Oscen frowns, looking around for a moment to try and find a better spot to put the plant into for it to grow. “It’s a bit trickier to explain than that. There was this dream I had last night…and…well…” Oscen pauses with his words, trying to recall anything about the dream. “Either way, when I woke up, I felt completely exhausted, and I very quickly came across that seed with it already sprouting and starting to grow.”
"A... dream? I'm sorry, songbird, but this really isn't my sort of thing. If you're messing with me, just tell me. Otherwise... look, I need to go." Lian lifts their bag once again. "Thanks for showing me your plant, I guess. I'll... I'll see you around. Stay safe, Oscen."
They turn, and make to leave.
It is...Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847at...112 Barleycorn Street(Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Oscen looks back towards Liam, frowning as a sense of desperation hits him from somewhere. “Liam, please. Stay here for a little bit longer and help me find somewhere to plant it. I…I don’t have anyone else…” Something about his voice sounded a bit different, the memory of the night before coming back as if magic was infused into it.
(Idea was Oscen is casting Charm Person without him even realizing he is doing it)
A larynx thrums... The Honey-Tongued Recitation has been invoked...
A mind rattles... 12 of 13 mysteries unraveled... a mind shatters!
An Invocation! The Honey-Tongued Recitation - Lian is Charmed!
Lian blinks. Oscen's words flow forth, and carry thought and memory along with information, which worms its way through Lian's brain. They pause. They drop their bag.
"Maybe... yeah, maybe I can stay a bit. I don't think there's any good dirt around here, there might be some on the outskirts of the city, but that's dangerous. Or maybe somewhere in the nicer districts? They've got more than enough gardens and parks. Might get caught, though. Which option do you think would be best?"
It is...Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847at...112 Barleycorn Street(Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Oscen pauses, watching Lian for a moment. However, he lets his concerns subside, looking over the plant. "I mean, we could get some from the nicer districts, I suppose. We just need to find somewhere to let the plant grow. It...it's something special that we need to make sure can grow. That's at least what I'm feeling here. Do you think so as well?" His eyes look over the bag, seeing Lian drop it. "Is that bag important enough that we need to bring it with us? Or do you want to tell me what it is so we can hide it before we leave?"
"Alright...I see if I can try," Oscen replies, looking around for a moment as he takes a moment to think. "Let's grab a bag and just get some dirt to bring back here. We can set up a planter for it so we can watch it grow." Oscen then heads out, making his way for the tram to get them closer to the nicer parts of town. "Besides, if we're just looking for dirt there, it might be pretty easy to find, no?"
This side of the Enque is no place for good soil. The Wash is drowned, and anywhere something might grow... something already has. The Rote is far too trodden-over to spring forth new life, and despite Lightner Park's name, it is awash with industry. Up north is the Nor'end, and beyond that Colla Bog, which is certainly fertile, and just as certainly dangerous. The districts immediately across the river are not all that pretty either, with the Slump in the north and Olcro splaying its fingers across the edge of the water, but just beyond that is Weddingreen, where the name does not mislead so much. Weddingreen is a fine place to find some good-quality soil, as the districts at the base of Kingdom Hill are expected to maintain some sense of decorum.
The tram does not run across Gaoler's Bridge, and Lian and Oscen would be forced to cross on foot. From there, they could pass through Olcro and into Weddingreen, but by then the sun would be very near to setting, or already below the horizon. Weddingreen operates on a strict curfew, and as such it might be risky if the two don't move fast.
Does Oscen have any particular plan or anything else he'd like to bring?
It is...Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847at...112 Barleycorn Street(Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Oscen looks over his small place, trying to think through the plan as quickly as he can. "Let's grab a bag that we can carry dirt back in. Do you think we could use that bag you were carrying stuff in or should we find another one?"
"Alright. Let's grab a bag and go. Do you think you can guide me in the backroads around Weddingreen for us to find some dirt? I can try and throw some stuff in for it as payment if you'd like," Oscen replied, hopeful that he could come up with some way to pay Lian back. In the back of his mind, he knew what he would want to give Lian: He would want them to feel as he did during the dream. Lian had been through a lot like he had, so giving them a chance to feel what he did felt like the right thing to do.
Oscen finds a bag that he doesn't suspect will be missed, and he and Lian both set out. They hop onto a passing trolley, clinging onto its side as the rickety thing pumps smoke into the air. The inhabitants of the trolley are uniform in their uniqueness, with people of all shapes and sizes, even a pair of dwarves and a nervous looking elf - unusual sights, even in the rather diverse Rote district - packed uncomfortably in. The contraption hisses by Gaoler's bridge, which hangs low over the river and is currently drawn up in order to allow a procession of steam-pinnaces to pass through, and the pair detach from the trolley.
As they wait for the bridge to come back down, Lian looks to Oscen, something sharp in their eyes.
"Songbird. What... was that? What happened there?"
