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TDM #1 - The Vengeful Forest

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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette

6/7/23 | TDM #1: "The Vengeful Forest"
Content Warnings: body horror mentioned, article 2

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A typical view from Jack's Marina

FIRST NEW ARRIVALS IN HALF-DECADE: MORE TO FOLLOW?

By Yorick Aberdeen

TAWNY BEACH - Big news at Jack’s Marina--- for the first time in roughly five years, the Marrow Isle Port Authority has reported a new arrival by ferry. And it’s not just one person.

Since the advent of the Barrier that has plagued our fair island for the past 5 years, no transport vessels have been logged for departure or arrival by the Port Authority. And for good reason! Any boat that attempted to make the journey beyond the blackened waters surrounding the island has met with a terrible fate ranging from property destruction to untimely demise. While said casualties don’t quite carry the sting they used to, the situation has obviously proven less than ideal for those looking to leave and ultimately halted the mass exodus from Pumpkin Hollow indefinitely.

Today, for the first time since the formation of the Barrier, we are seeing brand new faces arrive at the docks. All of them have been somewhat disoriented and some have claimed to be from locations that do not exist in our world. We approached one of these new arrivals, Milo Fields, for comment on his experience.

“A lady in an office told me I was dead and then I woke up on a boat,” Fields, 26, was quoted as stating on the matter. Succinct and fascinating, indeed! It would seem that for once, our island’s propensity for supernatural oddities has brought us something that we can be hopeful about. More on this as it develops.

‘CREEPY LITTLE TREES’ SEEN IN TOWN

By Yorick Aberdeen

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Artist rendition of a "Brutok".

NORTHWEST HOLLOW (Prague Mills) - This morning Town Hall received a report from the road by the lumber mill, which leads out to Crane’s Ridge, that there have been more sightings of the “tiny tree people” that have been appearing around Lockwood Forest. Over the past few weeks there have been multiple sightings of short-statured creatures with gnarled limbs, bark complexions, and leaf-shaped masks moving about among the trees. There have also been several reports claiming that they have been in town. These reports are particularly prominent in areas toward the outskirts of the forest such as the aforementioned Prague Mills.

However, movement is not the only activity people claim to have seen. Many of these sightings detail more insidious behaviors such as mean-spirited practical jokes, theft, and attempted kidnapping.

The Pumpkin Hollow Gazette reached out to local historian and town council member Dahlia Leeds for any insight on these creatures from her research.

“These creatures appear to be Brutoks,” Leeds, 23, concluded in her interview with us on Tuesday evening. “They’re angry woodland spirits known to appear in cursed forests, much like our own.”

Ms. Leeds went on to issue a number of safety warnings for residents. According to her research, these Brutoks often move in groups and will lock on to woodland travelers who make eye contact with them. Their eyes are not visible so this can be done by accident quite easily if one spends too much time staring into trees. If Brutoks attach themselves to you, they will follow you home, proceeding to destroy your property, hide your personal items, attempt to cause you bodily harm, tear up your garden, and eventually spirit you away to the woods. Victims of these kidnappings will be “planted” in the woods by the Brutoks and spend the next several hours enduring the deeply unpleasant process of being turned into a tree, ultimately killing the individual. A gruesome affair.

There are several ways to dispel a Brutok invasion before it escalates to kidnapping. Ms. Leeds recommends observing their behavior for clues and keeping an eye out for puzzles set by the creatures while outside, though there may be other solutions. If you are unable to dispel them, it is possible to fight them off with brute force. Those walking in or near the woods are advised to keep their eyes on the trail but listen carefully for sounds of distress and be prepared to intervene. Should you encounter any trees that look like people, Ms. Leeds has also cited the unfortunate need to burn the unsettling foliage in order to release the spirit of the victim so that they can regenerate as usual.

As always, the sharing of information and community vigilance are imperative in warding off this new threat. Please share any information you have on the message boards at town hall or with your neighbors, and consider reaching out to Ms. Leeds or any other respected community figure if you find yourself in a bind. Keep your lanterns lit, Pumpkin Hollow. We’re in for quite the summer.

