TDM #5 - Paradesium

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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette March Issue

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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette

3/8/24 | TDM #5 - Paradesium
Content Warnings: individual CWs found per prompt in "Further Details"
Forecast: Partly cloudy with a chance of rain

WELCOME TO PUMPKIN HOLLOW!

By Yorick Aberdeen

Apparently the ferryman needed a bigger boat!

ACROSS TOWN - Since June of 16:53, a steady stream of new arrivals to our sleepy little town has flowed in by ferry, emerging from the fog. And it seems this trend is due to continue, as this March is due to be on record the highest number of new residents in a single month!

We are incredibly grateful for all of you coming to our home and filling it with life once more, even though the dangers of our local curse have significantly increased since all of you began arriving. This reporter isn’t complaining--- additional harm to my own person notwithstanding!

If you are a new arrival, please report to Town Hall at your leisure so that we can help you find work and permanent lodging. Or don’t! The Oak & Iron is happy to rent you a room for as long as you need. Best of luck to all of you, and as we say in Pumpkin Hollow, may your lanterns always be lit!

CHARITY DRIVE ENCOURAGES CULTURAL EXCHANGE

By Cecil Gershwin Palmer

One of the charming toys created during last year's Doll Picnic.

FESTIVAL GREEN - Preparations are underway for the upcoming annual Doll Picnic. A charity event sponsored by the Artisan’s Guild, this picnic is an Anwyllic tradition that was brought to the island and continued with love. The first Doll Picnic was organized by Dame Meredith Idlewild of the town of Glyn Rhuthun on Kora’s Haven, with the toys being donated to the local children’s hospital after a massive landslide engulfed a local school.

The Artisan’s Guild has baskets of material available for making dolls, including fabric, yarn, stuffing, buttons, and the like. However, tradition states that sourcing materials from the natural world (for example, acorn husks to use as buttons or deadwood to carve for doll arms and legs) results in the toys being blessed by Serrenai, who will watch over the children who play with them. The toys will be donated to local children after the picnic, including those who are ill or whose families can only afford necessities.

Newcomers are explicitly invited to join in the making of toys, and the resulting picnic. As a personal note: the locals have never heard of a teddy bear before. This reporter expects to see several, as we introduce our traditions to their traditions.

PLANTING SEASON BEGINS!

By Yorick Aberdeen

After a difficult winter, the appearance of spring's sprouts lifts our spirits.

NORTHWEST HOLLOW - The spring thaw is in full swing! That means it’s time for our local farmers to begin planting. Town Hall is offering a small reward to any of our newest arrivals who would be interested in assisting with planting season for farms less than a year old.

Anyone fresh off the boat interested in making 100 Brass should seek out Eddie and Angel Kasbrak, Arthur Morgan, Cèsar Salazar, Mairi Miann, Ylva Wolfsdottir, or Muriel and offer assistance with tilling and planting. We look forward to rewarding you for your contributions!

HOT SPRINGS OPEN FOR RELAXATION

By Yorick Aberdeen

Photograph provided by the Safety Board!

CRANE'S RIDGE - After a recent earthquake opened up a hot spring on the lower portion of Crane’s Ridge, a small portion of the Pumpkin Hollow Damage Claims Assessment Corps has been working to get the area cleaned up and safe for use by the general public.

Following its recent approval for compliance by the Safety Board, we are pleased to announce that Porter’s Spring is now available for public enjoyment! It can be accessed by taking the train to the North Station or by following the central trail out of Northwest Hollow, though the Safety Board does not recommend making this journey on foot due to its proximity to Lake Sal-Co-Penn. Enjoy!

STRANGE CAVERNS DISCOVERED BENEATH CRANE’S RIDGE

By Yorick Aberdeen

A small glimpse into this world beneath our own.

CRANE RIDGE - In addition to the hot springs, the earthquake can also be credited for a major cave-in in our Crane’s Ridge mines. A large tunnel was completely buried in rubble by the inexplicable natural occurrence. For the past several months, our mining team has been chipping away at the cave-in to try and regain access to the blocked tunnels in the lower area of the mountain.

In one of these tunnels, however, the team discovered a shocking surprise as the rubble was removed! Apparently, just beyond the mine walls, there has been an entrance to Hepogaia--- a subterranean nation running below our own fair country and many others. It seems that this particular portion of Hepogaian territory is also trapped within the barrier. Brief attempts at scouting by the Safety Board have noted a plethora of subterranean wildlife, both familiar and unfamiliar. This incredible new environment, hiding just out of sight beneath our island, is so full of wonder and splendor that it has earned a fitting name--- “Paradesium.”

