Journal @IJ
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1:
[You really can't stand the smell of Waiting Maiden flowers. It really wasn't the flower itself, really. It had a delicate, light scent that was pleasant enough, and the shimmering white trail of bells were beautiful. Maybe it was just that they always seemed to be overpowering during the Fool's Festival, and every time you ended up tripped into the lake, your breeches gone and you left to walk back buck naked, or worse, rescuing a 'girl' made of a dress and fire brambles or have a squidrat down your shirt.
You KNOW the Fool's Festival was all in good fun. It was just hard not to separate the scent of it from being made the fool, rather than having the laugh.
You just were happy when all the Waiting Maidens wilted nearly the next day.]
2:
[["Come onnnnn," you manage to drawl out the complaint. Just the boots and greaves went up to your thighs, making you walk in a wide swagger. The helmet nearly obscured your vision entirely... and the breastplate... the breastplate you'd given up on and now dragged the heavy steel armor behind you. Any of this alone would have been strenuous, but keeping up with the Jiinay twins was an altogether different level of challenge. Your side is stitched and you breathe in heavy, raw gasps.
Martza and Uhna look at each other and giggle. The twins share a quick smile at each other then turn to you in practiced unison. "Buck up!" said Martza.
"It's officer training!" Uhna didn't quite manage to get it out without another giggle.
You groan, and glance at them. They can't really think you buy that...
But you drag the armor behind you, following them as they skip in merry twists down the country lane. They DID say they were going to marry an officer.]]
Concept: Classical officers
Top piece: Sleeveless turtleneck
Bottom piece: Straight trousers (m), knee-length, pleated skirt (f)
Outer piece: Knee-length jacket with mandarin collar and folded cuffs
Accessory: Sash (m), sash + simple belt (f)
Footwear: Ankle boots and socks (m), knee-high boots and leggings (f)
[There is the gentle sound of a shuttle moving through taut thread, and as the memory settles deep, your eyes open to the familiar garments of your kin on both yourself and those around you, dyed in cool tones.
Lynx's clothing is deceptively simple-looking. The knee-length badgercroc wool coat covers both genders' bodies equally, its long sleeves and straight seams somewhat obscuring the lines (or curves) underneath. Its high collar has been piped, as have the thick cuffs at the end of each sleeve. There is no ornamentation otherwise, although the cuffs seem particularly well suited for a bit of creative embroidery, and the inside lined with soft spider-silk cloth. Two buttoned pockets are sewn into each side of jacket (for a grand total of four), but the soft inner fabric seems particularly well-suited for modifications. Surely more could be added with a little skilled workmanship. Lynx is nothing if not thorough about such things.
The rest of the outfit is relatively simple. A tight, high-collared shirt can be worn beneath the jacket by both men and women. Women receive a similarly-colored set of leggings and a knee-length skirt that just barely peeks out from under the long jacket; the men have a patching set of pants. A set of polished leather military boots and a sash round out the outfit for both genders, although the women's sash is of a length more appropriate for the waist than around the torso.]
Mountains/High desert
[Your footsteps are a struggle in the soft silt and sand, testing your muscles and resolve. You wind your way through the desert under a pitch black sky. A earthy, sweet smell warns you of rain on the wind, and the wind itself seems to push at your back and nip at your skin as if urging you to hurry as well. Around you, small shrubs seem to perk up at this promise instead, letting out an aroma of lilac and citrus, and it seems to give you more warning than your torches do of what steps might land you in treacherous cactus spines or sharp wooded brambles, though nothing seems to save you from the spiny seeds that seem to work into your boots to matter what care you take.
You path continues to the northwest to what you know will be mountains and possibly shelter in the distance... however to the north, you see a strange silvery glow that you never have before...]
Decision point one
Northwest
[You climb the mountain trail quickly. In some ways, aided by the fact that hard rock begins to
There is a path that leads directly up to the ]
North
[As you approach the glow, you realize that it is a patch of flowers. From this distance, they seem to grow under a wind hollowed arch and sheds light on the natural formed ceiling. The aroma they let off... reminds you of fatty lizard roasting or the lake early in the morning... it seems to depend on which way the wind seems to blow.
It seems like this place might actually be some sort of shelter... or you could turn back.]
Decision point two
Flowers
[All around you, the silvery glow casts all of your companions faces in a soft blue light... The flowers themselves are turned up towards the sky, as if entreating the rain... but it is not so much that could be called special. ... It would be more the soft light they shed up to the sky, as if attempting to mirror or replace the stars.
As you look around, you feel... oddly nostalgic... A heavily furred mountain cat seems to rest in the middle of the flower patch, tail twitching now and then, watching you... but seems neither perturbed by your presence, or by impending rain.]
[You feel ... introspective and solemn... you mind starts drifting back over your memories....]
[As each of your memories float by they seem to rest... falling into a deep haze. You can’t seem to work up any alarm about the subject...]
Cave
[You duck into the cave just as the waters begin to roar. Sheets and sheets of heavy rain seems to pour down in front of the cave entrance. Water trickles in now and then, as even the parched soil can’t absorb all of it fast enough, but otherwise it seems to be a sound shelter...
As you all sit, crouch or idle to wait out the weather... You hear a voice behind you and you freeze, literally unable to move.]
“... You wake me. You take my den... will you give back to me?” It is soft, female... and gurgles now and then.
[Wet fingers slide along your neck and water drips down you back. You smell ... only the rain behind you.] “Will you entertain me tonight? I will... send you on your way after.”
[Riddle]
[Drown if lose...]
[Wake in the village water supply if win]
Washed away - End
[You climb the arroyo and begin to make really good time up the rock face. The area here is smooth but without much silt. The ground below you begins to trickle with water, even though the clouds are busy with the mountains above.
You can continue up or abandon your path and start straight for the cave.]
[There’s almost no warning. Everything seems to go silent as if in anticipation...
And suddenly the ground shakes below you and your ears are filled with a great roar. Closing down on you is a rushing, five foot wall of water as if the mountains themselves let go of every drop they had gathered at once.
You have no time to react, nor scale the walls of the arroyo... In almost a moment, you are swept up by the churning, hungry waters. You are battered and dragged, rocks, branches and even large boulders are whipped around by the water...
You are pulled under and the darkness takes you.]
Boss
[none]