blades of grass, you realize that it's not just dry and brittle, but there's an odd bronze sheen at its edges. You lift one up, examining it under the light as Ajuna watches over your shoulder. <<if $veinstay eq "yes">>Only $vname strays from the group, watching you from a distance with a mesmerized look on $vtheir face. There's a glint of something else in $vtheir eyes, though you can't tell if it's fear... or excitement. <</if>> The silence is broken by a groan from the Reverend, who's kneeling next to the stone with a desperate look on his face. His hands are clutching at the smooth surface as if he could rouse the flower back to life through sheer will. "This is not how it should happen." He says, turning towards you with a snarl. "How do you know this is an omen?" Snaps Pevan, surprising the rest of your group with the firmness of their voice. "You know little more about the Path's nature than the rest of us do." You turn to look at the only person in your party that would know what's supposed to happen with the stones, but to your dismay, Krev avoids your eyes. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news," says Reva, glancing at you guiltily before continuing, "but the chant says //al florecer seremos uno, tu sangre fertil es el fin de mi ayuno.// It roughly translates to I grow from your blood." "//Fertil//?" Asks Faren with a scoff, kicking at some of the dead grass at his feet. You get his point. "I bloom as we become one, your fertile blood will end my fast." Says Ajuna, her words slow and thoughtful. "It's the language of the old world, though your pronunciation could use some work." Reva bristles a little, raising an eyebrow in indignation. [["I don't know why this is happening." You tell them, a frown on your face. "But it's not my fault."]] [["I don't think the blood sucking flower likes me." You say with a wry smile.]] [["I'm.." You start, unsure of how to assuage their worries. "I'm sorry."]]

The silence is broken by a groan from the Reverend, who's kneeling next to the stone with a desperate look on his face. His hands are clutching at the smooth surface as if he could rouse the flower back to life through sheer will. "This is not how it should happen." He says, turning towards you with a snarl. "How do you know this is an omen?" Snaps Pevan, surprising the rest of your group with the firmness of their voice. "You know little more about the Path's nature than the rest of us do." You turn to look at the only person in your party that would know what's supposed to happen with the stones, but to your dismay, Krev avoids your eyes. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news," says Reva, glancing at you guiltily before continuing, "but the chant says //al florecer seremos uno, tu sangre fertil es el fin de mi ayuno.// It roughly translates to I grow from your blood." "//Fertil//?" Asks Faren with a scoff, kicking at some of the dead grass at his feet. You get his point. "I bloom as we become one, your fertile blood will end my fast." Says Ajuna, her words slow and thoughtful. "It's the language of the old world, though your pronunciation could use some work." Reva bristles a little, raising an eyebrow in indignation. [["I don't know why this is happening." You tell them, a frown on your face. "But it's not my fault."]] [["I don't think the blood sucking flower likes me." You say with a wry smile.]] [["I'm.." You start, unsure of how to assuage their worries. "I'm sorry."]]

You walk as steadily as your body will allow in its current condition. Though the initial pain is gone, you feel jittery and drained. You focus on putting one foot in front of the other, trying to take your mind off your defeat at the stone. Although Krev tried to make you feel better, you know there's something wrong with you. There has been for a long time. <<if $kal gte 15>> At one point you see Kal's stocky figure approaching you, their steps surprisingly light behind you. You don't slow down for them, increasing your pace with your eyes set forwards. You're too tired for their quiet understanding, for their pity. You're scared their calm demeanor will cause you to spill over. However, before they can reach you, someone else falls in step next to you. <<elseif $ra gt $fa>>At one point you see Reva's tall figure approaching you, her arms swinging playfully by her side. She stops when she sees you speed up, trying to gain some distance from her with your eyes set forwards. You're too tired for her jokes, for her distractions. She'll do her best to cheer you up, but you're scared you'll fall apart if she tries. However, before she can reach you, someone else falls in step next to you. <<elseif $fa gt $ra>>At one point you see Faren's lanky form approaching you, his arm clicking restlessly besides him. You don't slow down for him, increasing your pace with your eyes set forwards. You're too tired for his banter, or worse, for his smugness. You know he thinks he could do better in your place. You don't want him to see that you might be doubting yourself too. However, before he can reach you, someone else falls in step next to you. <</if>> Pevan has little trouble keeping up with you. You turn away, avoiding their worried gaze as you walk. You don't trust yourself to keep your composture in front of them. Pevan is counting on you to fulfill your duty, you can't let them see you like this. "Do you know why I became a Red Guard?" They ask, startling you out of your thoughts. [["Why?" You ask, welcoming the distraction.]] [["For the job perks?" You ask, a little sarcastically.]] [["Of course I don't know." You say, still trying to avoid them.]]

You approach the towering stone walls. You imagine that once they stood as a symbol of power and strength of those who resided within, however they now appear worn. The stone facade is eroded and cracked; large chunks of masonry are missing. There are crawling vines overtaking much of the exterior, engulfing the structure in a tangle of greenery. You'd only ever seen something like it in history books. Their descriptions of the old world were grandiose, with illustrations of great stone structures, manmade wonders unlike any you'd ever seen in the Thicket. Even with the encroaching decay you can appreciate what the building must have once been. Your estate shames in comparison. The castle's gatehouse lies in ruins, its massive wooden doors long gone and replaced by a gaping hole in the wall. As you stare into it, you can't ignore the sense of danger lurking in the shadows. You can almost hear the whispers of ghosts and spirits from ages past, warning you to tread carefully.<<if $veinstay eq "yes">> You hear $vname whistle loudly behind you, grinning as $vthey looks up at the castle. "What are we waiting for?" $vThey asks, nodding towards the open gate. <</if>><<if $plan gte 0>>Ajuna begins to step inside when you stop her. "We don't know what's in there." You tell her, trying to exercise some caution into the old woman. "Your Path is in there, that's what." She says, shaking off your hand to point at the ground. The trail of deadened grass leads straight into the maw of the castle. You brace yourself, knowing she's right. <<else>> Ajuna begins to step inside and you follow her. You only slow down your steps when you hear Krev yell behind you. "You're just going to walk in?!" He says, rushing to stop you both. "You don't even know what's in there." "The Path is in there, that's what." She says, pointing at the ground. The trail of deadened grass leads straight into the maw of the castle. Your curiosity would've beat you nevertheless, but the Path gives you even more incentive.<</if>> [[Enter.]]

"How did they build all this from stone?" You hear her ask, looking at your surroundings with amazement. She's balancing casually on a pile of broken furniture, tiptoeing nimbly over the refuse around you. "They must have worked people half to death to achieve this." Mutters an approaching Kal, seemingly unimpressed by your discovery. <<if $kalbottle eq "yes">>It's the first time you've heard them speak since your odd interaction the night before. You're not exactly surprised that they're acting like it never happened. They've been quite good so far at keeping their distance. <</if>> Reva jumps down to the ground, nudging you as she looks back at Kal. [["And they achieved the unimaginable." You say, picturing the world of ages past. "They carved the earth to their will."]] [["Nothing is worth a human life." You say, imagining the cruelty they must have employed. "Not even this."]] [["They didn't know better." You say, thinking of how inescapable the structures of power can be, even for the people on top. "But at least we can appreciate its beauty."]]

<<set $people +=1>> "Nothing is worth a human life." You say, imagining the cruelty they must have employed. "Not even this." Kal stares at you for a moment, seemingly caught off guard by your comment. "Your Duchy would disagree." They say, walking past you without a second glance. They stop before an old tapestry, their back turned to you and Reva. "Can't win with that one." Mutters Reva with an amused smile, her hands skimming over a dusty table. She quickly grows bored of it, walking further into the hall. You follow, stepping beside her at a leisurely pace. She comes to a stop by an intricately carved door on the side of the hall. You notice that the knob on the door is missing, hardly anything keeping it from blowing open. Reva grins mischievously at you before slamming the door wide. She walks in with little hesitation, and you can hear her laughing on the other side. [["What is it?" You ask, cautiously peeking through the door.]] [["Wait for me!" You yell, running after her with a matching grin.]] [["Are you crazy?" You reprimand her, stepping slowly into the room. "We don't know what's in there."]] [["This better be good." You sigh, following her resignedly into the room.]] <<if $meek gt $brash>> <<set $highp to $meek>> <<set $persona to "meek">> <<elseif $brash gte $meek>> <<set $highp to $brash>> <<set $persona to "brash">> <</if>> <<if $humor gte $highp>> <<set $persona to "humor">> <</if>>

"They didn't know better." You say, thinking of how inescapable the structures of power can be, even for the people on top. "But at least we can appreciate its beauty." Kal turns away from you, kicking some debris over as they go. It doesn't seem like they share the sentiment. Reva, on the other hand, is nodding, her hands skimming some dust off the worn throne. "It's in vain if there's no one left to admire it." She says, throwing you a small smile as she steps further into the room. You follow, stepping beside her at a leisurely pace. She comes to a stop by an intricately carved door on the side of the hall. You notice that the knob on the door is missing, hardly anything keeping it from blowing open. Reva grins mischievously at you before slamming the door wide. She walks in with little hesitation, and you can hear her laughing on the other side. [["What is it?" You ask, cautiously peeking through the door.]] [["Wait for me!" You yell, running after her with a matching grin.]] [["Are you crazy?" You reprimand her, stepping slowly into the room. "We don't know what's in there."]] [["This better be good." You sigh, following her resignedly into the room.]] <<if $meek gt $brash>> <<set $highp to $meek>> <<set $persona to "meek">> <<elseif $brash gte $meek>> <<set $highp to $brash>> <<set $persona to "brash">> <</if>> <<if $humor gte $highp>> <<set $persona to "humor">> <</if>>

<<set $people -=1>> "And they achieved the unimaginable." You say, picturing the world of ages past. "They carved the earth to their will." "There's a lot you can do if you spill enough blood." You're glad you can't see Kal's expression as they spit the words out with disgust, walking away from you without a second glance. Even Reva seems discomforted by their comment, her hands retracting from the dusty throne she was examining to fall into the pockets of her robe. "What a spoilsport." She mutters, throwing you a frail smile as she walks further into the room. You follow, stepping beside her at a leisurely pace. She comes to a stop by an intricately carved door on the side of the hall. You notice that the knob on the door is missing, hardly anything keeping it from blowing open. Reva grins mischievously at you before slamming the door wide. She walks in with little hesitation, and you can hear her laughing on the other side. [["What is it?" You ask, cautiously peeking through the door.]] [["Wait for me!" You yell, running after her with a matching grin.]] [["Are you crazy?" You reprimand her, stepping slowly into the room. "We don't know what's in there."]] [["This better be good." You sigh, following her resignedly into the room.]] <<if $meek gt $brash>> <<set $highp to $meek>> <<set $persona to "meek">> <<elseif $brash gte $meek>> <<set $highp to $brash>> <<set $persona to "brash">> <</if>> <<if $humor gte $highp>> <<set $persona to "humor">> <</if>>

"Wait for me!" You yell, running after her with a matching grin. <<set $humor +=1>> You almost run into her as you rush into the stale room. She's standing in the centre of it, turning slowly until something in the corner catches her attention. Weak rays of light stream through a small window in front of you, illuminating dancing particles of dust. Reva's sillouhette is clearly outlined, the light creating a halo around her head. She turns around to look at you, beckoning in the dim light. <<if $reverie eq "Kal">>"You must drive that Red Guard of yours insane." She says playfully as she picks through a topped over dresser. "Do they ever laugh?" "They do." You answer a little defensively. "They just have a hard shell..." You walk further into the room and examine your surroundings.<<elseif $persona eq "humor">>"Check this place out." She tells you with a laugh as she begins picking through a toppled over dresser. You spin on your heels, examining the rest of the room. <<else>> "So eager..." She says playfully as she picks through a topped over dresser. "I like this look on you Dukeling." "I'm allowed to have fun every now and then." You reply with a roll of your eyes. You walk further into the room and examine your surroundings. <</if>>There's a ratty blanket covering a tall flat object on the left side of the room. You could also try to take a peek over Reva's shoulder and see what she's looking at. [[Uncover the object on the left side of the room.]] [[Look over Reva's shoulder.]]

"Are you crazy?" You reprimand her, stepping slowly into the room. "We don't know what's in there." <<set $brash +=1>> Particles of dust dance in the weak rays of light that stream in through a window across from you. You see Reva standing in the centre of the small room, turning slowly until something in the corner catches her attention. Her sillouhette is brightly outlined, the light creating a halo around her head. She turns around to look at you, beckoning you in. <<if $reverie eq "Kal">>"I gotta keep that Red Guard away from you." She says playfully as she picks through a topped over dresser. "They're rubbing off on you." "Sure." You answer with a roll of your eyes. "They're a terrible influence." You walk further into the room and examine your surroundings. <<elseif $persona eq "brash">>"You're almost as bad as that Red Guard of yours." She tells you as she begins picking through a toppled over dresser. "Not a funny bone in your body." You don't deign her with a response, instead examining the rest of the room. <<else>> "So serious..." She says playfully as she picks through a topped over dresser. "You're starting to sound like that Red Guard of yours." "I'm allowed to be serious every now and then." You reply with a roll of your eyes. You walk further into the room and examine your surroundings. <</if>>There's a ratty blanket covering a tall object on the left side of the room. You could also try to take a peek over Reva's shoulder and see what she's looking at. [[Uncover the object on the left side of the room.]] [[Look over Reva's shoulder.]]

"This better be good." You sigh, following her resignedly into the room. <<set $brash +=1>> Particles of dust dance in the weak rays of light that stream in through a window across from you. You see Reva standing in the centre of the small room, turning slowly until something in the corner catches her attention. Her sillouhette is clearly outlined, the light creating a halo around her head. She turns around to look at you, beckoning you in. <<if $reverie eq "Kal">>"I gotta keep that Red Guard away from you." She says playfully as she picks through a topped over dresser. "They're rubbing off on you." "Sure." You answer with a roll of your eyes. "They're a terrible influence." You walk further into the room and examine your surroundings. <<elseif $persona eq "brash">>"You're almost as bad as that Red Guard of yours." She tells you as she begins picking through a toppled over dresser. "Not a funny bone in your body." You don't deign her with a response, instead examining the rest of the room. <<else>> "So serious..." She says playfully as she picks through a topped over dresser. "You're starting to sound like that Red Guard of yours." "I'm allowed to be serious every now and then." You reply with a roll of your eyes. You walk further into the room and examine your surroundings. <</if>>There's a ratty blanket covering a tall flat object on the left side of the room. You could also try to take a peek over Reva's shoulder and see what she's looking at. [[Uncover the object on the left side of the room.]] [[Look over Reva's shoulder.]]

"What is it?" You ask, cautiously peeking through the door. <<set $meek +=1>> Particles of dust dance in the weak rays of light that stream in through a window across from you. You see Reva standing in the centre of the small room, turning slowly until something in the corner catches her attention. Her sillouhette is clearly outlined, the light creating a halo around her head. She turns around to look at you, beckoning you in. <<if $reverie eq "Kal">>"Scared now that your Red Guard isn't at arm's length?" She says playfully as she picks through a topped over dresser. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." "Yes." You answer with a roll of your eyes. "I'm sure you will." You walk further into the room and examine your surroundings. <<elseif $persona eq "meek">>"I'll protect you from the bad guys." She tells you as she begins picking through a toppled over dresser. "Don't worry, Dukeling." You let out a small sigh in response, examining the rest of the room. <<else>> "So meek..." She says playfully as she picks through a topped over dresser. "I'll protect you Dukeling, don't worry." "I'm allowed to be cautious every now and then." You reply with a roll of your eyes. You walk further into the room and examine your surroundings. <</if>>There's a ratty blanket covering a tall flat object on the left side of the room. You could also try to take a peek over Reva's shoulder and see what she's looking at. [[Uncover the object on the left side of the room.]] [[Look over Reva's shoulder.]]