A recent ecology study and expedition run by Pumpkin Hollow’s own Dr. Elias Coldwood has redirected their efforts to this new location, but those interested in exploring and scouting out this fantastical new discovery independently are encouraged to pack thoughtfully and travel in groups of two or more! Any information obtained during excursions into Paradesium would be appreciated by the Pumpkin Hollow Board of Safety.

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Further Details...

Charity Drive

The Doll Picnic Charity Drive will run throughout the next two months during our TDM, and there will be an event later on involving posing the dolls for a picnic. Once a photo is taken, the children will be allowed to come picnic with their new toys and take them home after!

There is absolutely no way this could possibly go wrong. Absolutely no dollmakers will be jumpscared or attacked by possessed dolls. None at all. (Okay, maybe some of them. But it’s fine. It’s for a good cause.)

[Mod Note: you can just make a doll without it coming to life and trying to kick your ass, that part is optional. Also the dolls will be blessed at the picnic and rendered unable to attack children.]

Planting Season

Any brand-new characters will get 100B extra on their stipend if they submit an AC-length thread with one of the existing farmers on their first Activity Check! This will be available regardless of whether the character qualifies for normal bonuses, but can only be redeemed by those who app in.

For reference for new players, threads are considered AC-length if they are ten tags in length (meaning 5 of your own tags and 5 from your partner.)

Hot Springs

Porter’s Spring is a perfectly normal and safe hot spring! However, you can encounter any number of perils on your way there if you decide to travel on foot, allowing new players to revisit some of our earlier events.

Check out our bestiary (pending update to new format) for more information on creatures such as Brutoks, the River Walker, and the Pine Devil, or stumble on Lake Sal-Co-Penn for a nasty surprise! Brutoks may also steal personal items from spring-goers on occasion. Don’t chase after them alone unless you want to be turned into a tree!

The Tristitia

In addition to the creatures in the wild, in town after dark characters may also encounter the Tristitia, Pumpkin Hollow’s newest cryptid.

She is a wraith-like spirit which haunts the island. Wearing tattered black clothes and colored all in shades of gray, she appears as a woman who walks around weeping with a caved-in chest, covering her face with her hands. Harmless if given a wide berth, but if she is set off, she will take out her desire for empathy for her grief on her target. She does this by embracing them and drawing out their own grief and trauma, leaving the target catatonic before she fades away, temporarily assuaged.

Into Paradesium

Crystals, golden with light and raw magical energy, cast what looks like sunlight down into the cascading cave. For every foot lower that the ground curls down from the entrance, the trees stretch ever-higher, carrying the raucous cries of animals unlike the surface of Marrow Isle had ever heard.

A jungle, so lush with life, sprawls ahead of any brave enough to venture into it. But what is there to see?

For Paradesium specifically, the bestiary has received a significant update. Creatures featured in prompts have their links to the accounts by Dr. Coldwood and his team marked with stars for easy location.

Below are multiple prompts for some encounters to be had in the jungle, but feel free to create any of your own encounters with any of the creatures listed! If the descriptions are short, feel free to write the creatures' behaviors however makes sense.

Welcome to the Jungle

Swallowed by dense canopies and noise, the jungle is quick to swallow any who travel within it whole.

Eyes are quick to find you, however. Perching in the treetops are a variety of small wyverns in vibrant colors, heads tilting as they try to comprehend what you could be. They squawk, chatter, and some of the bolder ones draw closer - if you sit anything aside and leave it unattended for too long, some even bolder than that will pilfer it, taking the object into the trees to admire with its companions.

Reptilian hunters with bright, keen eyes, the Plommon, consider you with much of the same interest. This interest increases tenfold if you happen to feed them.

If the prying eyes are no bother, then the forest's bounty is ripe for tending and taking. Bananas hang off trees, colorful citrus fruits catch light on their waxy peels, and bulky cocoa beans are jostled by movement in the branches above them. Even the broad leaves of the plants prove extraordinarily useful, whether you're looking to come in and quickly leave, or intend to push further within.

Wherever you go, those curious eyes follow you. Perhaps even out of the cave, should your attempts to shoo an adventurous creature away. What an odd way to gain a new team member.

Down a Few Notches on the Food Chain

(CWs: Potential for death, gore, or animal death)

Unfortunately, not all can be pure bounty and new friends in a place like this.