It is...Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847at...Gaoler's Bridge, Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Oscen looks to Lian with a raised eyebrow, not completely sure what Lian was talking about. "What do you mean?" Oscen asks, starting to put the pieces together. In a moment, his eyes widen as he realizes that Lian seemed to be much clearer again. "Oh! You're back. Umm...I'm honestly not sure, Lian. You just spaced out there for a bit and it was like you were in some kind of happy dream. At least that is what you seemed like to me."
"I genuinely don't know," Oscen replies, a look of fear going across his face as he realizes that he might have done something. "I was just asking for you to please help me, if not begging it when...well...this weird feeling went over me...and then you agreed to it..." he says, a look of horror going over his face as he realized that he might have been more at fault than anything. "Lian, I am so sorry...I had no clue or idea I could do anything like that. Please believe me when I say I would never do anything like that intentionally."
"I..." Lian's face softens slightly. "I believe you. If this is really... something special, then I want to at least see this through. To say I have, if nothing else. I'm not doing what I wanted done tonight anyhow."
The bridge hisses and screeches as the last great gears lock into place, allowing pedestrian traffic once again.
"Let's go."
It is...Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847at...Gaoler's Bridge, Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
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Oscen nods, heading across the bridge quickly. An idea came to mind as he whispers to Lian, “If we get in trouble, who knows? I might be able to figure out how to do that to help us get out of trouble.”
The pair cross the bridge and make their way through Olcro as the sun begins to set. Shipyards and docks infest the water's edge here, the yachts of aristocrats mingling with rotting trade-hulks, moth-eaten sails made outmoded by modern innovations in steam technology. The old palace lies here, untouched and walled off, encrusted with ivy. They say the polished floor within is still stained with the blood of the old Empress. No one is permitted to enter and confirm these superstitions.
The pair make it to the elegantly-wrought iron gates of Weddingreen just as the bells begin to toll, signifying the beginning of the curfew. The two uniformed guards turn to close and lock the gate for the night, just as Oscen and Lian reach it. In a few seconds, any hope of entering Weddingreen under cover of night will be lost.
What does Oscen do?
It is...Evening, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847at...Weddingreen Gate 6, Olcro District, Atrament, the Empire.
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Oscen frowns, looking around for a moment to try and find a better spot to put the plant into for it to grow. “It’s a bit trickier to explain than that. There was this dream I had last night…and…well…” Oscen pauses with his words, trying to recall anything about the dream. “Either way, when I woke up, I felt completely exhausted, and I very quickly came across that seed with it already sprouting and starting to grow.”
"A... dream? I'm sorry, songbird, but this really isn't my sort of thing. If you're messing with me, just tell me. Otherwise... look, I need to go." Lian lifts their bag once again. "Thanks for showing me your plant, I guess. I'll... I'll see you around. Stay safe, Oscen."
They turn, and make to leave.
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... 112 Barleycorn Street (Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Oscen looks back towards Liam, frowning as a sense of desperation hits him from somewhere. “Liam, please. Stay here for a little bit longer and help me find somewhere to plant it. I…I don’t have anyone else…” Something about his voice sounded a bit different, the memory of the night before coming back as if magic was infused into it.
(Idea was Oscen is casting Charm Person without him even realizing he is doing it)
A larynx thrums... The Honey-Tongued Recitation has been invoked...
A mind rattles... 12 of 13 mysteries unraveled... a mind shatters!
An Invocation! The Honey-Tongued Recitation - Lian is Charmed!
Lian blinks. Oscen's words flow forth, and carry thought and memory along with information, which worms its way through Lian's brain. They pause. They drop their bag.
"Maybe... yeah, maybe I can stay a bit. I don't think there's any good dirt around here, there might be some on the outskirts of the city, but that's dangerous. Or maybe somewhere in the nicer districts? They've got more than enough gardens and parks. Might get caught, though. Which option do you think would be best?"
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... 112 Barleycorn Street (Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Oscen pauses, watching Lian for a moment. However, he lets his concerns subside, looking over the plant. "I mean, we could get some from the nicer districts, I suppose. We just need to find somewhere to let the plant grow. It...it's something special that we need to make sure can grow. That's at least what I'm feeling here. Do you think so as well?" His eyes look over the bag, seeing Lian drop it. "Is that bag important enough that we need to bring it with us? Or do you want to tell me what it is so we can hide it before we leave?"
"I'll leave it here. The plant's more... important?"
Lian blinks, shakes their head, then looks up again.
"You take the lead, if you know the way. It's getting dark, but that's not necessarily a bad thing."
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... 112 Barleycorn Street (Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Alright...I see if I can try," Oscen replies, looking around for a moment as he takes a moment to think. "Let's grab a bag and just get some dirt to bring back here. We can set up a planter for it so we can watch it grow." Oscen then heads out, making his way for the tram to get them closer to the nicer parts of town. "Besides, if we're just looking for dirt there, it might be pretty easy to find, no?"