You walk towards the mysterious object on the left side of the room, removing the ratty blanket in one swipe. You cough violently as you're surrounded by a cloud of dust, waving your hand in front of you to try to clear the air. Reva comes to stand besides you, staring at the object with wide eyes. You follow her gaze to the large glassy object, staring at your reflections on its smooth surface. The full-length mirror has a delicate copper frame, much like the one in your estate. You can't help but laugh a little at your discovery. You turn to Reva and are suprised to see her still staring blankly at herself. [["Are you okay?" You ask, your brow furrowing in concern.]] [["Ahh to be entranced by your own reflection." You nudge her playfully.]] [["Have you never seen a mirror before?" You ask her.]]

You stand behind Reva, peering over her shoulder as she sifts through the contents of the toppled dresser. She picks up a piece of shiny cloth from a splintered drawer, tossing it aside after examining it under the light. "Too bright for my taste." She says, crouching down to continue rummaging. "What are you doing?" You ask her, trying to figure out what she's hoping to uncover. She smiles mischeviously at you from over her shoulder, bringing another strip of cloth out and holding it up to your face. "This one suits your complexion." She says, ignoring your question. She shoves the <<cycle "$costumetex" autoselect>><<option "silky">><<option "velvety">><<option "stiff">><<option "sheer">><<option "embroidered">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$costumecolor" autoselect>><<option "crimson red">><<option "midnight blue">><<option "forest green">><<option "pale violet">><<option "golden yellow">><<option "sparkling silver">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$costume" autoselect>><<option "shawl">><<option "jacket">><<option "robe">><</cycle>> towards you, forcing it into your hands. You examine it closely. It's had better days, but you can appreciate it's delicate craftmanship even hundreds of years after it was last worn. Reva lifts up a silky blue scarf from the pile she created, wrapping it around her slender neck. It contrasts nicely against the warmth of her skin, bringing out her flushed cheeks. She twirls once before looking at you, the light fabric rippling around her. "What do you think?" She quips with a playful smile. "Do I look like one of the royals from your history books?" [[You swallow hard at the question. She's beautiful, but you don't know how to tell her.]] [["Their beauty could never compare to yours." You tell her with a flirtatious smirk.]] [["Their beauty could never compare to yours." You tell her, matching her playful tone.]] [["You look great, Reva." You tell her with a genuine smile. "We just have to find you a crown."]] [["Sure..." You say, with an eyebrow raised. "Why are we doing this anyways?"]]

"You look great, Reva." You tell her with a genuine smile. "We just have to find you a crown." <<set $meek +=1>> She beams at you, helping you put on the $costume . "Only if we can find you one as well." She says, examining you with her hands on her hips. "Although you already look positively regal." You can't help but blush a little at her compliment, even though you know it's far from true. The $costumetex fabric does little to hide the worn clothes underneath. There's a small rip forming on your right sleeve from catching it on a branch, and a resdidual blood stain on your collar from the fight with the beast. You try hiding them under your new clothes, fighting the urge to smell yourself. "Stop fussing, Dukeling." Says Reva, continuing before you can answer. "Let's pretend we're going to a banquet... wait no, a ball! And we will drink and dance all night in our finest gowns." You can hardly keep up as she rambles on. "We'll pretend to listen to the nobles chatter, and gossip about their latest affairs." She says with a smile, ignoring you. She pauses to catch her breath, looking at you with gleaming eyes. "Do you miss it? The glamour of aristocratic life?" [["I can't say I do." You reply truthfully.]] [["Maybe a little." You reply, thinking of how lavish your lifestyle in the canopy seems now.]] [["Of course I do." You reply, missing your life as the heir of Ledici.]]

"Their beauty could never compare to yours." You tell her, with a flirtatious smirk. <<set $ra +=1>> A nervous laugh escapes her, sounding more like a squack. She keeps her gaze on your $costume as she helps you put it on. You feel the warmth of her hands as she smoothens the fabric down. "You flatterer." She says, picking at a loose thread on the $costumetex fabric. "I could say the same for you." You can't help but chuckle a little at her compliment, even though you know it's far from true. The $costumetex does little to hide the worn clothes underneath. There's a small rip forming on your right sleeve from catching it on a branch, and a resdidual blood stain on your collar from the fight with the beast. You cringe a little as you smell yourself, the sweat from a days walk sticking to your skin. "Stop fussing." Says Reva stepping away from you, continuing before you can reply. "Let's pretend we're going to a banquet... wait no, a ball! And we will drink and dance all night in our finest gowns." You laugh as she rambles on. "We'll pretend to listen to the nobles chatter, and gossip about their latest affairs." She says with a smile, ignoring you. She pauses to catch her breath, looking at you with gleaming eyes. "Do you miss it? The glamour of aristocratic life?" [["I can't say I do." You reply truthfully.]] [["Maybe a little." You reply, thinking of how lavish your lifestyle in the canopy seems now.]] [["Of course I do." You reply, missing your life as the heir of Ledici.]]

"Sure..." You say, with an eyebrow raised. "Why are we doing this anyways?" <<set $brash +=1>> She sighs loudly at you, wrapping the $costume around you as you scowl. "How long has it been since we've been stinking in these clothes?" She says, pointing at our worn outfits. There's a small rip forming on your right sleeve from catching it on a branch, and a resdidual blood stain on your collar from the fight with the beast. "They're clean!" You reply a little defensively fighting the urge to smell yourself. It's been a day and a half since you washed them by the stream. She raises a skeptical eyebrow at that and you can't help but add, "Clean enough." "Can you humour me for a little while?" She pleads with you, continuing before you can answer. "Let's pretend we're going to a banquet... wait no, a ball! And we will drink and dance all night in our finest gowns." "Reva..." "We'll pretend to listen to the nobles chatter, and gossip about their latest affairs." She says with a smile, ignoring you. She pauses to catch her breath, looking at you with gleaming eyes. "Come on, you seriously don't miss the any of the glamour of aristocratic life?" [["I can't say I do." You reply truthfully.]] [["Maybe a little." You reply, thinking of how lavish your lifestyle in the canopy seems now.]] [["Of course I do." You reply, missing your life as the heir of Ledici.]]

You swallow hard at the question. She's beautiful, but you don't know how to tell her. You don't know if you should. Would it be weird? Would it make things awkward? Maker her uncomfortable? <<set $ra +=1>> "You.. it's..." You stammer, failing miserably to match her playfullness. "Yes?" Reva giggles at your reaction, coming closer to help you put your $costume on. You feel the warmth of her hands as she smoothens the fabric down. "I'm going to choose to take that as a compliment." She replies with a wink, stepping away from you. "You look positively regal yourself." You can't help but blush a little at her compliment, even though you know it's far from true. The $costumetex does little to hide the worn clothes underneath. There's a small rip forming on your right sleeve from catching it on a branch, and a resdidual blood stain on your collar from the fight with the beast. You try hiding them under your new clothes, fighting the urge to smell yourself. "Stop fussing, Dukeling." Says Reva, continuing before you can answer. "Let's pretend we're going to a banquet... wait no, a ball! And we will drink and dance all night in our finest gowns." You can hardly keep up as she rambles on. "We'll pretend to listen to the nobles chatter, and gossip about their latest affairs." She says with a smile, ignoring you. She pauses to catch her breath, looking at you with gleaming eyes. "Do you miss it? The glamour of aristocratic life?" [["I can't say I do." You reply truthfully.]] [["Maybe a little." You reply, thinking of how lavish your lifestyle in the canopy seems now.]] [["Of course I do." You reply, missing your life as the heir of Ledici.]]

"I can't say I do." You reply truthfully. You don't exactly enjoy the Path, but it's made you realize how frivolous some of your habits back in Tree Ledici were. If you ever make it back, you can't imagine falling into the same old routines. <<set $people +=1>> Reva raises her eyebrows surprised. She opens her mouth once before closing it again. "Then humour me, because I sure envy it." She says with a laugh, stretching her hand out towards you. "Imagine a grand ballroom, moonlight streaming through the windows, creating patterns on the floor. There are tables full of food and drink lining the walls, and a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There are musicians playing the most beautiful melody you've ever heard." Reva begins humming a tune under her breath swaying you from side to side. [[Let her take your hand, closing your eyes as you envision the ballroom.]] [[Take her hand and spin her around playfully.]] [[Stay where you are, refusing to play her game.]]

"Maybe a little." You reply, thinking of how lavish your lifestyle in the canopy seems now. You've only been on the Path for a couple of weeks, but you can't imagine falling back to the same old routines if you make it back. However, you have to admit there are some aspects that you miss, like the hot water in your basin and the smell of fresh linens. "I knew it." She whispers with a grin. "Pretend with me for a little while." "Imagine a grand ballroom, moonlight streaming through the windows, creating patterns on the floor. There are tables full of food and drink lining the walls, and a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There are musicians playing the most beautiful melody you've ever heard." Reva stretches out her hand, humming a tune under her breath as she begins to sway. [[Let her take your hand, closing your eyes as you envision the ballroom.]] [[Take her hand and spin her around playfully.]] [[Stay where you are, refusing to play her game.]]

"Of course I do." You reply, missing your life as the heir of Ledici. You miss the smell of clean linen, the softness of your pillows, the heated water in your basin. You miss the sense of importance. The ground does not give in to your whims like Tree Ledici did. It is just as ruthless to you as it is to everyone else. <<set $people -=1>> "Then let's pretend for a little bit." Says Reva, her eyes softening at your wistful expression. "Imagine a grand ballroom, moonlight streaming through the windows, creating patterns on the floor. There are tables full of food and drink lining the walls, and a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There are musicians playing the most beautiful melody you've ever heard." Reva stretches out her hand, humming a tune under her breath as she begins to sway. [[Let her take your hand, closing your eyes as you envision the ballroom.]] [[Take her hand and spin her around playfully.]] [[Stay where you are, refusing to play her game.]]

"Their beauty could never compare to yours." You tell her, matching her playful tone. <<set $humor +=1>> She winks at you with a grin, helping you put your $costume on. "You flatterer." She says, fanning her face with her hand. "A worthy compliment from someone who outshines me. I'm tempted to take that $costume back." You can't help but chuckle a little at her compliment, even though you know it's far from true. The $costumetex fabric does little to hide the worn clothes underneath. There's a small rip forming on your right sleeve from catching it on a branch, and a resdidual blood stain on your collar from the fight with the beast. You cringe a little as you smell yourself, the sweat from a days walk sticking to your skin. "And you're wearing the latest fragance." Says Reva with a smirk, continuing before you can reply. "Let's pretend we're going to a banquet... wait no, a ball! And we'll drink and dance all night in our finest gowns." You laugh behind your hand as she rambles on. "We'll pretend to listen to the nobles chatter, and gossip about their latest affairs." She says with a smile, ignoring you. She pauses to catch her breath, looking at you with gleaming eyes. "Do you miss it? The glamour of aristocratic life?" [["I can't say I do." You reply truthfully.]] [["Maybe a little." You reply, thinking of how lavish your lifestyle in the canopy seems now.]] [["Of course I do." You reply, missing your life as the heir of Ledici.]]

You close your eyes, as she leads you in a dance around the dusty room. She twirls you around as she sings a joyful song, and you let yourself be carried by her fantasy. You can practically see the vast ballroom behind your closed lids, the glistening marble flooring reflecting the tall ceilings. You're in a different world, where things are beautiful and grand and most of all //easy//. Things are so easy. In this reality the only thing you have to worry about are whether your clothes are properly tailored, and your drinks properly iced. There is no burning. No nightmares. No Path. No Mycelian. You open your eyes to catch Reva staring at you with a concerned frown. "You doing ok?" She asks, grasping both your hands as she slows to a stop. "Just... tired." You answer, trying to smile. "I'm here if you need to talk." She answers, her voice uncharacteristically serious. [[Nod in appreciation.]] [[You don't want to talk, you want her to hold you.]] [["I appreciate it, but I'm fine." You tell her.]] <<set $costumeon to "yes">>

You take her hand and pull her forwards, spinning her around playfully. Reva's eyes widen for a second, taken aback by your boldness, before narrowing mischeviously. You twirl her around and she matches your movements, dancing as erratically as you are. If anyone from your party were to enter at this very second they would think you'd both gone mad. <<set $humor +=1>> Reva increases the speed of her movements, carrying you along with her, spinning until you both fall on the ground with a thump. You lay there in a bundle of limbs breathing hard, until you hear Reva snort. You stare at each other for a second, both trying to hold in your laughter until it explodes out of you, loud and joyous. Reva lays her head on your shoulder as her body shakes with laughter. You giggle until your stomach hurts, all your worries from the path wiped away for at least a couple of minutes. "You've got moves, Dukeling." Says Reva, leaning on her elbows besides you. "Remind me to never take you dancing again." You sigh weakly, wiping some stray tears from your eyes as you look up at her. [["I needed that." You tell her with a smile.]] [[You lean against her, treasuring her warmth.]] [[You rise up to your feet, offering your hand to Reva.]] <<set $costumeon to "yes">>

You stay where you are, refusing to play her game. You're not in the mood for it, especially not right now. <<set $ruth +=1>> "Reva, this is not the time." You say, shrugging the $costume off. Reva looks up at you in dissappointment, chuckling in embarrassment as she takes her scarf off as well. She drops it on the ground, walking away from you without a second glance. Before you can say anything, you hear a scream coming from outside. You meet Reva's panicked eyes before you're both running. [[You ready your weapon as you rush into the main hall.]]

You lean your forehead against her arm, treasuring the warmth of her body. You feel her tense under you and you panic. You begin to remove yourself, before she brings her other hand up to your head, holding you close. She leans her chin on the top of your head, her weight a soothing pressure. <<set $trust +=1>> You could stay like that forever, you think. You would have stayed a lot longer if it weren't for a yell coming from outside. You untangle yourself from Reva, meeting her scared gaze before you're both running. [[You ready your weapon as you rush into the main hall.]]

You rise up to your feet, offering your hand to Reva. She takes it gratefully, using your weight to lift herself up. She grips your shoulder companionably before continuing her inspection of her room. <<set $trust -=1>> You're about to join her when you hear a yell coming from outside. You meet Reva's panicked eyes before you're both running. [[You ready your weapon as you rush into the main hall.]]

You nod in appreciation, thinking of where to begin. There's so much going on, you're not even sure talking about it would make you feel better. You take a breath in to speak when you hear a yell coming from outside. You meet Reva's panicked eyes before you're both running. [[You ready your weapon as you rush into the main hall.]]

You don't want to talk, you just want her to hold you. You lean towards her and she catches you in her strong arms, wrapping them tightly aroung your waist. You nuzzle your face into her neck, her chin digging into your shoulder. You breathe her in, revelling in her warmth. <<set $trust +=1>> "I'm here." She keeps repeating, squeezing you. <<if $ra gte 2>>You break away from her and she brings her hands up to your face, cradling your jaw between them.<</if>> Before you can say anything, you hear a scream coming from outside. You meet Reva's panicked eyes before you're both running. [[You ready your weapon as you rush into the main hall.]]

"I appreciate it, but I'm fine." You tell her reassuringly. She doesn't quite seem to believe you, but she lets it go anyways. She grips your shoulder companionably before continuing her inspection of her room. <<set $trust -=1>> You're about to join her when you hear a yell coming from outside. You meet Reva's panicked eyes before you're both running. [[You ready your weapon as you rush into the main hall.]]

"I needed that." You tell her with a smile. She matches it, gripping your shoulder companionably before rising to her feet. She offers her hand down to you and you take it, turning your attention back to the dusty room. Before you're able to explore the rest of it, you hear a yell coming from outside. You meet Reva's panicked eyes before you're both running. [[You ready your weapon as you rush into the main hall.]]