With the cavern sprawling widely and massively, there are many significantly larger creatures in this space, and some seem to be keen to take up opportunity for new prey. As you explore, there's a new feeling of eyes upon you, and the silence that overtakes the surrounding trees spells nothing good to come.

Any one of the massive predators in the wood has you in it's sights.

Escape is difficult, but manageable, as is fighting back. Creatures can be challenged, and hides, bones, and other spoils can be claimed from them, should there be success! If not, this is a good opportunity for familiarization with the Death page.

The silkhide chimera specializes in persistence. The longer and further you go, the more exhausted you'll get. A break is an opportunity that it will be keen to take.

The greenstalker excels at ambushing and high-speed pursuit. At top speeds of 30MPH, your party will need strategy and skill on their side to keep this beast at bay. (Or, alternatively, a source of fire.)

The elephant raptor does neither of these - the beast's sheer length of reach does all it needs to. Water and mud soften the sounds of the gargantuan creature's approach. Stay alert, and be sure that you hear it before it's upon you.

Safe travels become more difficult to manage, the further in you go. Deep, rumbling snores tell you that there's a chance you're just getting to the greater threats this paradise has to offer...

Fragments of the Past

Through great distances traveled, this "uninhabited" cavern begins to show signs that may speak to that not having always been the case.

Ruins of homes, crumbled bricks and tiles, can be found at the deepest reaches of the cavern. These dilapidated buildings, though worn with time, tell a story: the people who left his place, one that could be identified as a stenholm to any familiar with dwarvish culture, did not leave it on good terms.

Essentials were clearly taken with them, as the ruins of this place lack tools or clothing. Valuables are still scattered throughout, however. Large objects with too much history to have been left behind by indifference dot the collapsing homes. Ritual circles still waft radiant energy from them.

In the remains of a temple, an altar stands, cracking with age and covered in plants as the cavern reclaims it. Old candle-stands have rusted with age, but still stand, undisturbed.

Just before the altar, folded onto its side (as best as one can be, when only pieces remain), lies a skeleton. The clothes are tattered remains of stained whites and dulled blues, and the wildlife have cleaned flesh from bones, but it's remained undisturbed by time.

There's a quiet sadness to this place that lingers, even with the people who inhabited it so long since lost.

Should you linger too long, however, there comes the distinct feeling of not being alone.

Clair de Lune

(CWs: Long-term isolation, extinction)

Golden eyes of a human face follow your every moment, and the moment you lock your gaze onto them, the face emerges from the darkness, partially covered by spilling dark hair.

What follows this face, however, is not a human face - but, rather, a feline body with sprawling, grey-flecked wings.

There's a long, tense silence, as it emerges fully. Standing easily at eight feet tall while on all fours, the size of this creature becomes more and more apparent as it emerges from the dark of the collapsed wind.

Unlike the other animals of the cavern, though, there seems to be an anxiousness to its look. The lion's chest rises and falls with short, nervous breaths.

And then, in a hushed, woman's voice, hoarse from disuse, it speaks.

"Who are you? Why have you come here?"

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The Sphinx is a new NPC available for characters to interact with, should they delve deep enough into the caverns to find the stenholm. She's wary of all the new faces, and tends to be somewhat flighty, but seems cautiously interested in what new humans being in Hepogaia have to offer. For the sort looking to understand this place, it's people, or intend to trade, she can be communed with.

To interact with her, comment on the TL provided from beastsofthehollow with her icon, and if the initial introduction isn't your speed, feel free to encounter her however you like!

Comments

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

"Well, you're in luck on that front," says Leon. "There's an inn a little ways away that has rooms for anyone who got here by the ferry."

And he assumes this woman did, because she sure doesn't look like she's dressed in local garb.

"The town covers food and shelter for us there, and pays us a small stipend for whatever else we might need. It's weird, but I'm not about to question it if it helps people get on their feet." He sort of suspects the reason for it is because the outsiders can supposedly do something about whatever's going on here that the locals can't, and they're investing in that, but that's information he can drop on her later if it becomes relevant. For now, one thing at a time. "I can take you over there now, if you want. Or you can just ask about the Oak and Iron whenever."

[misbegottendreamer]

"I would appreciate the guidance. Thank you. I will be more comfortable with finding my way around once I have some small degree of security."

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

"You got it." He nods and starts walking slowly, being sure to keep talking so she can follow his voice if she needs to. "There's also this article in the paper, here -"

He reads off Planting Season Begins!