CUCUMBER FESTIVAL CANCELED DUE TO UNFORTUNATE TURNIP HEX; REPLACED WITH POTLUCK

By Yorick Aberdeen

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They haunt my dinner plate and my dreams.

DOWNTOWN (Temple of Sacred Roots) - In lighter news, a solution has been found to the much-loathed Turnip Hex debacle.

As most residents of Pumpkin Hollow are aware, earlier in spring a crop hex was placed on the island by an unidentified witch that turned all ground crops sown at the time into turnips. While this is not as bad as it could be, it has resulted in mounds upon mounds of turnips and a complete lack of other crops until later harvests. The witch who cast this hex is still at large.

An unfortunate side effect of the hex has been that the beloved and highly anticipated Cucumber Festival, which normally takes place in early June, had to be canceled due to a lack of cucumbers. This has earned the ire of a great many residents who have cited the festival as “their last source of a modicum of joy on this goddess-forsaken island”, among other more colorful statements.

Reverend Degas Clayton of the Temple of Sacred Roots of our Four Earthly Mothers has proposed an alternative to the festival. While not nearly as exciting, Clayton, 57, believes that a turnip potluck is still a great community-building exercise and excuse for a social gathering. He encourages attendees to find the most inventive ways they can think of to cook up excess turnips and present their dishes on the temple lawn during the party. “The sooner we eat the blasted things, the sooner we’ll no longer have to look at them anymore,” said Mayor Poe in her endorsement of the event. It would appear she plans to be in attendance.

To participate, please bring an appropriate dish to the Temple of Sacred Roots on Friday at noon. The party will run until sundown and wine will be provided, which may improve the taste of the turnips. New residents are encouraged to attend even if they are not able to provide a dish so that they can meet their local community and learn more about the church.

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[personal profile] prise_de_fer 2023-06-08 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well..." Mo'rtahja's tail flicks with nervous energy at the question itself, rather than the other woman's intense gaze. Her eyes briefly look to the ceiling as if the answer might be written there instead. "It could be that we both enjoy gambling, no? Better to try our luck? I'd rather not leave things to fate."

It couldn't be the end! She wouldn't accept it, even if there was a chance this good be a terrible deal. She takes a steadying breath, inhaling the sweet cinnamon steam from her cider, and beams at Ahri and that appraising look of hers. Mo'rtajha's only known her a few moments and already likes her directness.

"I should think we could hold them to account if it came to that." She leans a touch forward, ears swiveling in the same direction. "Yes! I came by boat as well which is a tad strange. Ala Mhigo is in the middle of a desert with nary a boat in sight! But pray, tell me, where it is you're from?"
prise_de_fer: (fear - gasp!)

[personal profile] prise_de_fer 2023-06-08 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Burtoks?" Mo'rtajha purrs the word, curious expression skyward toward the elezen woman. or she assumes is an elezen. This place is so very strange and now she can't be certain. "Burtoks...oh! Yes. The little angry plants, yes?"

Mo'rtajha stops at the base of the tree, eyeing it carefully. It's not as if she doesn't know how to climb one, but if those impish little fiends are afoot she'd rather not be surprised! No sign of them, until she's scurried halfway up. What she thought was a piece of bark was in fact a Burtok!

With a shriek Mo'rtajha flails and falls right into the upside Zelda, hanging on for dear life!
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Turnip time!

[personal profile] prise_de_fer 2023-06-08 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
After a few days of almost the same sorts of food Mo'rtajha has come to a singular conclusion; she does not, infact, like turnips. Overhearing some villagers talk about the potluck only turns her stomach, but she makes an appearance nonetheless. With a few adjustments to her newcomer linens and a borrowed cloak to better hide her feline ears, she flits to and fro, spending most of her time chatting than sampling anything.

Until she catches the whiff of something that smells heavenly, that is!

"Oooh, and what is this?" While asking no one in particular she does glance about to see if anyone will take credit for creating this delightful dish!
woocas: (fear - yelling)

Oh hello there >:] it's forest time!