You rush outside to find the source of the ruckus, stopping in your tracks when you see what caused it. There's a group of Hilenites standing near a broken door on the other side of the hall, maybe seven or eight of them. Your companions stand opposing them, their weapons at the ready. Everyone but Ajuna, who is being held by one of the cultists, a wooden blade at her throat. Faren is the first to step forward, both his hands raised in surrender, his stony face projecting nothing. He would look less threatening if one of his arms wasn't a weapon, its branches twisting restlessly with the emotions he refuses to wear on his face. "Let her go." He says calmly, taking another slow step towards her. "She's just a healer, she had nothing to do with it." The offending Hilenite only tightens his hold on Ajuna, eliciting an annoyed grunt from her. She bares her teeth and you wonder if she'll try to bite him. [[Step forwards.]] [[Stay where you are.]]

"Are you okay?" You ask, your brow furrowing in concern. <<set $meek +=1>> Reva stays still, staring at her reflection for a little longer before responding. "That's me." She whispers, the statement sounding more like a question. "That's you..." You answer softly, wondering what has her so startled. Reva's sudden histerical laugh fills every corner of the quiet room, startling you out of your concern. "It's been so long since I saw one of these." She says, breathless in between laughs. "I didn't know I'd changed so much." You take a step closer to her to comfort her, but Reva steps away, her laugh dying in her throat. She peels her gaze from the mirror to look at you, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. "I don't know who I am anymore." She tells you, her back to her reflection. [["You're you. What you look like makes little difference." You tell her reassuringly.]] [["You're Reva..." You tell her, unsure of how to respond.]] [["You're my friend." You tell her, putting the ragged blanket back on the mirror.]]

"Ahh to be entranced by your own reflection." You say, nudging her playfully. <<set $humor +=1>> Reva, uncharacteristically, doesn't respond, her eyes still glued to the smooth surface of the mirror. "That's me." She whispers, the statement sounding more like a question. "That's you..." You answer softly, wondering what has her so startled. Reva's sudden histerical laugh fills every corner of the quiet room, startling you out of your concern. "It's been so long since I saw one of these." She says, breathless in between laughs. "I didn't know I'd changed so much." You take a step closer to her to comfort her, but Reva steps away, her laugh dying in her throat. She peels her gaze from the mirror to look at you, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. "I don't know who I am anymore." She tells you, her back to her reflection. [["You're you. What you look like makes little difference." You tell her reassuringly.]] [["You're Reva..." You tell her, unsure of how to respond.]] [["You're my friend." You tell her, putting the ragged blanket back on the mirror.]]

"I once threw up out a railing, and onto Chancellor Torin on the branch below." You say, almost wishing it wasn't true. It was when you were younger, still recovering. You'd gone out to get some fresh air, stubbornly refusing Ajuna's advice, when your stomach turned on you. You don't know why your first instinct had been to throw up out the edge of the branch. You still remember Torin's disgusted face as he looked for the mysterious source of puke. Reva laughs loudly, awarding you some odd glances from the rest of your companions. <<if $charisma gte 5>>"I'm going to say it's fiction, just because that's too good to be true." She says, in a softer voice. "Nope, that is fully fact." You respond, smiling sheepishly at her. "I wish you could've seen his expression." "Did he ever confront you about it?" "He never found out." You tell her. "I was far from the edge before he could see where it came from." "Fine... you win this one, Dukeling." You smile victoriously, it's not easy to beat Reva at a lying game. <<else>>"That's fact. Your face says it all." She says, in a softer voice. "You're correct." You respond, smiling sheepishly at her. "I wish you could've seen his expression." "Did he ever confront you about it?" "He never found out." You tell her. "I was far from the edge before he could see where it came from." "Of course he didn't..." <</if>> "It's your turn again." You tell Reva. "Unless you're done playing..." She seems to take this as a challenge, tilting her head to look at you. "I'm the youngest of three, but I only ever met one of my siblings." The words seem to spurt out of her mouth and she looks away before you can gage her reaction. You don't know why she would say that, she'd told you that she has no siblings. She only had her mother growing up. She'd mentioned the occasional visit of her grandfather, but her lack of close relatives had always been a sore point for her. Maybe she forgot she'd mentioned this already... [[Fact.|fact1]] [[Fiction.|fiction1]]

You see every inch of forest, the earth, the roots, the bark, the leaves. It's all there, every life-form that ever dared touch foot on the ground. You see the entire cycle, from birth to death, and then to birth again. But most of all you see //rot//. The mildew and the decay. You can feel it on your skin, slimy and curdled. You smell it, the sickly sweet stench of bodies, spoiled and putrid. You're wrenching your hand out of the bruised petals out of sheer instinct, with the speed of someone removing their hand from a fire. The burn persists, however, your heart still throbbing with pain, a headache threatening to split your brain open. It feels like it lasts for hours. You fall back to the wet ground, sprawling with your hand clutched to your chest, and only then do you realize that the chanting has stopped. Your party is staring at you in silence, shocked expressions in their faces. Even Krev, who knows what to expect, is staring at you with unmasked bewilderment. The Reverend is the first to step towards you, his finger raised in accusation. "What did you do? Why did you remove your hand?" He asks, dismay on his face. [["I couldn't do it"]]

<<set $humor +=1>> "I don't think the blood sucking flower likes me." You say with a wry smile. It doesn't quite reach your eyes, disappearing completely when the Reverends speaks. "How dare you joke about this?" He says, stepping towards you. He's winding up again when Krev interrups him. "Don't." He says, putting his wide arm forwards to stop Dasius from advancing. "$They 've been through enough today. We know very little about the gods. This doesn't mean they've forsaken $them ." His words ease some of the tension in your group, though you know they must remain skeptical. You stand shakily, rubbing your hands together to rid yourself from the feeling of the flower. Your eyes are stinging, your frustration leaving you on the edge of tears. You blink them back with a frail laugh. "They're leading us somewhere, at least." You say, stepping on the trail of dead grass. You walk into the forest, not bothering to look back. [[Everyone follows.]]

"Have you never seen a mirror before?" You ask her. She may have gazed at her reflection on sap glass, but a true old world mirror is hard to come by. <<set $brash +=1>> Reva scoffs at that, her eyes still glued to the smooth glass. "I've seen plenty of them..." She answers, bringing her hand up and watching her reflection mimick her movement. "It's just been a long time." Reva's sudden histerical laugh fills every corner of the quiet room, startling you out of your concern. "That's me." She says, breathless in between laughs. You take a step closer to her to calm her, but Reva steps away, her laugh dying in her throat. She peels her gaze from the mirror to look at you, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. "I don't know who I am anymore." She tells you, her back to her reflection. [["You're you. What you look like makes little difference." You tell her reassuringly.]] [["You're Reva..." You tell her, unsure of how to respond.]] [["You're my friend." You tell her, putting the ragged blanket back on the mirror.]]

"You're you. What you look like makes little difference." You tell her reassuringly. She nods slowly, stepping away from the mirror's range. She walks quickly towards the other end of the room, busying her eyes with a pile of dirty books. You join her in silence, still rattled by her previous outburst. Eventually, she turns your way to speak. "I lose track sometimes..." She says quietly, pausing to find the words. "I try to be many people, but none of them feel right, none of them //fit//." You take a quick glance back at the mirror as she says the words, meeting your $eyecolor eyes. You see a glimpse of <<if $hairlength eq "bald">>your bald scalp<<else>>$haircolor hair<</if>>, a faint trace of your $feature2 . You saw them every morning back in your estate, your reflection etched to your brain like the palm of your hand. [["I know what it's like." You say softly. "To not like what you see in the mirror."]] [["I hope you don't feel like you need to be someone else around me." You tell her.]] [["You're beautiful Reva." You tell her, trying to comfort her. "I don't understand why you're so upset."]]

"You're Reva..." You tell her, unsure of how to respond. She grins mirthlessly at that, spinning around swiftly to face her reflection. "Reva." She says, spitting her name out like a curse. Small droplets fall on the smooth glass of the mirror, staining its seamless surface. You don't get to process her reaction, before the glass is splintering under her hand, her dagger embeded where her reflection's face would be. The mirror image crumbles, dropping in slivers around the metal frame. Reva breathes a sigh of relief, her dagger falling from her hand as her shoulders slump. As you slowly approach, you catch your reflection on the cracked pieces on the ground. You see a glimpse of <<if $hairlength eq "bald">>your bald scalp<<else>>$haircolor hair<</if>>, a faint trace of your $feature . You saw them every morning back in your estate, your reflection etched to your brain as well as the palms of your hand. Reva doesn't meet your gaze as you stand next to her, her face filled with shame. [["I know what it's like." You say softly. "To not like what you see in the mirror."]] [["Why did you do that?" You ask her, still shocked by her reaction.]] [["You're beautiful Reva." You tell her, trying to comfort her. "I don't understand why you're so upset."]]

"You're my friend." You tell her, putting the ragged blanket back on the mirror. As soon as it's covered you can see some of the tension bleed out of Reva's frame, her shoulders relaxing as she turns to look at the dusty blank fabric. <<set $trust +=1>> <<if $reva gte 10>>"Do you even know who you're friend's with?" She asks fraily, with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I know enough." You say steadily, reaching your hand out for her to hold. She hesitates for a second before gripping it tightly, a meaningful look in her eyes. You stay like that for a while, but you can tell Reva still has something on her mind. <<else>>"Am I?" She asks doubtfully, raising a curious eyebrow at you. "Or are you just saying that to make me feel better?" She has reason to doubt you. You and Reva are not exactly close. You stand in awkward silence until she decides to break it. <</if>> "I lose track sometimes..." She says quietly, pausing to find the words. "I've been many people, but none of them feel right, none of them fit." [["I know what it's like." You say softly. "To not like what you see in the mirror."]] [["I hope you don't feel like you need to be someone else around me." You tell her.]] [["You're beautiful Reva." You tell her, trying to comfort her. "I don't understand why you're so upset."]]

"I know what it's like." You say softly. "To not like what you see in the mirror." You think back to when you were younger, before <<cycle "$t" autoselect>><<option "you had recovered from your illness.">><<option "you had transitioned.">><</cycle>> The person staring back in the mirror had not truly felt like you, just a skewed version of who you truly were. You're grateful that you don't have to experience the same feeling now. Although you know Reva's situation is not the same, you can sympathize with her dislike for the mirror. She smiles at you, clearly relieved by your understanding. "How can you be so nice to a nut-case?" She says, with a frail laugh, clearly embarrassed by her previous outburst. <<if $meek gt $brash>> <<set $highp to $meek>> <<set $persona to "meek">> <<elseif $brash gte $meek>> <<set $highp to $brash>> <<set $persona to "brash">> <</if>> <<if $humor gte $highp>> <<set $persona to "humor">> <</if>> <<if $persona eq "meek">>"You're not a nut-case, Reva." You tell her reassuringly. "You're allowed to feel this way." She breathes a shaky laugh at your words, and you realize how much she needed to hear them. <<elseif $persona eq "blunt">> "If you're a nut-case then I am too." You tell her bluntly, looking into her eyes. "Why do you think I've stuck around?" That brings a laugh out of her, her eyes lighting up once again. It's good to see her back to normal. <<elseif $persona eq "humor">> "That's what makes you so fun." You tell her playfully, nudging her side. "You know I like my friends to keep me on my toes." Reva laughs at that, some light coming back into her eyes. "You might regret saying that." "I don't think I will." You answer confidently. <</if>> Before you're able to explore the rest of the room, you hear a yell coming from outside. You meet Reva's panicked eyes before you're both running. [[You ready your weapon as you rush into the main hall.]]

"Why did you do that?" You ask her, still shocked by her reaction. She turns towards you and you stumble back a step, wary of another outburst. A flash of hurt passes through Reva's eyes before she composes herself. "I couldn't stand to see her anymore." She replies quickly. The glass crunches under her boots as she walks to the other end of the room. By //her// you guess she means herself. You've never seen Reva look so... unstable. And all it took was a mirror. "Her?" You whisper, more to yourself than to her. She seems to hear you, tensing as she stands over a pile of dusty books. "I can't explain it to you." She says, her voice shaky. You think that's the end of it but she keeps going. "Sometimes... sometimes I don't feel like myself." [["I know the feeling." You tell Reva.]] [["So you break things?" You ask her, thinking she's overreacting.]]

"You're beautiful Reva." You tell her, trying to comfort her. "I don't understand why you're so upset." Her face sours at the words, her dissapointment written plain on her face. "No you don't." She says bitterly, shaking her head. "Did I say something wrong?" You ask her pleadingly, but she just ignores you. You look back at the mirror and wonder if some things are better left uncovered. Before you're able to explore the rest of the room, you hear a yell coming from outside. You meet Reva's panicked eyes before you're both running. [[You ready your weapon as you rush into the main hall.]]

"I hope you don't feel like you need to be someone else around me." You tell her.<<if $reva gte 15>> She smiles gently at that taking your hand in hers. "You make it surpsingly easy not to." She says, looking down at your hands.<<else>> She tilts her head at you, hesitating before speaking. "You're the heir." She says, her brow furrowing. "It's hard not to."<</if>> The moment is broken when you hear a yell coming from outside. You meet Reva's panicked eyes before you're both running. [[You ready your weapon as you rush into the main hall.]]

"I know the feeling." You tell Reva. You think back to when you were younger, before <<cycle "$t" autoselect>><<option "you had recovered from your illness.">><<option "you had transitioned.">><</cycle>> The person staring back in the mirror had not truly felt like you, just a skewed version of who you truly were. You're grateful that you don't have to experience the same feeling now. Although you know Reva's situation is not the same, you can sympathize with her dislike for the mirror. She smiles at you, clearly relieved by your understanding. "How can you be so nice to a nut-case?" She says, with a frail laugh, clearly embarrassed by her previous outburst. <<nobr>><<if $meek gt $brash>> <<set $highp to $meek>> <<set $persona to "meek">> <<elseif $brash gte $meek>> <<set $highp to $brash>> <<set $persona to "brash">> <</if>> <<if $humor gte $highp>> <<set $persona to "humor">> <</if>> <<if $persona eq "meek">>"You're not a nut-case, Reva." You tell her reassuringly. "You're allowed to feel this way." She breathes a shaky laugh at your words, and you realize how much she needed to hear them. <<elseif $persona eq "blunt">> "If you're a nut-case then I am too." You tell her bluntly, looking into her eyes. "Do you think you're the first person to break a mirror?" That brings a laugh out of her, her eyes lighting up once again. It's good to see her back to normal. <<elseif $persona eq "humor">> "That's what makes you so fun." You tell her playfully, nudging her side. "You know I like my friends to keep me on my toes." Reva laughs at that, some light coming back into her eyes. "You might regret saying that." "I don't think I will." You answer confidently. <</if>><</nobr>> Before you're able to explore the rest of the room, you hear a yell coming from outside. You meet Reva's panicked eyes before you're both running. [[You ready your weapon as you rush into the main hall.]]

"So you break things?" You ask her, thinking she's overreacting. She scoffs at that, avoiding your gaze. "You'd be surprised at how much better it makes you feel." She says bitterly. "You should try it sometime, Dukeling." You just shake your head at her, staring down at what remains of the beautiful mirror. A relic destroyed, and for what. A grown woman's tantrum? You wonder if some things are better left uncovered. Before you're able to explore the rest of the room, you hear a yell coming from outside. You meet Reva's panicked eyes before you're both running. [[You ready your weapon as you rush into the main hall.]]