"I don't know if you're much of a farmer, but it might be worth looking into. I've only met Angel out of all the people mentioned there? But he's great, and I'm sure he or any of the others could find something you could do to help out. Otherwise there's plenty of jobs that need doing around here, and people are pretty accommodating."

[misbegottendreamer]

"I wouldn't mind doing some farming. My family owned a farm, before the Red Mountain erupted and everything was swallowed by ash. We grew wickwheat and ash yams in the fields of the Ascadian Isles. I wouldn't mind living that life again. Though... I'm also a keeper of stories, and a musician. I don't know if this place is in need of an entertainer, or if my songs would be something the people of this place would enjoy."

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

“That’s good to hear,” says Leon, choosing to not comment on the fact that he’s never heard of the Red Mountain or the Ascadian Isles, or even wickwheat or ash yams for that matter. More important stuff to deal with, and he does guess that’s no weirder than there being people who are also birds around. “Seems like the hunters and farmers around here are having some trouble keeping up with demand, so I’m sure they’d appreciate you stopping by even if it’s just for a bit, especially if you know what you’re doing when it comes to plants.”

Leon has every intention of lending a hand too, once he gets the chance, but he’s not sure how much help he’ll be, city-boy as he is. The next question (or implied question) gives him some pause though, and he thinks about it for a moment before responding.

“I hear all sorts of music coming from the local bars just about every night,” he says, eventually. “Don’t know if they’re volunteers or if they’re being paid, but I’d definitely ask around. This place is weird, but it’s definitely not so weird that the people here don’t appreciate music. Same probably goes for stories, but it might be harder finding an audience. What kind of stories do you keep?”

[misbegottendreamer]

"Legends, prayers, and histories, mostly. Things that should be remembered, lest angry ghosts rise to fill the void of what has been forgotten. Originally, I only collected the stories of the Dunmer, but in recent times, I've also been learning the tales of the Nords of Skyrim. Our history with them has been fraught with conflict, but I am beginning to think that that is because we have so much in common, strangely enough."

"I'll certainly keep an ear out to find the clubs."

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

Yeah, this woman sure talks like a writer or storyteller of some kind. Leon nods along as he walks, thinking it over.

"Can't say I've heard of the Dunmer before," he says. "Or of Skyrim? But hey, if you find a good venue to fill us in, I'd be interested."

He's no history geek, but even he's found it pretty interesting learning about the places other people here come from. In any case, he slows to a stop in front of a building with a swinging sign proclaiming it The Oak and Iron.

"We're here. You can head in and get yourself a room, or if you've still got questions I can buy you a drink and we can keep talking. What do you say?"

[misbegottendreamer]

"I would very much like to keep talking, muthsera, once I've arranged for a room. Perhaps you could find us a table, and I could meet you there once I've gotten things settled. You don't need to call for me loudly."

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

"You've got it," he says, nodding and holding the door open for her before something occurs to him. "Oh, but what should I be calling you?"

Might help a little if he knew her name.

"I'm Leon, by the way. Good to meet you."

[misbegottendreamer]

"My name is Drelasa Veloth. It's good to meet you, Leon."

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

Leon nods, smiling, and steps aside so she can make her way to the counter where the innkeeper is waiting. It's not too busy this time of day despite the influx of new people, so he's able to find a table in a quieter corner and settle in, ordering himself a glass of whiskey while he waits.

Once she steps away from the counter, he calls out.

"Drelasa? Over here, I saved you a seat."

[misbegottendreamer]

She makes her way over without too much incident, though she has a little trouble negotiating around one of the chairs.

"Thank you. I'd love to hear more about what you think of this place, muthsera Leon."

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

Leon almost gets up to try to help her with the chair when she has issues, but by the time he's halfway on his feet she's already got it handled, so he settles back down and just slides a glass across the table to her. The question of how she'll drink it with that mask does not occur to him.

"Hard to know where to start," he says, frowning a little, both thoughtful and a little sad. "It sure isn't what I'd expected the afterlife to look like, or... Limbo, or purgatory, or whatever this is. But the people here are really nice. They look out for each other, which is good, because this place can get pretty dangerous sometimes. Speaking of which," he gestures to her hands, heavily bandaged as they are. "If you need any medical care? That's paid for by the town too. They see it as a public service here."

[misbegottendreamer]

"Is this truly the afterlife, then? The land of the spirits? I will confess, I thought that upon my death, I would be... well, whole again." She pauses.

"I prefer to tend to my own wounds, but I would appreciate new bandages now and again."