[personal profile] woocas 2023-06-08 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The same warning went in one of Lucas's ears and right out of the other. Forest bad, going out after dark also bad. Which only piques his curiosity even more. So after a few days moping around the inn and landing himself a job, Lucas decides to do the smart thing and stay close to the village.

Just kidding, he totally goes into the forest by himself.

At first it almost reminds the Medium of home, not a far drive from his sleepy little town. The sun still pokes out behind leaves, the quiet sounds of birds and other small creatures can be heard as he cautiously makes his way forward. It's not long before these are placed by growing darkness and the sound of...screaming?

Charging forward with reckless abandon Lucas swings around a large tree to find a man covered head to toe in angry little leaf demons! He yells as he gets within arm's reach, starting to chuck the little guys off into the underbrush, "Hey! HEY! Get off of him you little leafy bastards!"
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[personal profile] woocas 2023-06-09 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Foiled right off the bat!

"About the same I think. The days kind of blurred together at first, if I'm honest." Shock is a funny thing, but he doesn't linger on the thought long. Shoulders scrunched into a brief shrug. "You need a ha---"

Don't say it Lucas, don't say it.

"--elp?" Nailed it.
woocas: (neutral - I'm trying to understand)

[personal profile] woocas 2023-06-09 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh man, a whole library! Good to know. What does your little club do?" It already tickles his fancy, honestly. Research and investigation are his bread and butter!

"Huh, they sound kind of like fae. Is it always a little puzzle? I guess I should ask the, uh...the lady mentioned in the article," Whose name escapes him in the moment as he crouches down to poke through another bush or two.
woocas: (happy - that's a good point)

[personal profile] woocas 2023-06-09 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Lucas is pretending he didn't get the memo about the forest. A few days moping around is enough! Time to get to work. Thankfully the curling smoke above the treeline catches his attention before he gets too far.

"Huh...dream analytics."

Well, why not? The open sign is an invitation and Lucas is taking it. He opens the door with a friendly call out of, "Hello?"
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[personal profile] lickstheevidence 2023-06-09 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh." His LED spins yellow and he looks sort of disconcerted at that. Didn't most humans usually need some kind of help?

He stares at her hand for a moment before taking it in his own and shaking it firmly.'

"Yes, I'm a new arrival. My name is Connor. It's nice to meet you, Dahlia. I'm sorry, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do now." He knows what he was told before by the nice woman who gave him hot chocolate that he surprisingly could drink, but he's still out of sorts and unsure what's going on. He leans in closer and lowers his voice.

"Are we dead?"
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-09 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
Degas pauses in confusion, bushy eyebrows a brief cowl over his eyes. "You haven't? Strange. And I haven't heard of this Iron Man."

He goes silent again, carefully watching the young woman and her mannerisms. She certainly is chatty, nervous. Much like his son who liked to talk out problems. That much was familiar, at least.

"I wouldn't worry, village or town, it's still all the same." His speech is methodical, slow but not drawn out, hopefully calming. Her last comment doesn't change that in the slightest either. "Ms. Beatrix, it sounds as if you've been through quite a time. If it won't trouble you too much, how did you cross the sea? No one's managed it for the last few years."
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-09 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Degas pauses to think. "I would have to refresh my memory about that time. There's been quite a plague of tragedies since then that it makes those days feel hazy at best."

Day by day, some new horror gets inflicted on the town, ebbing and flowing without rhyme or reason. Or so it feels.

"Hmm, now that I can tell you straight away. We've empty cafes that could use a new owner, a lovely little paper store near the Temple with no one to stock it. There used to be a few tailor shops and seamstresses. I recall a curio shop tucked away on one of the side streets and a workshop that made the most exquisite writing pens. And many more that left while they could. This and more. Those that remain lack...motivation, if you will. We've been whittle down by strange happenstance after strange happenstance so you can probably imagine that leaves us with little in the way of direction at times.