You go to step forwards when a strong hand stops you. You grunt in frustration at the offending Red Guard. <<set $plan -=1>> "They think we're responsible for murdering their friends." Kal whispers to you, the sound muffled under their mask. "Play your cards right." Another Hilenite speaks up. She's the tallest of the group, wearing what looks like one of Ajuna's relics on their torso. It's a wide copper breastplate, cracked and dented in places, rusting in others. "You commune with It." She says, unsheathing a short sword from a holster on her back. "We have no reason to trust what you say." "We killed the beast that was responsible." Says Krev, his hand gripping his sword tightly. A smaller Hilenite responds, their light hair floating like feathers around their face. You guess they're their leader from the way the rest of them part as they approach. "That's what it wanted you to think." They say, their copper piercings glistening in the dim light of the hall. "It fooled you already." [[You can talk this out with them. There has to be a way to resolve this peacefully.]] [[You think you have an idea of how to trick them, buying you some time to run.]] [[You're ready to fight, you're not letting them get away with this.]]

You stay still, less your movements put Ajuna in more danger. You need to think of a plan before you throw yourself into the fray. You feel a quiet presence by your side. <<set $plan +=1>> "They're accusing us of murdering their friends." Pevan whispers to you, the sound muffled under their mask. Another Hilenite speaks up. She's the tallest of the group, wearing what looks like one of Ajuna's relics on her torso. It's a wide copper breastplate, cracked and dented in places, rusting in others. "You commune with It." She says, unsheathing a short sword from a holster on her back. "We have no reason to trust what you say." "We killed the beast that was responsible." Says Krev, his hand gripping his sword tightly. A smaller Hilenite responds, their light hair floating like feathers around their face. You guess they're their leader from the way the rest of them part as they approach. "That's what it wanted you to think." They say, their copper piercings glistening in the dim light of the hall. "It fooled you already." [[You can talk this out with them. There has to be a way to resolve this peacefully.]] [[You think you have an idea of how to trick them, buying you some time to run.]] [[You're ready to fight, you're not letting them get away with this.]]

You step slowly towards the leader, sheathing your weapon in the process. They seem to relax minutely, raising an eyebrow as they wait for you to speak. "You keep mentioning //It// as if we have any idea what you're talking about." You tell them, continuing when they don't respond. "For all we know, we could be on the same side." "//It// is what your people call the Mycelian." They respond, spitting out the words. "We know you speak to it. I cannot allow you to complete your journey to strenghten it." Their eyes are steely with resolve, their slight frame a lot more imposing than it should be. You know they're not going to make this easy for you. "What if I'm willing to listen to alternatives?" You say, trying to appease their group. <<if $charisma gte 10>>The leader's eyes soften momentarily, turning to the armoured Hilenite in silent conversation. She nods at them, loosening her grip on her sword. Just as it seems like you'll be able to reach an agreement with them, an arrow comes flying from behind you, embedding itself through the eye of the Hilenite holding Ajuna. She takes the opportunity to free herself, Faren stepping forwards to push her behind him. <<else>>The leader's eyes harden, not convinced by your pleas. They turn to the armoured Hilenite in silent conversation. She nods at them, tightening her grip on her sword. Just as it seems like things are going to go badly for Ajuna, an arrow comes flying from behind you, embedding itself through the eye of the Hilenite holding her hostage. She takes the opportunity to free herself, Faren stepping forwards to push her behind him. <</if>> <<if $veinstay eq "yes">> You turn back to $vname in shock, $vtheir bow raised in front of $vthem. You glimpse $vthem notch another arrow before chaos ensues <<else>> You turn back to see $vname standing on a table with $their bow raised, $vtheir brow furrowed in anger. You hardly have time to process what $they 's doing here before chaos ensues.<</if>> You see the glint of a blade at your left, which is quickly deflected by Pevan's copper spear. Kal is on your right, their stocky frame easily countering the hits of two approaching Hilenites. <<if $veinstay eq "yes">> $vname stands on a table at the very back of your group, $vtheir arrows flying towards the centre of the commontion. You can only hope their aim now is as good as it was in your first fight.<</if>> You can't spot Reva anywhere, but you know that's a good sign. It means they won't see her coming. A Hilenite with meaty hands comes towards you, the knife in his hand swiping dangerously close to your midrif. You duck his next swipe, building some distance between you as you prepare your next move. [[Evade.]] [[Attack.]] <<set $talkout to "yes">>

You make eye contact with Ajuna, signaling that you'll be fighting your way out of this. She sends you a quick wink, her hand moving stealthily under the Hilenite's grip. You begin walking confidently towards them, seeing them all tense with their weapons raised. <<if $strength gte 10>>"Stop right there, unless you want her to die." Says the taller Hilenite with a shaky voice, your intimidating figure quickly approaching their group. Before they have any time to react, the Hilenite holding Ajuna begings coughing incontrollably, grasping at his throat. Ajuna uses the opportunity to break free of him, pushing herself out of his grasp. "She's an Arborist!" Yells another, trying to get his meaty hands on your mentor. Before he can come close, you're shoving him back with a kick, pointing your $weapon at him threateningly. Faren steps forwards to grab Ajuna, throwing her behind him as things quickly devolve into chaos.<<else>>"Stop right there, unless you want her to die." Yells the taller Hilenite, as you quickly approach their group. Before they have any time to react, the Hilenite holding Ajuna begings coughing incontrollably, grasping at his throat. Ajuna uses the opportunity to break free of him, pushing herself out of his grasp. "She's an Arborist!" Yells another, trying to get his meaty hands on your mentor. Before he can come close, you try shoving him back with a kick. Unfortunately, you're not strong enough, the Hilenite tripping you as he grabs hold of your leg. He manages to land a hit on Ajuna, sending her off-balance before Faren steps forwards to grab her. He manages to throw a glare at you before things quickly devolve into chaos.<</if>> You see the glint of a blade at your left, which is quickly deflected by Pevan's copper spear. Kal is on your right, their stocky frame easily countering the hits of two approaching Hilenites. You can't spot Reva anywhere, but you know that's a good sign. It means they won't see her coming.<<if $veinstay eq "yes">> $vname stands on a table at the very back of your group, $vtheir arrows flying towards the centre of the commontion. You can only hope their aim now is as good as it was in your first fight. The Hilenite with meaty hands is still coming towards you, the knife in his hand swiping dangerously close to your midrif. You duck his next swipe, building some distance between you as you prepare your next move.<<else>> To you surprise, you see $vname behind you, $vtheir arrows aiding you against the Hilenites. Before you can process what they're doing here, you see the Hilenite with meaty hands coming towards you, the knife in his hand swiping dangerously close to your midrif. You duck his next swipe, building some distance between you as you prepare your next move. <</if>> [[Evade.]] [[Attack.]]

You make eye contact with Ajuna, signaling that you have a plan. She sends you a quick wink, her hand moving stealthily under the Hilenite's grip. You take a couple steps towards them, seeing them all tense with their weapons raised. "I would let her go if I were you." You say to the Hilenite with the blade to her throat. <<if $wit gte 10>>You noticed as you walked in that they must not see Ajuna as such a big threat if they're threatening her with a wooden blade. Especially when they don't seem to be running low on copper. "You really think that blade can hurt her?" You ask, grinning maliciously. Although it was part of your plan, you're still a little surprised to see the panic that fills the Hilenite's eyes, his grip loosening momentarily. Ajuna uses the momentary distraction to slip out of his grasp, causing him to choke violently when he tries to regain his grip. "We already tested her you idiot!" Yells another, trying to get his meaty hands on your mentor. "She's just an Arborist!" Before he can reach her, Faren grasps his hand out, pushing her behind him. You're at a standstill now, both groups frozen as you wait for someone to make the first move. Their leader is the first to talk, their voice breaking through the tense silence. "We can't let you complete your ritual." They say with steely determination, their grip on their dagger tightening. The Hilenite that was holding Ajuna steps forward again, this time brandishing a copper mallet. His eyes are set on you, but before he can get any closer, an arrow comes flying from behind you, embedding itself through his eye. <<else>> Maybe if you give them reason to fear Ajuna, they'll be more likely to let her go. "She's the most dangerous Arborist in all of Ledici." You tell him, wavering a little when Ajuna looks at you in annoyance. "She might choose mercy if you let her go." The Hilenite scoffs at you, tightening his hold on Ajuna instead. "Or she might not." Says a Hilenite with meaty hands, letting you know your plan backfired. Just as it seems like things are going to go badly for Ajuna, an arrow comes flying from behind you, embedding itself through the eye of the Hilenite holding her hostage. She takes the opportunity to free herself, Faren stepping forwards to push her behind him. <</if>> <<if $veinstay eq "yes">> You turn back to $vname in shock, $vtheir bow raised in front of $vthem. You glimpse $vthem notch another arrow before chaos ensues <<else>> You turn back to see $vname standing on a table with $vtheir bow raised, $vtheir brow furrowed in anger. You hardly have time to process what $vthey 's doing here before chaos ensues.<</if>> You see the glint of a blade at your left, which is quickly deflected by Pevan's copper spear. Kal is on your right, their stocky frame easily countering the hits of two approaching Hilenites. <<if $veinstay eq "yes">> $vname stands on a table at the very back of your group, $vtheir arrows flying towards the centre of the commontion. You can only hope their aim now is as good as it was in your first fight.<</if>> You can't spot Reva anywhere, but you know that's a good sign. It means they won't see her coming. The Hilenite with meaty hands comes towards you, the knife in his hand swiping dangerously close to your midrif. You duck his next swipe, building some distance between you as you prepare your next move. [[Evade.]] [[Attack.]]

You go for the offensive, anger feeding into your calculated strikes. He evades your first blow easily, his blade deflecting the edge of your $weapon . However, he's too busy focusing on your weapon to see the undercut you send to his stomach, your fist pushing the breath out of his lungs. To his credit, he remains on his feet, his large palms raised defensively in front of him. You notice he dropped his dagger during your assault, leaving him practically defenseless. He tries to grip at the edge of your $weapon as you send a strike his way, but his bloody hands slip through the blade, allowing you to pierce it through his core. You leave him cradling his wound on the ground as you search for your next target. A loud thump behind you catches your attention. Krev is on the floor, his legs entangled by thin long vines controlled by a Hilenite in the shadows. //So they have an Arborist too.// You think, running to slash at the oddly shaped branches. Krev thanks you, quickly rising to his feet to block a hit from two other cultists. Reva seems to appear from nowhere, landing quick stabs as she helps Krev in his fight. You turn back to the Arborist to find them locked in a fight with Faren, their contrasting branches clashing against each other. While Faren's are stiff and strong, the Hilenite's bend and twist. You're about to approach them when you see the grin on Faren's face. He's going to enjoy this fight. You focus on the tall armoured Hilenite instead, watching as she tries to ambush Kal. Your Red Guard is easily overpowering two Hilenties, marking them as the biggest threat in your little group. Before the armoured one can get any closer, you clang your $weapon loudly against the back of her armour, the sound of metal on metal causing a loud clang to sound across the hall. She turns to you with pure annoyance in her eyes, looking at you like a bug she wants to squash. [[Throw her off-balance by taunting her.]] [[Fight smart and dirty.]] [[Overpower her. She may be strong, but you're stronger.]] <<set $ruth +=1>>

You choose to stay in the defensive, evading their next blow. He seems to be growing frustrated with your antics, quickly closing in the distance between you. He lands a hard blow on your shoulder, sending you reeling backwards. Thankfully it seems like his movements are slowing down, exhaustion sinking into his muscles. You take advantage of this as you evade their next blow, lacing your hands behind his head. You use his momentum and gravity to slam his face down on your knee, smiling when his limp body falls to the ground. A loud thump behind you catches your attention. Krev is on the floor, his legs entangled by thin long vines controlled by a Hilenite in the shadows. //So they have an Arborist too.// You think, running to slash at the oddly shaped branches. Krev thanks you, quickly rising to his feet to block a hit from two other cultists. Reva seems to appear from nowhere, landing quick stabs as she helps Krev in his fight. You turn back to the Arborist to find them locked in a fight with Faren, their contrasting branches clashing against each other. While Faren's are stiff and strong, the Hilenite's slither and twist. You're about to approach them when you see the grin on Faren's face. He's going to enjoy this fight. You focus on the leader of their group instead, their slight frame weaving easily through your group, delivering small cuts with their copper dagger. They're not deep enough to really hurt, but they do draw blood. They're about to catch the Reverend who's running towards the exit when you make your move. You try to grab hold of their mess of blonde hair, but they narrowly escape your reach, turning to look at you with fire in their eyes. [[Taunt them to throw them off-balance.]] [[Fight dirty and smart.]] [[Overpower them. They may be fast, but you're stronger.]] <<set $ruth -=1>>

<<if $charimsa gte 5>>You'll use your silver toungue to win this fight, it's worked for you before. Their leader seems pretty level-headed, but there has to be something that gets them to tick. "Come on you snake!" You tell them, watching for a reaction. "Or are you too much of a coward to fight for your people?" That seems to get to them. They snarl at you, taking a quick step towards you with their dagger raised. You evade their first slash, but they're able to deal a shallow cut to your forearm on their second try, switching their hold on the weapon so you don't see it coming. You hear their shallow breath of relief as they watch your wound. You raise an eyebrow in confusion, trying to figure out their strategy. "That's all you've got?" You ask tauntingly, as you circle each other. You tighten your grip on your $weapon as they seem to ready their next strike. You let them hit first again, now a little more confident that you can predict their movements. You hear the rythmic clang of metal as you parry one, two, three hits from their dagger in quick succession. They seem to give up after the third one, throwing their dagger to their other hand. That does surprise you, and you barely have time to move away as they slash your core. The blade manages to glance off your skin, leaving a thin line of blood on your stomach. They mean business. "Finally some spine!" You yell at them, searching for a last ditch effort to distract them. "I thought you would just dance around us while the big oaf took the brunt." You see the fear in their eyes before they turn to look at the tall Hilenite. She's in an even match with Kal right now, their blows echoing through the hall. That split second distraction is all you need. You tackle the leader to the ground holding their wrists until they drop the dagger. <<if $talkout eq "yes">> They seem defeated, looking at you with pity in their eyes. "Use copper. Just keep it on you." They say. You're inclined to ask them why, when you see them slyly trying to get their dagger back into their hands. <<else>>They frown from their place below you, spitting their next words. "You don't understand what you're doing." They say, still struggling in your grip. "None of you tree-dwellers do." <</if>>You end the fight for once and for all. [[You slash their neck, killing them instantly.]] [[You hit them on the head with the hilt of your weapon, knocking them out.]] <<else>>You'll use your silver toungue to win this fight, it's never worked for you before but there's no day like the present. Their leader seems pretty level-headed, but there has to be something that gets them to tick. "Come on you snake!" You tell them, watching their reaction. "You think you're doing any damage like that?" They take a calm step towards you with their dagger raised. You're able to evade their first slash, but they're able to cut your forearm with their second, switching their hold on the weapon so you don't see it coming. You hear their shallow breath of relief as they watch your wound. You raise an eyebrow in confusion as you try to figure out their strategy. "That's all you've got?" You ask tauntingly, as you circle each other. You tighten your grip on your $weapon as they ready their next strike. You hear the rythmic clang of metal as you try to parry one, two, three hits from their dagger in quick succession. There are small cuts all over your arms now, your movements not fast enough to stop them. They switch strategies, throwing their dagger to their other hand. They take you by surprise, tripping you by the ankle as they land on top of you with their dagger by your neck.<<if $talkout eq "yes">> They look reluctanct, looking at you with pity in their eyes. "Use copper. Just keep it on you." They say. You're inclined to ask them why, when you see the butt of their weapon coming down towards your head. <<else>>They frown at you from their place above you, spitting their next words. "You don't understand what you're doing." They say as you struggle in their grip. "None of you tree-dwellers do." They raise their dagger to deal a fatal blow.<</if>> You're saved by the sound of clanging armour, the tall Hilenite falling as Kal deals a heavy blow to her. The leader leaves you without a second glance, running to the aid of their friend. You take a couple seconds to catch your breath before you're back on your feet, bruised and a lot worse for wear. [[Get back to the fight.]] <</if>>