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

"To be honest, I don't know what it is. Far as I understand it, this was a perfectly normal place to live for the folks that were born and raised here, and we just... sort of showed up, thanks to Mortanne - that's the white-haired woman you spoke to, who offered you the choice to come here. Apparently she's the local death goddess."

Which he has some feelings about, none of which he can correctly identify at this time. Shit's weird and he doesn't like it, but what can he do?

"Anyway, getting your hands on fresh bandages shouldn't be an issue. I think you'll want to check the apothecary for that? Sally Boyle runs the place, I can give you directions later. Either that or you can visit one of the clinics, I'm sure they have supplies to spare."

[misbegottendreamer]

"I'd appreciate that. And... a death goddess, you say? Does she care for the truly deceased, as well as those of us who are here by way of a transient state? Is there a temple that honors her and the other local gods? I may wish to pay tribute to such a spirit."

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

"Not sure," Leon admits, sheepish and apologetic, having gotten a little overwhelmed during his initial conversation with Angel about the local faith and retained less of it than he maybe should've. "But I get the impression people like us turning up here is a pretty new thing, so I'd guess so. As for the temple, that's over near Town Hall. They can probably answer at least some of your questions there."

[misbegottendreamer]

"Then I suppose I shall find my way to the temple, once we've finished our business here. Of course, there's no reason to rush."

She, uh, doesn't seem to have actually noticed the drink.

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

"Good plan," says Leon, frowning thoughtfully as he considers how it might be smart for him to do that too sooner or later, just to get a sense of who and what he's dealing with in terms of the powers that be here. He kind of... really doesn't want to, though, for reasons he can't quite put his finger on. The whole notion of gods just makes him uncomfortable in a way he can't fully define, and the easiest way to deal with that is to not think about it at all.

To that end, he changes the subject.

"You, uh, want a drink?" he asks, gesturing towards the glass he's set in front of her. "If whiskey's not to your taste, I'd be happy to treat you to something else."

[misbegottendreamer]

"I certainly wouldn't mind one," she says, oblivious to the gesture. Perhaps "poor eyesight" was a bit of an understatement.

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

Ohhhhh shit she genuinely can't see the glass in front of her, can she? Leon doesn't know if it's due to the low lights in the inn or if her vision is just that bad and she's just really good at compensating when it comes to bigger things like following him down the street, but he has to pause a moment to think about the politest thing to do in this situation.

"Here," he says, ultimately deciding to just... pick up the glass again and gently nudge her hand with it. Seems least awkward and least room for miscommunication, hopefully. "It's pretty strong stuff, but it's good. They know their way around alcohol here."

[misbegottendreamer]

"Oh! Apologies, muthsera. I... should have been forthcoming." She takes the glass in her hand, bows her head, and tucks the drink beneath it, keeping her face concealed.

"This is good. Not quite flin, but it's definitely similar to what we have back home."

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

"No worries," says Leon, waving off the apology. If anything he thinks it might be his bad for not noticing sooner, but either way things seem to be working out just fine now. No need to fret over it.

"So, where is home, for you? We've got people from all over here showing up on the ferry, and I really do mean all over. I'm from the United States, if that means anything to you."

He wouldn't be surprised if it didn't, though. Of all the proper nouns she's tossed his way so far, only 'Nord' was a familiar one, and he's not sure it means the same thing to her.

[misbegottendreamer]

"I can't say I've heard of 'the United States.' I do remember the Cyrodiilic Empire was sometimes called 'the United Provinces of Tamriel,' though few call it that anymore. As for myself... I come from Morrowind, land of molten rivers and ash-filled skies, where the earth is food-rich from kwam-eggs and even the unforgiving ashlands bear sweet yams to give the weary traveler strength." She sounds comforted as she speaks of her home.

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

"Mm." Leon hums, thoughtfully. "So that sorta confirms it - I've never heard of any of those places, which means we're probably from different worlds entirely. Different planets, maybe different universes. Mortanne's got some reach, when it comes to who she's picking for this... whatever it is."

Opportunity. Mission. Pick your poison.

"Anyway. Sounds like you love it there a lot." He envies it, a little, a touch of wistfulness coming across in his voice. Once upon a time he might've had similar things to say about the US, but in recent years his view's gotten a little jaded. Not that he doesn't still love it in its own way, but it's harder to wax poetic about it. Still. Something about hearing her talk that way stirs something in him. "You get the chance to travel around it much? While you were collecting stories, and all."