This side of the Enque is no place for good soil. The Wash is drowned, and anywhere something might grow... something already has. The Rote is far too trodden-over to spring forth new life, and despite Lightner Park's name, it is awash with industry. Up north is the Nor'end, and beyond that Colla Bog, which is certainly fertile, and just as certainly dangerous. The districts immediately across the river are not all that pretty either, with the Slump in the north and Olcro splaying its fingers across the edge of the water, but just beyond that is Weddingreen, where the name does not mislead so much. Weddingreen is a fine place to find some good-quality soil, as the districts at the base of Kingdom Hill are expected to maintain some sense of decorum.
The tram does not run across Gaoler's Bridge, and Lian and Oscen would be forced to cross on foot. From there, they could pass through Olcro and into Weddingreen, but by then the sun would be very near to setting, or already below the horizon. Weddingreen operates on a strict curfew, and as such it might be risky if the two don't move fast.
Does Oscen have any particular plan or anything else he'd like to bring?
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... 112 Barleycorn Street (Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Oscen looks over his small place, trying to think through the plan as quickly as he can. "Let's grab a bag that we can carry dirt back in. Do you think we could use that bag you were carrying stuff in or should we find another one?"
"No... not that bag. There's plenty of bags around, just grab one of... them."
Lian blinks again, momentarily confused.
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... 112 Barleycorn Street (Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Alright. Let's grab a bag and go. Do you think you can guide me in the backroads around Weddingreen for us to find some dirt? I can try and throw some stuff in for it as payment if you'd like," Oscen replied, hopeful that he could come up with some way to pay Lian back. In the back of his mind, he knew what he would want to give Lian: He would want them to feel as he did during the dream. Lian had been through a lot like he had, so giving them a chance to feel what he did felt like the right thing to do.
"Yeah. Yeah, sure."
Oscen finds a bag that he doesn't suspect will be missed, and he and Lian both set out. They hop onto a passing trolley, clinging onto its side as the rickety thing pumps smoke into the air. The inhabitants of the trolley are uniform in their uniqueness, with people of all shapes and sizes, even a pair of dwarves and a nervous looking elf - unusual sights, even in the rather diverse Rote district - packed uncomfortably in. The contraption hisses by Gaoler's bridge, which hangs low over the river and is currently drawn up in order to allow a procession of steam-pinnaces to pass through, and the pair detach from the trolley.
As they wait for the bridge to come back down, Lian looks to Oscen, something sharp in their eyes.
"Songbird. What... was that? What happened there?"
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... Gaoler's Bridge, Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Oscen looks to Lian with a raised eyebrow, not completely sure what Lian was talking about. "What do you mean?" Oscen asks, starting to put the pieces together. In a moment, his eyes widen as he realizes that Lian seemed to be much clearer again. "Oh! You're back. Umm...I'm honestly not sure, Lian. You just spaced out there for a bit and it was like you were in some kind of happy dream. At least that is what you seemed like to me."
"No. No, you did something to me. I could feel it. What the hell happened?"
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... Gaoler's Bridge, Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"I genuinely don't know," Oscen replies, a look of fear going across his face as he realizes that he might have done something. "I was just asking for you to please help me, if not begging it when...well...this weird feeling went over me...and then you agreed to it..." he says, a look of horror going over his face as he realized that he might have been more at fault than anything. "Lian, I am so sorry...I had no clue or idea I could do anything like that. Please believe me when I say I would never do anything like that intentionally."
Persuasion check!
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
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"I..." Lian's face softens slightly. "I believe you. If this is really... something special, then I want to at least see this through. To say I have, if nothing else. I'm not doing what I wanted done tonight anyhow."
The bridge hisses and screeches as the last great gears lock into place, allowing pedestrian traffic once again.
"Let's go."
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... Gaoler's Bridge, Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Oscen nods, heading across the bridge quickly. An idea came to mind as he whispers to Lian, “If we get in trouble, who knows? I might be able to figure out how to do that to help us get out of trouble.”
The pair cross the bridge and make their way through Olcro as the sun begins to set. Shipyards and docks infest the water's edge here, the yachts of aristocrats mingling with rotting trade-hulks, moth-eaten sails made outmoded by modern innovations in steam technology. The old palace lies here, untouched and walled off, encrusted with ivy. They say the polished floor within is still stained with the blood of the old Empress. No one is permitted to enter and confirm these superstitions.
The pair make it to the elegantly-wrought iron gates of Weddingreen just as the bells begin to toll, signifying the beginning of the curfew. The two uniformed guards turn to close and lock the gate for the night, just as Oscen and Lian reach it. In a few seconds, any hope of entering Weddingreen under cover of night will be lost.
What does Oscen do?
It is... Evening, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... Weddingreen Gate 6, Olcro District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."