You'll fight them smart and dirty. There are no rules in a real skirmish. You start to strategize against them, thinking of what you can use to your advantage. <<if $wit gte 5>>You notice their weakness almost immediately. They're wearing copious amounts of jewlery, including metal studs and bangles poking through their skin. It won't be pretty, but you can definitely make those hurt. "What are you waiting for?" You ask them, hoping to get them to come closer. They grunt at you, taking a quick step towards you with their dagger raised. You're able to evade their first slash, but they're able to cut your forearm on their second one, switching their hold on the weapon so you don't see it coming. You hear their shallow breath of relief as they watch your wound. You raise an eyebrow in confusion, trying to figure out their strategy. "That's all you've got?" You ask tauntingly, as you circle each other. You tighten your grip on your $weapon as they ready their next strike. You let them hit first again, now a little more confident that you can predict their movements. You hear the rythmic clang of metal as you parry one, two, three hits from their dagger in quick succession. They seem to give up after the third one, throwing their dagger to their other hand. That does surprise you, and you barely have time to move away as they slash at your core. The blade manages to glance off your skin, leaving a thin line of blood on your stomach. Unfortunately for them, they've also come into your range. You grab hold of a handful of their chains, bringing their head closer so you can push your fist into their eyebrow piercings. They scream in pain as they dig into their skin, the blood pouring from them dripping into their eye. They know your strategy now, but they're also a lot worse for wear. The Hilenite leader brings their dagger back up, trying to shake the blood from their brow. You easily sidestep their next blow, tackling them to the ground. You hold both of their wrists until they drop the dagger. <<if $talkout eq "yes">> They look defeated, looking at you with pity in their eyes. "Use copper. Just keep it on you." They say. You're inclined to ask them why, when you see them slyly trying to get their dagger back into their hands. <<else>>They frown at you from their place below you, spitting their next words. "You don't understand what you're doing." They say, still struggling in your grip. "None of you tree-dwellers do." <</if>>You have to end the fight for once and for all. [[You slash their neck, killing them instantly.]] [[You hit them on the head with the hilt of your weapon, knocking them out.]] <<else>>You don't have enough time to device a plan before they're upon you. You're able to evade their first slash, but they cut your forearm on their second one, switching their hold on the weapon so you don't see it coming. You hear their shallow breath of relief as they watch your wound. You raise an eyebrow in confusion as you try to figure out their strategy. "That's all you've got?" You ask shakily, as you circle each other. You tighten your grip on your $weapon as they ready their next strike. You hear the rythmic clang of metal as you try to parry one, two, three hits from their dagger in quick succession. There are small cuts all over your arms now, your movements not fast enough to stop them. They switch strategies, throwing their dagger to their other hand. It takes you by surprise, allowing them to trip you by the ankle, landing on top of you with their dagger on your neck.<<if $talkout eq "yes">> They look reluctanct, looking at you with pity in their eyes. "Use copper. Just keep it on you." They say. You're inclined to ask them why, when you see the butt of their weapon coming down towards your head. <<else>>They frown at you from their place above you, spitting their next words. "You don't understand what you're doing." They say as you struggle in their grip. "None of you tree-dwellers do." They raise their dagger to deal a fatal blow.<</if>> You're saved by the sound of clanging armour, the tall Hilenite falling as Kal deals a heavy blow to them. The leader leaves you without a second glance, running to the aid of their friend. You take a couple seconds to catch your breath before you're back on your feet, bruised and a lot worse for wear. [[Get back to the fight.]] <</if>>

You'll overpower them. They may be fast, but you're stronger. You step forward with your $weapon in hand, twirling it confidently as they squint at you. "What are you waiting for?" You tell them, ready for the fight to begin. Your body is tense with adrenaline as they come at you in a flash. <<if $strength gte 5>>You're able to evade their first slash, but they're able to cut your forearm on their second one, switching their hold on the weapon so you don't see it coming. You hear their shallow breath of relief as they watch your wound. You raise an eyebrow in confusion as you try to figure out their strategy. "That's all you've got?" You ask tauntingly, as you circle each other. They're definitely taking you for a spin. You let them strike first again, now a little more confident that you can predict their movements. You hear the rythmic clang of metal as you parry one, two, three hits from their dagger in quick succession. They seem to give up after the third one, throwing their dagger to their other hand. That does surprise you, and you barely have time to move away as they slash at your core. The blade manages to glance off your skin, leaving a thin line of blood on your stomach. They're serious now. You don't let them catch their breath before you're upon them, shoving them backwards roughly as you strike with your $weapon . You come at them relentlessly, their reflexes fast enough to parry your blows, but not strong enough to keep them from pushing them backwards. You see your chance when their arms start shaking from exhaustion, a small twitch in their muscles telling you they won't be able to keep this up much longer. You wait for them to deal the next blow, easily sidestepping them as you push them to the ground. You pin them underneath you, holding their wrists until they drop the dagger. <<if $talkout eq "yes">> They look defeated, watching you with pity in their eyes. "Use copper. Just keep it on you." They say. You're inclined to ask them why, when you see them slyly trying to get their dagger back into their hands. <<else>>They frown at you from their place below you, spitting their next words. "You don't understand what you're doing." They say, still struggling in your grip. "None of you tree-dwellers do." <</if>>You have to end the fight for once and for all. [[You slash their neck, killing them instantly.]] [[You hit them on the head with the hilt of your weapon, knocking them out.]] <<else>>You're able to evade their first slash, but they cut your forearm on their second one, switching their hold on the weapon so you don't see it coming. You hear their shallow breath of relief as they watch your wound. You raise an eyebrow in confusion, trying to figure out their strategy. "That's all you've got?" You ask shakily, as you circle each other. You tighten your grip on your $weapon as they ready their next strike. You hear the rythmic clang of metal as you try to parry one, two, three hits from their dagger in quick succession. There are small cuts all over your arms now, your movements not fast enough to stop them. They switch strategies, throwing their dagger to their other hand. They take you by surprise, tripping you by the ankle as they land on top of you with their dagger to your neck.<<if $talkout eq "yes">> They look reluctanct, looking at you with pity in their eyes. "Use copper. Just keep it on you." They say. You're inclined to ask them why, when you see the butt of their weapon coming down towards your head. <<else>>They frown at you from their place above you, spitting their next words. "You don't understand what you're doing." They say as you struggle in their grip. "None of you tree-dwellers do." They raise her dagger to to your neck.<</if>> You're saved by the sound of clanging armour, the tall Hilenite falling as Kal deals a heavy blow to her. The leader leaves you without a second glance, running to the aid of their friend. You take a couple seconds to catch your breath before you're back on your feet, bruised and a lot worse for wear. [[Get back to the fight.]] <</if>>

You'll fight her smart and dirty. There are no rules in a real skirmish. You start to strategize against her, thinking of what you can use in your surroundings. As you look around, you realize the place is falling apart. <<if $wit gte 5>>You remember the tapestry Ajuna was gently examining earlier, how it was practically hanging from a thread above you. If you can trick the Hilenite into standing below it, you can bring it down on her head. "Come on you big hunk of metal!" You yell at her, backing up slowly as she approaches. She twirsl her sword in her hand, showing off her skill with it before striking. You narrowly avoid her strike, ducking right before the blade reaches your head. That was too close. Luckily you only need to fend her off for a couple more meters. You prepare yourself as she sends another strike at you. You parry it in time, but the sheer force of it sends you reeling backwards. You let the momentum carry you a little further than it should, hoping to get her closer to where you want her. She doesn't seem to notice your tactic yet, approaching you for another blow. You plaster a scared look on your face, waiting for her to reach the spot under the tapestry. Just as she's raising her sword at you, you send your weapon flying upwards, hitting the tapestry clumsily. She laughs at your attempt, thinking you're dead meat, until the tapestry comes flying down on her head, your $weapon with it. Although it isn't particularly heavy, it blocks her vision long enough for you to tackle her to the ground, straddling her back as she tries to raise herself up. You only have a couple seconds to end the fight, so you do what you think is best. [[You plunge your weapon into the back of her neck, killing her instantly.]] [[You hit her with the hilt of your weapon on the head, knocking her out.]] <<else>>You look around for anything that would aid you when you spot the tapestry Ajuna was gently examining earlier, how it was practically hanging from a thread above you. If you can trick the Hilenite into standing below it, you can bring it down on her head. Unfortunately, she's already seen you looking at it. She laughs as she stares between you and the tapestry, and you know now that your plan will not work. She twirls her sword in her hand, showing off her skill with it before striking. You narrowly avoid her strike, ducking right before the blade reaches your head. That was too close. You have to think of something else. Unfortunately her stamina does not seem to be weaning. She is relentless in her assault. She takes a step closer to you as she feints her sword to the left. You parry her in time, but before you can see her next blow, she sends a kick to your chest that has you flying across the hall. You lay on your back for a couple seconds trying to catch your breath, but when you get up you realize the Hilenite's attention is not on you anymore. She seems to be searching for a more worthy opponent. [[Get back into the fight.]] <</if>>

<<if $charimsa gte 5>>You'll use your silver toungue to win this fight, it's worked for you before. The big oaf seems easy to enrage, and you can use that to your advantage. "Come on you big hunk of metal!" You yell at her, backing up slowly as she approaches you. She twirls her sword in her hand, showing off her skill with it before striking. You narrowly avoid her strike, ducking right before the blade reaches your head. That was too close. You're going to have to push her harder, make her lose her cool. Luckily she seems the prideful sort. "I really don't get your choice of wardrobe." You say, feigning disgust at the way she's dressed. "That copper tone really washes you out." "Shut up." She mutters under her breath, sending another strike at you. You parry it in time, but the sheer force of it sends you reeling backwards. You recover quickly, not letting her see you stumble. "I guess it doesn't really matter anyways, huh?" You say, knowing you've caught her attention. "Nothing can fix a mug like yours. A face even a mother can't love." That hits a spot. You inwardly congratulate yourself as she comes charging towards you, her sword raised in one hand. You step to the side just in time, landing a kick to her back as she stumbles past you. Her momentum and the force of your kick sends her tumbling to the ground. You're pinning her back in a second, not letting this opportunity go to waste. You decide to finish the fight before she can get the upper hand. [[You plunge your weapon into the back of her neck, killing her instantly.]] [[You hit her with the hilt of your weapon on the head, knocking her out.]] <<else>>You'll use your silver toungue to win this fight, it's never worked for you before but there's no day like the present. Hopefully you can get the big oaf to lose her calm. "Come on you big hunk of metal!" You yell at her, backing up slowly as she approaches. She twirls her sword in her hand, showing off herr skill with it before striking. You narrowly avoid her strike, ducking right before the blade reaches your head. That was too close. You're going to try again. "Hey, stupid head!" You yell, somewhat incoherently. "You missed!" Unfortunately her patience does not seem to be wearing. She rolls her eyes at you as she feints with her sword to the left. You parry her in time, but before you can see her next blow, she sends a kick to your chest that has you flying across the hall. You lay on your back for a couple seconds trying to catch your breath, and when you get up you realize the Hilenite's attention is not on you anymore. She seems to be searching for a more worthy opponent. [[Get back into the fight.]] <</if>>

<<if $strength gte 5>>She may be the strongest fighter in her group, but you're confident you can rival her strength. You step forwards with your $weapon in hand, twirling it confidently as she stares daggers at you. "Come on you big hunk of metal!" You yell at her, letting her approach you. She tightens the hold on her sword, her muscles tensing before striking. You narrowly avoid her strike, ducking right before the blade reaches your head. You have her where you want her. You strike in turn, sending your $weapon flying to her underarm, where the metal breastplate ends. Unfortunately, she manages to swipe your blade away before it breaks skin, saving herself from a debilitating injury. You retreat, bringing your weapon in front of you defensively, readying yourself for her next strike. You parry it in time, but the sheer force of it sends you reeling backwards. You dig your feet to the ground, pushing against her blade with your own. You hear the sound of shrieking metal as you match strength, sparks flying when you finally break apart. You stare intently at each other, breathing hard. This fight needs to end soon. With one last burst of strength you propell yourself forwards, tackling the Hilenite and taking her by surprise. You struggle on the ground, both unarmed. You manage to get the upper hand, straddling her with your legs, your arms raised above her head. You only have a couple seconds to end the fight, so you do what you think is best. [[You bring your hands to her throat and strangle her until she breathes her last breath.]] [[You smash her head against the marble flooring to knock her out.]] <<else>>You may not be the strongest fighter, but you think you may stand a chance. You step forwards with your $weapon in hand, hesitating a little as she stares daggers at you. "Come on you big hunk of metal!" You yell at her, backing up slowly as she approaches you. She twirls her sword in her hand, showing off her skill with it before striking. You narrowly avoid her strike, ducking right before the blade reaches your head. That was too close. You're going to try again. You retreat, bringing your weapon in front of you defensively, readying yourself for her next strike. You parry it in time, but the sheer force of it sends you reeling backwards. You dig your feet to the ground, pushing against her blade with your own. Unfortunately she's stronger than you, and with one final push she sends you flying backwards across the hall. You lay on your back for a couple seconds trying to catch your breath, and when you get up you realize the Hilenite's attention is not on you anymore. She seems to be searching for a more worthy opponent. [[Get back into the fight.]] <</if>>

You look towards your companions to see who needs help, but it looks like most of the fighting has come to an end. There are two Hilenite bodies on the ground. There are a couple more injured, one of them limping towards the exit. Your party is hardly faring better. Krev is nursing a deep wound on his shoulder, Reva trying to steady him as Ajuna heals it. Dasius is crouching behind a broken table, looking frantically at the remaining Hilenites in the room. Faren is on his knees in front of the Hilenite Arborist, who is crawling away from him with his arms entangled in branches. Kal is breathing hard as the tall hilenite retreats from them with fear in their eyes. She follows their leader who is ordering for their retreat. $vname standing at Kal's back, their hand gripping their shoulder. Pevan is limping towards you with their mask halfway up their head, a relieved smile on their face as they realize that the remaining Hilenites are rapidly retreating through the castle's gatehouse. Their smile quickly fades as they stare behind you, looking over your shoulder to the retreating Hilenites. One of them turns with their dagger raised above their head, sending it flying towards your guard. You're too far to stop it. [[Watch as the dagger flies past you.]] <<set $kill to 0>>

You look towards your companions to see who needs help, but it looks like most of the fighting has come to an end. There are two Hilenite bodies on the ground. There are a couple more injured, one of them limping towards the exit. Your party is hardly faring better. Krev is nursing a deep wound on his shoulder, Reva trying to steady him as Ajuna heals it. Dasius is crouching behind a broken table, looking frantically at the remaining Hilenites in the room. Faren is on his knees in front of the Hilenite Arborist, who is crawling away from him with his arms entangled in branches. Kal is breathing hard as the two Hilenites retreat from them with fear in their eyes. The leader orders for their group's retreat, waiting for them by the exit. $vname standing at Kal's back, their hand gripping their shoulder. Pevan is limping towards you with their mask halfway up their head, a relieved smile on their face as they realize that the remaining Hilenites are rapidly retreating through the castle's gatehouse. Their smile quickly fades as they stare behind you, where one of the injured Hilenites is retreating. They turn with their dagger raised above their head, sending it flying towards their head. [[Shove them out of the way, even if it means putting yourself in harm's way.]] [[Watch as the dagger flies past you.]] <<set $kill to 0>>

