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

[be_seeing_you]

Number 6 looks him right in the eyes and says, "Yes. It was."

[notinflictthem]

Well, that's enlightening. But it must have been bad if he didn't immediately launch into kvetching about it.

Hawkeye thinks for a moment, and then asks-

"You're the expert here. What should I be doing for him? When you got out, what helped you deal with it?"

A good doctor knows when to consult someone else on a treatment plan.

[be_seeing_you]

"Don't let him isolate himself." Of all the ways Number 6 found healing, simply having people he could trust beside him was what helped most.

"That place steals your privacy, forces you to expose yourself and uses what it learns to target your worst insecurities. So, do not try to push him to speak. Trust will take time. Even for the closest companions. But don't let him stay too long alone with his own thoughts. Remind him that he is free. They cannot touch him here."

[notinflictthem]

"Oh hey, I thought it would be something difficult," not quite as jovial as the tone he came in with, but. He means it. Not leaving Mulcahy alone with whatever was done to him is the easiest thing in the world.

"Thanks. I owe you one for this."

[be_seeing_you]

"Sometimes the simplest medicines are the best, are they not?" There's no one thing that can undo the damage done by The Village, but this is the first and most necessary step.

"No. You don't owe me for this. I'm the one repaying a debt."

[notinflictthem]

"Sometimes, but sometimes the best medicine is a mitral commissurotomy, and you have to make a whole day of it."

Then his tone gets a little more serious, and he says-

"No you aren't. Not unless you were the one who did it to him, and it doesn't sound like you were."

[be_seeing_you]

"That is your specialty, not mine."

He almost thinks he's gotten away with it and then...

"No. I wasn't. I was"--he clears his throat--"undergoing my own challenges. But, the man who did it all desired me and used them all by proxy. I cannot say I had no hand in it."

[notinflictthem]

For a moment Hawkeye genuinely thinks he's misunderstood. But no, Peter is genuinely arguing that-

"So what- because this guy had a thing for redheads, that makes it your fault? Peter- if a kid gets shot and I can't save them on the operating table, is that my fault? Did I put the kid there? Did I get him shot? Or is it the fault of the brass who started the whole damn thing to begin with?"

[be_seeing_you]

"Well, no. This is different," he attempts to argue. Although, the ways in which the situations differ are making themselves difficult to communicate.

"But, if a man can be said to have a nemesis, then this one was mine. No one else should have been involved."

[notinflictthem]

"Okay. Explain to me how it's different. My afternoon is free, honest, go ahead."

[be_seeing_you]

His lips part... and then he sits in silence for far too long.

At length, his mouth shuts, and then his eyes, and he releases a heavy breath through his nose.

"I can't."

[notinflictthem]

"Word of advice, Peter. Leave the guilt to the Catholics. They have more practice at it. You can't... take responsibility for anything bad that happens anywhere near you. Sometimes that's just life. Ugly, absurd, and out of anyone's control."

...

"That's why I became a doctor, because when I get told what I just said, I break out in hives."

The call is coming from inside the house on this one, at least.

[be_seeing_you]

"I do not like giving up control." This may be the first time he's spoken that sentiment aloud so plainly. But that's the core of it. If he wasn't responsible then... he had no control over any of it.

His lips curl into a wry half-smile. "If you weren't a fellow veteran you might already be sporting a black eye." Not really. But he's sure Hawkeye understands what he means.

[notinflictthem]

"If you did, you'd be the first," he offers back.

Hawkeye does get it, and he smiles back, clearly amused.

"Hey, this is barely veteran advice. When I was doing my placements we got told again and again that if we thought we were superman and could fix all the world's ills we could take our self-importance and walk out the door. Made for an interesting conversation when I rang back home to Krypton."

[be_seeing_you]

"True enough."

Does he feel a little lighter now or is it only his imagination?

"I'm no Superman. But, what if I told you with these"--he spreads his wings a little--"I truly can fly?"

[notinflictthem]

"Then I'd say you're one of a couple of people I know that can't make the 'and boy are my arms tired' joke."

A quiet huff.

"One of my buddies is going out with a bird man. You didn't get those in Korea, did you?"

[be_seeing_you]

"No, no. I had to use planes in Korea. These came less than a year ago via... magical means." Yes, he does hate having to say it like that.

"You don't say? May I ask who they are? I'm looking for a friend who also possesses wings. You haven't met anyone named Phil have you?"

[notinflictthem]

"Ugh," he says reflexively.

"Naw, not a Phil. Name's Cerrit, you can't miss him, looks like if people evolved from eagles and not apes. Has a beak and all. Nice guy. What am I looking out for with Phil? If he turns up I'll let you know."

[be_seeing_you]

"Cerrit. I'll keep a lookout, then." Birds of a feather and all that.

"Phil has the wings of an owl, and clawed hands to go with it, but no beak." He hopes. Poor man seemed to gain some new owlish feature at every turn. "You'll know him when you look into his eyes and see a well of experience and kindness so deep it makes you want to bare your very soul to him. You could ask for no greater friend."

[notinflictthem]

Hawkeye huffs lightly, "if he's tall and likes Chinese food and walks on the beach, I might be in love."

Kind eyes, huh. Should be easy enough to find.

"If a guy with curly blonde hair and a Boston accent so strong you could butter toast with it shows up, do the same for me, yeah? Goes by Trapper John. He's my best friend."

[be_seeing_you]

"I cannot say for sure if he'll be able to return those affections, but I've seen some signs that indicate he may." He can't help a devilish grin while he says it.

"I'll keep my eyes open for your man, as well."

[notinflictthem]

"Careful, someone might mistake you for a yenta," he jokes lightly, immediately picking up one of the bits of wood lying about.

"You want to show me how your work your magic so I can help with this?"

good place to wrap?

[be_seeing_you]

"I've been mistaken for worse."

He smiles and motions for Haweye to watch his knife. "I think I can give you a few pointers. I'm sure you already know the most important rule. Always cut away from oneself, not toward. Less need for stitches that way."

sounds good!

[notinflictthem]

"Oh hey, that's the first lesson we get in surgeon's school too- cut the patient, not yourself."

He settles in to learn, with only a few running comments about the process as he does.