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TDM #5 - Paradesium

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Careful, you have the look of a mooch who's going to end up sharing in the feast." Cecil's not Chester or Norris, but imagine if he was the voice reading incident reports, all buttery and smooth like that. Wouldn't that be something?

Definitely a radio voice. Or an ASMR voice. One or the other. Either way it would be nicer than Norris's whiny little voice, in particular, reading out the reports. Alice huffs a laugh, "Can't tell if that's actually an invitation or if the choice of the word mooch is a subtle hint to take a hike."

"Some of my best friends are mooches! And interns. Almost every intern we ever hired was a mooch." Including him back in the day, of course. He gestures to the blanket with a broad, shameless grin.

That's all the confirmation Alice needs to plonk herself down with him. "That sounds familiar. Every newbie we ever get lives and dies on the mini doughnuts and biscuits the big boss lady puts out. Why not, right. Free food."

Except of course Alice herself has been bringing her own food to work for a long time, now.

Cecil offers her some cheese and moves the chicken to within her reach.

"It's the way of fresh meat, before they get hardened and jaded and occasionally dead."

Alice accepts the cheese and definitely starts eyeing the chicken whilst she works on it, but she doesn't half give him a look by the end of that sentence, "Jesus, I don't think we've had any of ours die. ...yet. Probably. Though I guess if you wanna get technical about it Sam probably counts now..."

Cecil turns his gaze to the sky, the shiny falling away for a moment. "We lost interns every few months. And it would be my job to report on the matter. 'To the parents of Chad, the intern, we regret to inform you that your son was lost in the line of community radio duty, and that he will be missed, and never forgotten.'"

He wrinkles his nose, takes a breath...and then that smile reappears on his face like it hadn't just faded away, like he's still on-air and needs to put on the right voice for station management.

"Probably a good thing Pumpkin Hollow Community Radio isn't big enough to have interns yet. And that death on this island isn't permanent!"

Alice stares at him for a solid five seconds before simply saying: "...dude. That's totally fucked up. No way that needs saying but I'm saying it anyway."

"You only get to throw stones if the world you come from isn't fucked up and you died in your bed of old age." He pops some grapes into his mouth.

Around a bite of chicken she's finally gone for, "...touché." Swallows. "Far as I can tell I died in a manky old hole."

Yes, she does have to say it that way.

"That is not how le petit mort is supposed to work, you know."

Shameless, Cecil. But she did choose to voice it that way.

Without hesitation: "Damn, really? Wish someone had told me that one before I started diving into sopping wet holes for fun and profit."

"Perhaps you should talk to Lord Erik Osborne, you know, the whore? He can teach you how to do it properly, as a professional."

There is no shame here.

"—wait like, forreal 100% serious actualfax historical definition whore?"

"As someone who has provided services in exchange for being bent over his desk? Yes."

Cecil lets out a bright laugh. "He's very skilled."

"I'd be more surprised if he wasn't!" She laughs, shaking her head. "People paying good money for a poor lay would be some poor financial planning on their parts."

"I didn't pay good money. I gave him ad space in the Gazette. It was a very good deal, though I'm not sure my boss approved."

Yorick had all sorts of disclaimers on that article.

"Hey, a good deal's a good deal," Alice says approvingly, still laughing under her breath. "And I'm in favour of anything that'll makes a boss stand there wondering why the hell they hired you, whilst still knowing you're way too valuable to fire your arse for it."

"Considering Yorick and I are the only two on staff for the Gazette, and he's also the assistant to the mayor and often dead, he does rely on me heavily. Luckily, though, my boyfriend's been kind enough to tell me when I've been overworking and need a break. Like now, for a picnic. Speaking of, have some of the dried berries with the cheese."

He's going to take one of the chicken's drumsticks, in the meantime.

Alice happily goes for the dried berries. "Sounds like a good lad you've got there. I'm still working on the whole—" she gestures loosely, "—employment thing. Spent years as a glorified government drone. I'd call it pencil pushing but there's not even pencils involved, just big old computers running Windows NT 4.0. It's a miracle they haven't bricked themselves."

"Oh, oh no. That's sort of awful. Windows NT was a mistake and should not be used anywhere. Well. There's no computers here, so that's hardly a concern I suppose."

"It was the most cursed computer system on God's green earth and yet y'know what, I think I'm almost gonna miss ol' Freddie. He's one of the only thing that's been there longer than I was."

Exaggeratedly dramatic sigh. "Anyway, you know anyone around here looking for someone who's only marketable skills involve being the funniest person in the room and keeping most of her sanity in the face of tedious admin tasks—"

She gestures vaguely at herself with a hand that's still holding dried berries, then pops some into her mouth.

"Dahlia might need a personal assistant still. Though her last one made a mess of things. Beside that, there's the library, and other town hall jobs. Or you could refine the comedy act."

Alice cocks her head a bit. "Have comedy acts even been invented in this time period? I mean, I know comedies existed, but there's a difference between, like, Shakespeare or a clown or a good panto and some pillock standing up on a stage doing comedy."

She accepts that she is the hypothetical pillock in this hypothetical scenario.

"They have venues for performance and festivals where bands play concerts. You're not going to be totally out of place, sweet jester."

He winks at her in a way that's not flirty.

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!

CHARITY DRIVE ENCOURAGES CULTURAL EXCHANGE

PLANTING SEASON BEGINS!

HOT SPRINGS OPEN FOR RELAXATION

STRANGE CAVERNS DISCOVERED BENEATH CRANE’S RIDGE

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