You bring your hands to her throat and strangle her until she takes her last breath. You rise to your feet, stepping away from her still body. You're startled by a pained scream, the Hilenite leader running towards their armoured friend with tears in their eyes. It's only when they kneel besides her, cradling her large head on their legs that you notice their resemblance. "Ilia, get up..." They say, smoothing her pale head of hair. "Get up you big dummy." You leave them to grieve, stepping away slowly before they turn their ire on you. You look towards the rest of the room. There are four Hilenite bodies on the ground, two of them by your hand. There are a couple more injured, one of them limping towards the exit. Your party is doing a little better. Krev is nursing a deep wound on his shoulder, Reva trying to steady him as Ajuna heals it. Dasius is crouching behind a broken table, looking frantically at the remaining Hilenites in the room. Faren is on his knees in front of the Hilenite Arborist, who is crawling away from him with his arms entangled in branches. Kal is breathing hard over the two remaining bodies, $vname standing at their back, their hand gripping their shoulder. Pevan is limping towards you with their mask halfway up their head, a relieved smile on their face as they realize that the remaining Hilenites are rapidly retreating through the castle's gatehouse. Their smile quickly fades as they stare behind you, where the Hilenite leader stands with fury in their eyes. They look at you once before shifting their gaze to Pevan, their dagger flying towards your guard's head. [[Shove them out of the way, even if it means putting yourself in harm's way.]] [[Watch as the dagger flies past you.][$ruth += 1]] <<set $kill to 2>><<set $ilia to "dead">><<set $ruth +=1>>

You slam her head against the marble flooring, knocking her out before she can retaliate. You rise from her sleeping body to survey the room around you. There are two Hilenite bodies on the ground, one of them by your hand. There are a couple more injured, one of them limping towards the exit. Your party is hardly faring better. Krev is nursing a deep wound on his shoulder, Reva trying to steady him as Ajuna heals it. Dasius is crouching behind a broken table, looking frantically at the remaining Hilenites in the room. Faren is on his knees in front of the Hilenite Arborist, who is crawling away from him with his arms entangled in branches. Kal is breathing hard as the Hilenite leader retreats from them with fear in their eyes. They drag their armoured companion's limp form as they go. $vname standing at Kal's back, their hand gripping their shoulder. Pevan is limping towards you with their mask halfway up their head, a relieved smile on their face as they realize that the remaining Hilenites are rapidly retreating through the castle's gatehouse. Their smile quickly fades as they stare behind you, where one of the injured Hilenites is retreating. He turns with his dagger raised above his head, sending it flying towards your guard. [[Shove them out of the way, even if it means putting yourself in harm's way.]] [[Watch as the dagger flies past you.][$ruth += 1]] <<set $kill to 1>><<set $ruth -=1>>

You plunge your $weapon into the back of her neck with one powerful strike, her body twitching a couple times before it stills under yours. You rise to your feet, stepping away from the puddle of blood growing under her. You're startled by a pained scream, the Hilenite leader running towards their armoured friend with tears in their eyes. It's only when they kneel besides her, cradling her large head on their legs that you notice their resemblance. "Ilia, get up..." They say, smoothing her pale head of hair. "Get up you big dummy." You leave them to grieve, stepping away slowly before they turn their ire on you. You look towards the rest of the room. There are four hilenite bodies on the ground, two of them by your hand. There are a couple more injured, one of them limping towards the exit. Your party is doing a little better. Krev is nursing a deep wound on his shoulder, Reva trying to steady him as Ajuna heals it. Dasius is crouching behind a broken table, looking frantically at the remaining Hilenites in the room. Faren is on his knees in front of the Hilenite Arborist, who is crawling away from him with his arms entangled in branches. Kal is breathing hard over the two remaining bodies, $vname standing at their back, their hand gripping their shoulder. Pevan is limping towards you with their mask halfway up their head, a relieved smile on their face as they realize that the remaining Hilenites are rapidly retreating through the castle's gatehouse. Their smile quickly fades as they stare behind you, where the Hilenite leader stands with fury in their eyes. They look at you once before shifting their gaze to Pevan, their dagger flying towards your guard's head. [[Shove them out of the way, even if it means putting yourself in harm's way.]] [[Watch as the dagger flies past you.][$ruth += 1]] <<set $kill to 2>><<set $ilia to "dead">><<set $ruth +=1>>

You hit her on the head with the hilt of your weapon, knocking her out before she can retaliate. You rise from her unconcsious body to survey the room around you. There are two Hilenite bodies on the ground, one of them by your hand. There are a couple more injured, one of them limping towards the exit. Your party is hardly faring better. Krev is nursing a deep wound on his shoulder, Reva trying to steady him as Ajuna heals it. Dasius is crouching behind a broken table, looking frantically at the remaining Hilenites in the room. Faren is on his knees in front of the Hilenite Arborist, who is crawling away from him with his arms entangled in branches. Kal is breathing hard as the Hilenite leader retreats from them with fear in their eyes. They drag their armoured companion's limp form as they go. $vname standing at Kal's back, their hand gripping their shoulder. Pevan is limping towards you with their mask halfway up their head, a relieved smile on their face as they realize that the remaining Hilenites are rapidly retreating through the castle's gatehouse. Their smile quickly fades as they stare behind you, where one of the injured Hilenites is retreating. He turns with his dagger raised above his head, sending it flying towards your guard. [[Shove them out of the way, even if it means putting yourself in harm's way.]] [[Watch as the dagger flies past you.][$ruth += 1]] <<set $kill to 1>><<set $ruth -=1>>

You slash their neck with the sharp blade of your $weapon their blood spraying on your clothes as their body stills below you. You rise to your feet, stepping away from the puddle of blood growing under them. You're startled by a pained scream, the tall Hilenite running towards her leader with tears in her eyes. It's only when they kneel besides them, holding their face between her large hands, that you notice their resemblance. "Kota?" She asks, trying to apply pressure on their wound. "Don't go, please." You leave her to grieve, stepping away slowly before she turns her ire on you. You look towards the rest of the room. There are three Hilenite bodies on the ground, one of them by your hand. There are a couple more injured, one of them limping towards the exit. Your party is doing a little better. Krev is nursing a deep wound on his shoulder, Reva trying to steady him as Ajuna heals it. Dasius is crouching behind a broken table, looking frantically at the remaining Hilenites in the room. Faren is on his knees in front of the Hilenite Arborist, who is crawling away from him with his arms entangled in branches. Kal is breathing hard over the two remaining bodies, $vname standing at their back, their hand gripping their shoulder. Pevan is limping towards you with their mask halfway up their head, a relieved smile on their face as they realize that the remaining Hilenites are rapidly retreating through the castle's gatehouse. Their smile quickly fades as they stare behind you, where the tall Hilenite stands with fury in her eyes. It takes her less than a second to pick up her leader's dagger, throwing it at Pevan's head with a guttural yell. [[Shove them out of the way, even if it means putting yourself in harm's way.]] [[Watch as the dagger flies past you.][$ruth += 1]] <<set $kill to 1>><<set $kota to "dead">><<set $ruth +=1>>

You hit them on the head with the hilt of your weapon, knocking them out before they can retaliate. You rise from their unconscious body to survey the room around you. There are two Hilenite bodies on the ground. There are a couple more injured, one of them limping towards the exit. Your party is hardly faring better. Krev is nursing a deep wound on his shoulder, Reva trying to steady him as Ajuna heals it. Dasius is crouching behind a broken table, looking frantically at the remaining Hilenites in the room. Faren is on his knees in front of the Hilenite Arborist, who is crawling away from him with his arms entangled in branches. Kal is breathing hard as the tall hilenite retreats from them with fear in her eyes. She picks up her leader's limp form as she goes. $vname standing at Kal's back, $vtheir hand gripping their shoulder. Pevan is limping towards you with their mask halfway up their head, a relieved smile on their face as they realize that the remaining Hilenites are rapidly retreating through the castle's gatehouse. Their smile quickly fades as they stare behind you, where one of the injured Hilenites is retreating. He turns with his dagger raised above his head, sending it flying towards your guard. [[Shove them out of the way, even if it means putting yourself in harm's way.]] [[Watch as the dagger flies past you.][$ruth += 1]] <<set $kill to 0>><<set $ruth -=1>>

You act on pure instinct, shoving Pevan out of the way before the dagger can reach them. The last thing you feel before you go down is a blunt pressure against your head. <<set $kal += 10>> [[Dissolution.|5c4]]

You watch as the dagger flies past you, Pevan trying to lower their mask just as it collides with their head. You hear their screams as they hold on to their wound, the hilt of the dagger protruding from the wood of the mask's face. Ajuna leaves Krev's side by the floor, rushing to Pevan as you do. You hold their head steady as Ajuna works, the Hilenites long gone. You hear Ajuna curse as she tries to work through the blood, splinters of wood hindering her work. She's hesitant to remove the dagger, but she won't be able to remove the mask with it still embedded. She pulls it out in one quick movement, removing the damaged mask with it. Pevan stops screaming. You have to look away from the gruesome sight of Pevan's face. You're breathing hard, wondering if you could've stopped it. Reva puts her arm on your shoulder, leading you away so Ajuna can work in peace. Kal takes your place by Pevan, aiding her with whatever she needs. You busy yourself by helping Krev instead, the wound on his shoulder still an immediate concern. You are skilled enough in first aid to finish what Ajuna started, making yourself useful while you wait on Pevan's condition. <<if $veinstay eq "yes">>Once Krev is dealt with, you join the rest of your party in preparing for the night, setting up some defenses in the hall just in case the Hilenites plan to attack again. You doubt they will yet, considering the state they were in, but it doesn't hurt to be careful. You catch one last glimpse of Pevan before you go to sleep, their breaths coming evenly as they rest on their bedroll. Ajuna is still by their side, checking on the bandages that cover their eyes. Your stomach clenches when you see the mournful expression on her face. You turn away from them, wrapping your bedroll tighter around yourself. [[Sleep.]] <<else>>Once Krev is dealt with, you realize there's someone else who merits your attention. You turn to where $vname is sitting with Reva and Faren, talking in hushed whispers as they prepare to set up camp. [["What are you doing here?" You ask as you approach them.]] [["Thank you, for today." You tell them.]] [["Why did you help us against the Hilenites?" You ask them.]] <</if>>

"What are you doing here?" You ask as you approach $vthem . You can't help the edge in your voice as you say the words, it's too much of a coincidence for $vthem to appear again. $vname simply gestures around $vthem , spreading $vtheir hands wide to signal the empty hall. "What do you think?" $vThey say, though $vtheir smile is friendly. "Is this the place you were talking about?" You ask them, your eyes drifting to the rubble. "Where you find the old world relics?" "This is one of them." $vThey replies, juggling an empty bag by $vtheir side. "Not as profitable as some of the ones closer to the centre of the Thicket." "That doesn't explain why you helped us with the Hilenites." You say, still defensive. $vname turns to look at you $vtheir face twisted in a displeased expression. "I've had to deal with them too many times." $vThey tells you, shaking $vtheir head in disgust. "I couldn't just stand and watch." "So what?" You say, the fight draining out of you. "We're just going to wind up in the same places whether we like it or not?" "I could try my best to stay out of your way, but considering how things went today I think we'll both be losing out." $vThey answers, $vtheir eyes drifting to a dead Hilenite on the ground, $vtheir arrows sticking out from their back. You consider your options and realize that there's not much room for debate. Whether you like it or not $vname has saved your life twice already. Having $vthem travel with you will hardly stunt your chances of survival. <<if $charisma gte 10>><<if $talkout eq "yes">> You're not exactly happy with how $vthey handled the situation with the Hilenites, but you have to admit that $vthey has more experience dealing with them.<</if>><</if>> Reva perks up at your silence, stepping forwards to join the conversation. "Does that decide it then?" She asks. "Is $vthey going to be joining us?" "I still don't think we can trust $vthem ." Says Faren, standing a couple feet away. "But an enemy of our enemy could be useful." "What do you need from us?" You ask $vname , watching $vthem carefully. They smile a little at your question, $their shoulders relaxing as $vthey realizes that you're not dismissing $vthem . "Just a space near your campfire. A hand with any aggressive Hilenites." $vThey grins cheekily at you, $vtheir voice husky. "The pleasure of your company." <<if $ra gt $fa>>"Bold, I like it." Says Reva with a smile, though you notice it doesn't reach her eyes.<<elseif $fa gt $ra>>Faren tenses at the last comment, looking between you and $vname .<</if>> "You can join us for now." You tell them with a tired sigh, still thinking of Pevan. "We will reconvene with the rest of the group in the morning." $vname nods at you gratefully, the conversation fizzling out naturally. You join the rest of your party in preparing for the night, setting up some defenses in the hall just in case the Hilenites plan to attack again. You doubt they will tonight, considering the state they were in, but it doesn't hurt to be careful. You catch one last glimpse of Pevan before you go to sleep, their breaths coming evenly as they rest on their bedroll. Ajuna is still by their side, checking on the bandages that cover their eyes. Your stomach clenches when you see the mournful expression on her face. You turn away from them, wrapping your bedroll tighter around yourself. [[Sleep.]]

"Thank you for today." You tell $vthem , grateful for $vtheir appearance in the fight. Things could've ended badly if $vthey hadn't been there to help you. $vname looks to where Ajuna is helping Pevan, $vtheir eyebrows tilting downwards. "I wish I could've been of more help." $vThey says, meeting you gaze. "Does that decide it then?" Asks Reva, stepping into the conversation. "Is $vthey going to be joining us?" "I still don't think we can trust $vthem ." Says Faren, standing a couple feet away. "But an enemy of our enemy could be useful." You consider your options and realize that there's not much room for debate. Whether you like it or not $vname has saved your life twice already. Having $vthem travel with you will hardly stunt your chances of survival. "What do you need from us?" You ask $vname , watching $vthem carefully. They smile a little at your question, $their shoulders relaxing as $vthey realizes that you're not dismissing $vthem . "Just a space near your campfire. A hand with any aggressive Hilenites." $vThey grins cheekily at you, $vtheir voice husky. "The pleasure of your company." <<if $ra gt $fa>>"Bold, I like it." Says Reva with a smile, though you notice it doesn't reach her eyes.<<elseif $fa gt $ra>>Faren tenses at the last comment, looking between you and $vname .<</if>> "You can join us for now." You tell them with a tired sigh, still thinking of Pevan. "We will reconvene with the rest of the group in the morning." $vname nods at you gratefully, the conversation fizzling out naturally. You join the rest of your party in preparing for the night, setting up some defenses in the hall just in case the Hilenites plan to attack again. You doubt they will tonight, considering the state they were in, but it doesn't hurt to be careful. You catch one last glimpse of Pevan before you go to sleep, their breaths coming evenly as they rest on their bedroll. Ajuna is still by their side, checking on the bandages that cover their eyes. Your stomach clenches when you see the mournful expression on her face. You turn away from them, wrapping your bedroll tighter around yourself. [[Sleep.]]

"Why did you help us against the Hilenites?" You ask them. $vname turns to look at you $vtheir face twisted in a displeased expression. "I've had to deal with them too many times." $vThey tells you, shaking $vtheir head in disgust. "I couldn't just stand and watch." "Is this one of the places you were talking about?" You ask them, your eyes drifting to the hall. "Where you find the old world relics?" "This is one of them." $vThey replies, juggling an empty bag by $vtheir side. "Not as profitable as some of the ones closer to the centre of the Thicket." "Does that decide it then?" Asks Reva, stepping into the conversation. "Is $vthey going to be joining us?" "I still don't think we can trust $vthem ." Says Faren, standing a couple feet away. "But an enemy of our enemy could be useful." You consider your options and realize that there's not much room for debate. Whether you like it or not $vname has saved your life twice already. Having $vthem travel with you will hardly stunt your chances of survival. <<if $charisma gte 10>><<if $talkout eq "yes">> You're not exactly happy with how $vthey handled the situation with the Hilenites, but you have to admit that $vthey has more experience dealing with them.<</if>><</if>> "What do you need from us?" You ask $vname , watching $vthem carefully. They smile a little at your question, $their shoulders relaxing as $vthey realizes that you're not dismissing $vthem . "Just a space near your campfire. A hand with any aggressive Hilenites." $vThey grins cheekily at you, $vtheir voice husky. "The pleasure of your company." <<if $ra gt $fa>>"Bold, I like it." Says Reva with a smile, though you notice it doesn't reach her eyes.<<elseif $fa gt $ra>>Faren tenses at that last comment, looking between you and $vname .<</if>> "You can join us for now." You tell them with a tired sigh, still thinking of Pevan. "We will reconvene with the rest of the group in the morning." $vname nods at you gratefully, the conversation fizzling out naturally. You join the rest of your party in preparing for the night, setting up some defenses in the hall just in case the Hilenites plan to attack again. You doubt they will tonight, considering the state they were in, but it doesn't hurt to be careful. You catch one last glimpse of Pevan before you go to sleep, their breaths coming evenly as they rest on their bedroll. Ajuna is still by their side, checking on the bandages that cover their eyes. Your stomach clenches when you see the mournful expression on her face. You turn away from them, wrapping your bedroll tighter around yourself. [[Sleep.]]

"$name " You hear a concerned voice say, their hands on your shoulders. "$name " You hear again, this time opening your eyes slowly to see a red mask staring back at you. "Pevan..." You whisper from cracked lips, wondering if you were fast enough to save them. "Pevan is fine." Answers Kal, their strong hands still holding on to your shoulders. You lean your head back on the ground, dizzy still from the blow you received. You feel suddenly nauseous, leaning on your side to empty the contents of your stomach. Kal steadies you, <<if $hairlength eq "bald">>keeping your head from dropping.<<elseif $hairlength eq "cropped">>keeping your head from dropping.<<else>>holding your hair back from your face. <</if>>You lean back into them when you're done, glad for their support. Once you feel more steady they hand you your water skin, watching with concern as you drink from it. <<if $kal gte 25>>"What happened?" You ask eventually, sitting up fully. You notice you're still in the castle's hall, but it's significantly darker now. The only source of light is the glow of a makeshift fire in the centre of the hall, where your companions have settled down. $vname seems to have joined your group as well, their tent propped some distance from the bed rolls. Pevan is in one of them, sleeping soundly as you speak. "You saved them." Says Kal, following your gaze. "You put their life before yours." "But how..." You begin asking before Kal cuts you off. "$vname intercepted the dagger with one of $vtheir arrows." They answer, looking at a specific bedroll in particular. "You were hit by it's blunt edge instead." You breathe a sigh of relief at the news. It's not ideal, but it could've been a lot worse. "I feel like shit." You tell Kal as you slump back in bed. They chuckle a little at your candor, bringing their hand up to your head. "You have a minor concussion." They say, their calloused fingers gently tracing your forehead. "And a nasty looking bruise." "Not my pretty face..." You whisper as you drift back into sleep. "You'll be fine." They respond with a touch of humor. "Get some sleep, I'll let the rest know that you're okay." You hardly nod before you drift back into the darkness. <<elseif $fa gt $ra>> <<if $they eq "they">>"Are they awake?" You hear Faren's groggy voice ask from behind Kal's sillouhette, their head poking from behind their shoulder. <<else>> "Is $they awake?" You hear Faren's groggy voice ask from behind Kal's sillouhette, their head poking from behind their shoulder.<</if>> "See for yourself." Says Kal, leaving you with the arborist. You notice Faren's ruffled hair, his eyes heavy with sleep. They must have woken up when they heard you and Kal speaking. <<if $costumeon eq "yes">> He's the first to break the silence, an eyebrow raising as he looks down at you. "What the hell are you wearing?" He asks, pointing to your $costumecolor $costume . You feel heat rising to your cheeks as you fiddle with the $costumetex fabric. You forgot you still had it on. "Nothing." You mutter under your breath, avoiding Faren's amused eyes. He just shakes his head at you with a sigh. <</if>> "What happened?" You ask him eventually. Faren laughs mirthlessly at that. "What happened?" He repeats incredulously. "You jumped in front of a dagger, you fool." "How..." You start, before Faren interrupts you. "$vname intercepted the dagger with one of $vtheir arrows." He answers, eyes narrowing as he looks behind him. "You were hit by it's blunt edge instead." You notice you're still in the castle's hall, but it's significantly darker now. The only source of light is the glow of a makeshift fire in the centre of the hall, where your companions have settled down. <<if $veinstay eq "no">>$vname seems to have joined your group as well, their tent propped some distance from the bed rolls. Pevan is in one of them, sleeping soundly as you speak.<<else>> Pevan is in one of the bedrolls, sleeping soundly as you speak.<</if>> Faren follows your gaze, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. "Why do you have to be such a hero?" He says with a defeated sigh. "Do you want me to apologize?" You ask defensively. Your head is killing you, the last thing you need is to argue with someone. "I want to stop worrying about you." Says Faren, his voice strained. "Then don't." You answer sleepily, watching as his eyes trace your face. "Fine, I won't." He whispers, staying by your side until you fall back asleep. <<elseif $ra gt $fa>>You see Reva pushing Kal out of the way as she comes to your side, searching your face with panicked eyes. "$name ." She says, hovering above you, hesitating on whether to hug you or not. You take her hand to steady her, squeezing a couple times to reassure her. "She hasn't stopped asking about you." Says Kal with a hint of annoyance, leaving you to Reva. You notice you're still in the castle's hall, but it's significantly darker now. The only source of light is the glow of a makeshift fire in the centre of the hall, where your companions have settled down. $vname seems to have joined your group as well, their tent propped some distance from the bed rolls. Pevan is in one of them, sleeping soundly as you speak. Reva looks as though she's got something to say, her lips pursed to keep the words from spilling out. "What happened?" You ask her. She starts rambling as soon as you say the words, half admonishing you and half praising you. "You jumped in front of a dagger like you were invincible, but you're //not//, you're just lucky that $vname was able to redirect it with an arrow and you were hit by the butt of the weapon instead. That thing could've gone straight into your skull!" She pauses to catch her breath before continuing. "But you saved Pevan and we're so grateful and it was so awesome, but also I'm pissed off because how could you? What if it didn't turn out this way? What about me you dickhead?" You tighten your hold on her as she says those last words. //What about me?// "Also, you have a minor concussion." She says, embarrassed by her outburst. You can't help but laugh at that, bringing Reva's hand to your face for a sleepy kiss to her knuckles. She freezes at that, her eyes wide as she stares at your entwined hands. She brushes her knuckles across your cheekbone before letting her hand drop. "You should get some rest, Dukeling." She whispers, watching over you as you drift back into sleep. <<else>>"What happened?" You ask eventually, sitting up fully. You notice you're still in the castle's hall, but it's significantly darker now. The only source of light is the glow of a makeshift fire in the centre of the hall, where your companions have settled in their bed rolls. Pevan is in one of them, sleeping soundly as you speak. "You saved them." Says Kal, following your gaze. "You put their life before yours." "But how..." You begin asking before Kal cuts you off. "$vname intercepted the dagger with one of $vtheir arrows." They answer, looking at a specific bedroll in particular. "You were hit by it's blunt edge instead." You breathe a sigh of relief at the news. It's not ideal, but it could've been a lot worse. "Get some sleep, I'll let the rest know that you're okay." They say, leaving your side. You hardly have the energy to nod before you drift back into the darkness.<</if>> [[Sleep.|5c5]]

<<nobr>><style> .passage {transition:10s;} </style><</nobr>> The nightmare always starts the same. You want to fall into the comfort it offers, but your subconcious knows what's about to come. You lie on your mother's lap, sun streaming through the windows of her chambers. She plays a small harp, the melody sweet and clear. Your eyes are drifting closed as the music streams through the warm summer air. It's always like this, quiet serenity followed by excrutiating pain. You open your eyes startled and notice your mother's hand plunging into your ribs. There's blood everywhere. It's soaking your delicate robes, making them stick to your skin. You look into your mother's reddened eyes as she sobs, twisting her hand deeper to clutch your heart. "Someday you'll understand $name ." She says in between hiccups. "I love you so much." The small harp lies discarded on the ground, but you can still hear the melody. [[Close your eyes.]] [[Fight to keep them open.]]

As you cautiously step inside, your footsteps echo loudly in the empty hall. What once must have been beautiful stained glass windows line the sides of the hall, so badly shattered that you can hardly recognize the images painted on them. There are remnants of opulent furniture littering the cracked marble flooring, their wooden frames covered in bright green moss. At the end of the hall you see a rotting throne, large roots crawling upon it's surface. The air is thick with dust and the musty smell of neglect. Cobwebs hang from the tall arching ceiling, which you have to strain your neck to look up at. You see Ajuna examining a tattered tapestry from the corner of your eye, raking her hand through the loosened threads. There's a small green book on one of the dusty tables, its spine cracked and bent. You pick it up so you can examine it more closely. As you open it, you realize it's written in an unfamiliar alphabet, the language of the old world. [[Try to decipher what it says.]] [[Leave the book.]]

You leave the book where it is, sitting on the table and looking up at your surroundings. You lose yourself in the colors of the tinted glass windows, startling when you hear someone come up behind you. You turn around to see Faren snooping around, his eyes on the book you just dropped. "Find anything interesting?" He asks, lifting up the cover gently. "Not really, it's in the old alphabet." You say with a quick glance at him. That might not be enough to stop him. Faren picks up the book anyways, shuffling through the pages with his long fingers. He quickly seems to lose interest, putting the book back where he found it. "Nothing of note." He says, dusting his hands off. "It's just a novel." "I told you so." You say, crossing your arms. He just shrugs, his mind already elsewhere. Eventually he turns to you to speak, a slight edge to his voice. <<if $faren gte 10>>"You don't have to do this. We could find another way." He says, as he watches you with his discerning eyes. <<else>>"It may not be the best idea for you to do this." He says, looking at you with his discerning eyes.<</if>> [["Do what?" You ask, confused by the nature of his statement.]] [["It's just a book." You say with a grin. "I can handle a little reading."]] [["I don't like where this is going." You say exhasperated.]]

"I don't like where this is going." You say exhasperated. You lean back with your hands on the table, looking up at the high ceilings as Faren continues to speak. <<set $brash +=1>> "You wouldn't." You hear him say, a little resignedly. "But I still think you should listen." "What is this about, Faren?" "It's about the Path." He says briskly, his hands laced in front of him protectively. You turn to look at him as he says the words, trying to get a read. He remains impassive, his eyes baring into yours as you remain at a standstill. You should have expected this. [["Don't." You warn him, your anger bubbling up.]] [["I knew you didn't come here to help." You tell him with a humorless smile.]] [["What are you suggesting?" You ask, genuinely curious.]]

"Do what?" You ask, confused by the nature of his statement. <<set $meek +=1>> Faren just looks at you blankly, waiting for you to react. "You know what I mean." He says, biting back his frustration. "Not unless you tell me." You retort, matching his tone. "I mean the Path." He snaps, his eyes shifting between you and the rest of the group. You freeze at his words, momentarily startled. [["Don't." You warn him, your anger bubbling up.]] [["I knew you didn't come here to help." You tell him with a humorless smile.]] [["What are you suggesting?" You ask, genuinely curious.]]

"I knew you didn't come here to help." You tell him with a humorless smile. <<if $faren gte 10>> You suspected as much, you don't know why you began to let yourself think otherwise.<<if $fa gte 2>> Why did you always give him the benefit of the doubt? Why did you still hope that there could be something else between you?<</if>><</if>> "You don't understand, $name ." He begins, his voice soft and lilting. You've heard him talk like this before. It's the same diplomatic tone he adopts when he's trying to get the council on his side. "Don't treat me like some idiot." You cut him off with a laugh, refusing to play this game with him. You're not some noble he can sweet talk. You won't let him use you as a pawn. Faren stops, the gears in his head turning as he tries to find a new angle. "I'm trying to help-" "I don't need your help." You tell him, already turning away from him. He stands up from the table as you leave, his hand reaching for your shoulder before you step away. "Something isn't working." He says curtly, all of his earlier patience gone. "You know it as well as I do. Don't let your pride be your tree's demise." [[Slap his hand away.]] [[Keep walking.]] [[Freeze.]]

"What are you suggesting?" You ask, genuinely curious. Faren stops for a second, surprised by your receptive response. "I think there may be a way for you to not take this burden on by yourself." He says after a beat, his eyes searching your face for a reaction. "That's... a little unorthodox." You reply. The path has existed for centuries, no one has ever //shared// it. "Maybe..." He says, fidgeting a little with the embroidery on his vest. "But you have to admit that this whole journey has been a little unorthodox. There's something off about the stones. There's something wrong with-" He cuts himself off before the end of his sentence, looking away from you in shame. //There's something wrong with you.// You bite back the hurt in your face as you process his words. "You don't think I can complete the Path." You say, your voice surprisingly steady. <<if $faren gte 10>> You suspected as much, you don't know why you began to let yourself think otherwise.<<if $fa gte 2>> Why did you always give him the benefit of the doubt? Why did you still hope that there could be something else between you?<</if>><</if>> His lack of an answer is all the proof you need. You're beginning to walk away when he stops you, a gentle hand on your shoulder to keep you in place. "Something isn't working." He whispers, failing to hide his urgency. "You know it as well as I do. Don't let your pride be your tree's demise." [[Slap his hand away.]] [[Keep walking.]] [[Freeze.]]

"It's just a book." You say with a grin. "I can handle a little reading." <<set $humor +=1>> Faren doesn't return it, his face stony. "You know that's not what I mean." "What do you mean then?" You ask, your smile dropping as you sense the mood change. "I mean the Path." He snaps, his eyes shifting between you and the rest of the group. You freeze at his words, momentarily startled. [["Don't." You warn him, your anger bubbling up.]] [["I knew you didn't come here to help." You tell him with a humorless smile.]] [["What are you suggesting?" You ask, genuinely curious.]]

<<if $wit gte 10>>Luckily, you've studied the language of the old world. You may not be as proficient as Ajuna, but you feel comfortable enough to be able to decipher some of its passages. You open the book to the driest page, trying to find any phrases that are still legible. Your eyes squint as you see what they say... "//(...) as the world crumbled around Arheo, he could do nothing but watch in terror. All the copper in the world wouldn't be able to save him.//" That was fruitless. The only thing of note seems to be the mention of copper. The ground seems fixated with it. First the Hilenites with their odd jewelry and now this. You vow to ask Ajuna about it later, see if she has any theories. <<if $ajunatent gte 1>>She'd mentioned trying to find a connection between the metals of the old world and the Mycelian, maybe this will help with her research.<</if>><<else>>Try as hard as you might, you can't decipher what it says. You haven't exactly studied the old world. Ajuna would have better luck with it. <</if>> You drop the book back on the table, startling when you hear someone come up behind you. You turn around to see Faren snooping around, his eyes on the book you just dropped. "Find anything interesting?" He asks, lifting the cover gently. "Not really..." You tell him, leaning your weight on the table. <<if $wit gte 10>>"Just a tidbit about copper. It seems to be quite popular on the ground."<</if>> Faren picks up the book anyways, trying his hand at it. You roll your eyes as he ignores your judgment on it. He quickly seems to lose interest, putting the book back where he found it. "Nothing of note." He says, dusting his hands off. "It's just a novel." "I told you so." You say, crossing your arms. He just shrugs, his mind already elsewhere. Eventually, he turns to you to speak, a slight edge to his voice. <<if $faren gte 10>>"You don't have to do this. We could find another way." He says as he watches you with his discerning eyes. <<else>>"It may not be the best idea for you to do this." He says, looking at you with his discerning eyes.<</if>> [["Do what?" You ask, confused by the nature of his statement.]] [["It's just a book." You say with a grin. "I can handle a little reading."]] [["I don't like where this is going." You say exhasperated.]]

You turn on him in a flash, slapping his hand away. He lets it fall to his side, neither of you breathing. His jaw twitches from how hard he's clenching it, the fire burning in your eyes matching the ice in his. There's something else in his eyes though. You've seen glimpses of it throughout the years, before he learnt to smother it down. //Fear.// He's afraid that you'll be another Taris. That you'll anger the gods as their Duchy did. That the Mycelian will retaliate. "I'm not like them." You say before walking away, hearing his breathy sigh of relief as you retreat. You try to ease some of the tension off your body as you walk to the other end of the hall, calming yourself down after that interaction. [[You're staring at the mangled throne when you hear Reva come up behind you.|stone]]

You keep walking, not sparing him a glance back, shaking his hand off in the process. You hear him exhale shakily as you go. You know the emotion brewing within him all too well. You've seen glimpses of it throughout the years, before he learnt to smother it down. //Fear.// He's afraid that you'll be another Taris. That you'll anger the gods as their Duchy did. That the Mycelian will retaliate. You try to ease some of the tension off your body as you walk to the other end of the hall, calming yourself down after that interaction. [[You're staring at the mangled throne when you hear Reva come up behind you.|stone]]

You freeze under his touch, your body tensing. Faren drops his hand almost immediately, his wooden fingers creaking as he clenches them by his side. You hear him exhale shakily and recognize the emotion brewing within him. You've seen glimpses of it throughout the years, before he learnt to smother it down. //Fear.// He's afraid that you'll be another Taris. That you'll anger the gods as their Duchy did. That the Mycelian will retaliate. "I'm not like them." You say before retreating, not sparing him a glance back. You try to ease some of the tension off your body as you walk to the other end of the hall, calming yourself down after that interaction. [[You're staring at the mangled throne when you hear Reva come up behind you.|stone]]

"Why?" You ask, welcoming the distraction. Pevan seems relieved that you're looking at them now, your attention on their mask. <<set $meek +=1>> "I thought it would bring me glory. I wanted the respect the rank awarded." They say, brushing their fingers over the grooves on their wooden breastplate. "It didn't take me long on the job to realize that most of it consists of standing around waiting for nothing to happen. I'm sure Kal would tell you the same." You chuckle a little at that, remembering the Red Guards in your estate. You never really considered how boring the job must get. "Why are you telling me this?" You ask, wondering how this relates to the stone. They raise their mask to their forehead, smiling at you with warm eyes. <<if $pevantent eq 1>><<else>> You are comforted by the sight of their soft features. They have a round face with tawny skin, their nose slightly tilted downwards.<</if>> "Because I was a lot like you at one point. I wanted people to stop underestimating me. I proved them wrong in the end." They scoff, looking up to the branches above. "A kid from the seed district who ended up as a Red Guard instead of fighting on the sprigs." They pause for a second, a frown overtaking their thick eyebrows. "But it didn't solve my problems. I can see that you're fighting for this." They continue, looking down at the drying blood on the palm of your hand. "We all can. Just remember the only person you have to prove anything to is yourself." You stay in silence for a little while as you process their words. They're right, to an extent, but you feel as though your situation is a little different. <<if $f2convo eq 1>>You think back to your conversation with Faren on your first day. How he emphasized the stakes of this journey.<</if>> The leadership of your tree depends on you. If you can't complete the Path, will the people next in line be better for the Duchy? Would Elen even survive his? Eventually you nod at them, letting them know that you at least listened to their advice. [["Have you ever seen the sprigs?" You ask them.]] [["Did you know Kal before the Path?" You ask them.]]

"For the job perks?" You ask, a little sarcastically. <<set $humor +=1>> Pevan chuckles a little at that, their laugh muffled through their mask. "You're not far off. I thought it would bring me glory. I wanted the respect the rank awarded." They say, brushing their fingers over the grooves on their wooden breastplate. "It didn't take me long to realize that the job mostly consists of standing alert, waiting for nothing to happen. I'm sure Kal would tell you the same." You exhale from your nose, remembering the Red Guards in your estate. You never really considered how boring the job must get. "Why are you telling me this?" You ask, wondering how this relates to the stone. They raise their mask to their forehead, smiling at you with warm eyes. <<if $pevantent eq 1>><<else>> You are comforted by the sight of their soft features. They have a round face with tawny skin, their nose slightly tilted downwards.<</if>> "Because I was a lot like you at one point. I wanted people to stop underestimating me. I proved them wrong in the end." They scoff, looking up to the branches above. "A kid from the seed district who ended up as a Red Guard instead of fighting on the sprigs. " They pause for a second, a frown overtaking their thick eyebrows. "But it didn't solve my problems. I can see that you are fighting for this." They continue, looking down at the drying blood on the palm of your hand. "We all can. Just remember the only person you have to prove anything to is yourself." You stay in silence for a little while as you process their words. They're right, to an extent, but you feel as though your situation is a little different. <<if $f2convo eq 1>>You think back to your conversation with Faren on your first day. How he emphasized the stakes of this journey.<</if>> The leadership of your tree depends on you. If you can't complete the Path, will the people next in line be better for the Duchy? Would Elen even survive his? Eventually you nod at them, letting them know that you at least listened to their advice. [["Have you ever seen the sprigs?" You ask them.]] [["Did you know Kal before the Path?" You ask them.]]

"Of course I don't know." You say, still trying to avoid them. <<set $brash +=1>> They sigh a little at your brunt response, but it isn't enough to deter them. "I thought it would bring me glory. I wanted the respect the rank awarded." They say, brushing their fingers over the grooves on their wooden breastplate. "It didn't take me long on the job to realize that most of it consists of standing around waiting for nothing to happen. I'm sure Kal would tell you the same." You breathe out your nose at that, remembering the Red Guards in your estate. You never really considered how boring the job must get. "Why are you telling me this?" You ask, finally turning to look at them. They raise their mask to their forehead, smiling at you with warm eyes. <<if $pevantent eq 1>><<else>> You are comforted by the sight of their soft features. They have a round face with tawny skin, their nose slightly tilted downwards.<</if>> "Because I was a lot like you at one point. I wanted people to stop underestimating me. I proved them wrong in the end." They scoff, looking up to the branches above. "A kid from the seed district who ended up as a Red Guard instead of fighting on the sprigs." They pause for a second, a frown overtaking their thick eyebrows. "But it didn't solve my problems. I can see that you are fighting for this." They continue, looking down at the drying blood on the palm of your hand. "We all can. Just remember the only person you have to prove anything to is yourself." You stay in silence for a little while as you process their words. They're right, to an extent, but you feel as though your situation is a little different. <<if $f2convo eq 1>>You think back to your conversation with Faren on your first day. How he emphasized the stakes of this journey.<</if>> The leadership of your tree depends on you. If you can't complete the Path, will the people next in line be better for the Duchy? Would Elen even survive his? Eventually you nod at them, letting them know that you at least listened to their advice. [["Have you ever seen the sprigs?" You ask them.]] [["Did you know Kal before the Path?" You ask them.]]

"Have you ever seen the sprigs?" You ask them, hoping you're not prying too much. Pevan shakes their head, something mournful in their expression. "I've been lucky enough not to." They say, their voice somber. You have been as well. The people fighting there don't come back the same, if they come back at all. The borders with other trees have always been dangerous, not only due to the thinness of the branches there. In a Thicket that's in constant war, the sprigs are the last place anyone wants to be. You wonder if your soldiers are dying for Ledici right now on the sprigs to Feuon. "I think Kal fought in the sprigs." They say after a beat, looking at you discerningly. "What makes you think that?" You ask. "They..." Pevan stops themselves, their eyebrows knitting together. "They have the haunted look of someone who's fought on the borders. You don't forget it when you see it." That would explain some things about Kal, but the thought unsettles you nonetheless. Especially paired with their dream. You stop in your tracks as you step on something solid, your boots clacking loudly against the stone flooring. You look up to see a structure made of the same stone rising from between the trees. Ajuna rushes to your side, clasping her shaking hands in yours. "There are still remnants." She says with a shaky laugh. "It's not all lost." [[Next.|5c2]]

"Did you know Kal before the Path?" You ask them. Pevan shakes their head, gazing at you thoughtfully. <<if $reverie eq "Kal">>"I didn't, I don't think I'd talked to them until you approached us." They say, an amused smile on their face. "You probably know them better than I do at this point."<<else>> "I didn't." They say, pursing their lips. "I don't think I'd talked to them until you approached us."<</if>> "You didn't talk at all?" You ask them, surprised by their admission. "Not with words, at least." They reply, moving their hands with gestures as they speak. "We are taught to communicate in signs. Better for speaking across branches... and going unnoticed." You reply with a sign of your own, Ajuna having taught you the basics when you were younger. //Not as unnoticed as you think.// You say, shaping the words slowly with outstretched fingers. That brings a pleased, if surprised, grin to Pevan's face. //You're almost better than Kal.// They answer, making you smile as well. You stop in your tracks as you step on something solid, your boots clacking loudly against the stone flooring. You look up to see a structure made of the same stone rising from between the trees. Ajuna rushes to your side, clasping her shaking hands in yours. "There are still remnants." She says with a shaky laugh. "It's not all lost." [[Next.|5c2]]

You open your eyes again to find yourself in the forest, the blue glow of the fungi casting eerie shadows in your surroundings. You still hear the sound of the harp, turning to find the source of it. You come face to face with the beautiful figure. <<if $open eq "yes">>"You did well today." They say, cupping your cheek in their soft hands. "I wish I had more time with you, but you're still too corrupted." You freeze at their words. They must mean the stone. "You're..." "The Mycelian." They reply with a small smile. "At least that's what you call us." "Why won't you flower?" You ask them, scared of their answer. Have they really forsaken you? "You're not ready yet." They say, a frown overtaking their features. Seeing that expression on their face fills you with dread. "But I can fix you." You don't have time to respond before they continue. "I will fix them too." The figure tells you, their smile growing. "I will make them see again." "Who?" You ask, but the dream is fading already, the figure wavering where they stand. <<elseif $open eq "bay">>"You tried to compromise today." They say sadly, coming up to you to hold your chin between their index and their thumb. "You have to give yourself fully if you want this to work." You freeze at their words. They must mean the stone. "You're..." "The Mycelian." They reply with a small smile. "At least that's what you call us." "Why won't you flower?" You ask them, scared of their answer. Have they really forsaken you? "You're corrupted." They say, a frown overtaking their features. Seeing that expression on their face fills you with dread. "But I can fix you, if you let me." You don't have time to respond before they continue. "I will fix them too." The figure tells you, their smile growing. "I will make them see again." "Who?" You ask, but the dream is fading already, the figure wavering where they stand. <<elseif $open eq "no">>"You wretched creature." They say, taking a hold of your neck as they bring their face closer to yours. You're too frozen to fight them, your body still reeling from the previous nightmare. "Why do you make this so hard for both of us? Why do you fight me?" You realize with a chill what they must be talking about. "You're..." "The Mycelian." They reply with a small smile. "At least that's what you call us." "Why won't you flower?" You ask them, scared of their answer. Have they really forsaken you? "You're corrupted." They say, a frown overtaking their features. Seeing that expression on their face fills you with dread. "But I can fix you, if you let me." You don't have time to respond before they continue. "I will fix them too." The figure tells you, their smile growing. "I will make them see again." "Who?" You ask, but the dream is fading already, the figure wavering where they stand. <</if>> [[Wake up.|5c6]]

<<if $strength gte 10>> You use all of your strength to keep your eyes open, your mother's figure blurring through your tears. Your body is starting to feel numb, something odd coursing through your limbs. You catch a glimpse of your mother's hand before your body shuts down, her fingers drenched in a copper sheen. <<else>> You use all of your strength to keep your eyes open, but you can't fight the pain that overtakes you. Your lids fall closed, your mother's figure dissappearing.<</if>> [[The sound of a harp.|Close your eyes.]]

You wake up with a start to realize someone's standing over you. Ajuna stares at you with alarmed eyes, her hands on your shoulders. "Wake up $name ." She says, her voice still croaky from sleep. "Pevan's gone." [[Chapter Six|Demo End]]

You open your eyes again to find yourself in the forest, the blue glow of the fungi casting eerie shadows in your surroundings. You still hear the sound of the harp, turning to find the source of it. You come face to face with the beautiful figure. <<if $open eq "yes">>"You did well today." They say, cupping your cheek in their soft hands. "I wish I had more time with you, but you're still too corrupted." You freeze at their words. They must mean the stone. "You're..." "The Mycelian." They reply with a small smile. "At least that's what you call us." "Why won't you flower?" You ask them, scared of their answer. Have they really forsaken you? "You're not ready yet." They say, a frown overtaking their features. Seeing that expression on their face fills you with dread. "But I can save you." You don't have time to respond before they continue. "You can't save them." The figure tells you, their frown deepening. "Maybe this will teach you to stop trying." "This?" You ask, but the dream is fading already, the figure wavering where they stand. <<elseif $open eq "bay">>"You tried to compromise today." They say sadly, coming up to you to hold your chin between their index and their thumb. "You have to give yourself fully if you want this to work." You freeze at their words. They must mean the stone. "You're..." "The Mycelian." They reply with a small smile. "At least that's what you call us." "Why won't you flower?" You ask them, scared of their answer. Have they really forsaken you? "You're corrupted." They say, a frown overtaking their features. Seeing that expression on their face fills you with dread. "But I can save you, if you let me." You don't have time to respond before they continue. "You can't save them." The figure tells you, their frown deepening. "Maybe this will teach you to stop trying." "This?" You ask, but the dream is fading already, the figure wavering where they stand. <<elseif $open eq "no">>"You wretched creature." They say, taking a hold of your neck as they bring their face closer to yours. You're too frozen to fight them, your body still reeling from the previous nightmare. "Why do you make this so hard for both of us? Why do you fight me?" You realize with a chill what they must be talking about. "You're..." "The Mycelian." They reply with a small smile. "At least that's what you call us." "Why won't you flower?" You ask them, scared of their answer. Have they really forsaken you? "You're corrupted." They say, a frown overtaking their features. Seeing that expression on their face fills you with dread. "But I can save you, if you would just let me." You don't have time to respond before they continue. "You can't save them." The figure tells you, their frown deepening. "Maybe this will teach you to stop trying." "This?" You ask, but the dream is fading already, the figure wavering where they stand. <</if>> [[Wake up.|5c6]]

"Don't." You say, your anger beginning to bubble up. He stares at you warily, raising his hands in front of him. "Listen to me, $name ." He begins, his tone soft and lilting. You've heard him talk like this before. It's the same diplomatic voice he adopts when he's trying to get the council on his side. "No." You cut him off, refusing to play this game with him. You're not some noble he can sweet talk to. You won't let him use you as a pawn. Faren scoffs at you, his mask cracking at your blunt tone. "I'm trying to help-" "I can do this. I can complete the Path." You tell him, already walking away. <<if $faren gte 10>> You knew Faren was always plotting, you don't know why you began to let yourself think otherwise.<<if $fa gte 2>> Why did you always give him the benefit of the doubt? Why did you still hope that there could be something else between you?<</if>><</if>> He stands up from the table, his hand reaching for your shoulder before you leave. "Something isn't working." He says curtly, all of his earlier patience gone. "You know it as well as I do. Don't let your pride be your tree's demise." [[Slap his hand away.]] [[Keep walking.]] [[Freeze.]]

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