And yet, we persist. Fresh ideas and vigor may be the key to our revival, but you may have your work cut out for you. We're a bit wary after these trials, it may take time for those tradesmen and women who remain to warm up to you in order to establish a new venture. And the mayor would like to know who can best handle a new business before awarding them the chance." Another pause, a gentle smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. "I doubt it's a trouble you can't overcome in time, Mr. Tolliver. What sort of business did you have a hand in where you're from?"
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-09 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
"A pretty name, Ms. Zelda." And so very polite. Melly would have been endeared to her immediately. The thought brings a faint smile back to his expression.

"A curse in another place? Truly these are dark days. But come, we can either commiserate or you can regale me with a story from your home. What is this Hyrule and what fate has befallen it?" He indicates a nearby bench to sit.
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[personal profile] worstorganplayer 2023-06-09 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Snakes listens, nodding, filing all of that information away for when he might need it.

"I've had my finger in more than a few pies," he drawls. "Import and export ... but that'd be out. Gambling houses.... If you need anything blown up, I'm real good at that."

Might as well throw it out there after all if work will be hard to come by at first. There are legitimate uses for such skills, after all....
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-09 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
"As any business man worth his salt, I imagine."

The last bit does raise an eyebrow. "Explosives? Now that is curious, but useful in certain...restricted applications. You'll have to ask the mayor but I do believe mining makes use of it. It's hard work, but steady. A good way to start out, none the less."
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[personal profile] worstorganplayer 2023-06-09 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, thank you kindly for the information," Snakes says. Mining certainly wouldn't be his favorite thing, but he doesn't have a lot of options and he will consider it since it would allow him to use some of his more ... unique knowledge.

"Is there anything else I should know?"
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[personal profile] wildfirecatcafe 2023-06-09 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"The sea‽" She looks back to the dock. "... We were on a boat. The whole damn sea, though? Not a lake or a big river? ...I don't remember getting on the boat. Why was I on a boat?"

... She does seem to be getting a bit calmer, if not any less confused and bewildered.

"... and why would it be difficult to cross --" She pauses and lets out a small laugh. "I know why it would be difficult to cross the sea in general. But why would it be any more difficult to cross this sea than all the other ones? They're doing intercontinental shipping all the time, it's a cornerstone of the global economy."
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Nieve Winslow (OC) - OPEN

[personal profile] icanmakeit 2023-06-09 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
ARRIVAL
Nieve was taking the whole thing pretty well or so she wanted to tell herself. The woman at the start had been somewhat helpful; not entirely but just enough to make the decision easy for Nieve as she had no desire to move onto the afterlife as of yet. Not when she considered that it might be a trap laid out for her by the Shade.

Or maybe this was the Trap?

She didn't think so but it was still a possibility that she was rolling around in her head as she made her way to the Tavern and inside. True to the Mayor's word, she was given a room. She'd had better but she decided it was cozy enough to serve its purpose, especially as she moved back to the door after looking around inside of the room and curled her hand around the doorknob. Whispering to herself, she closed her eyes for a second before pulling open the door and stepping forward...into the hallway.

Pausing with a frown, she looked around before immediately stalking back into her room and closing the door. Just a few seconds later, she was stepping out, looking around with a frown, and then walking back in. It didn't cross her mind that she looked rather strange as she repeated this action over and over, clearly getting a little more frustrated each time she found herself in the hallway.

POTLUCK
Turnips.

Nieve couldn't help the disturbed little scowl on her face as she looked over the dishes that seemed to be all made of one thing. Turnips.

"I suppose there are worse things," she commented out loud as she scooped some food onto her plate, glancing around as she tried to figure out what all she might actually try to see if she could stomach it. She could have used magic to change some things but she was quickly coming to learn that her magic had a habit of going a bit..awry in this place. Which was interesting, to say the least, and frustrating.

"Do you think the Burtoks would eat turnips?" She asked suddenly, glancing at whoever was standing nearby, her brows lifted curiously. "Perhaps if we left them some as an offering? Or do you think that would backfire horribly?"
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Arrivals

[personal profile] icanmakeit 2023-06-09 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't think so?" Nieve answered as she looked up at the older man. He was handsome, she would give him that, but he was older and very possibly married which was fine too. At least he would be pleasant to look at while engaging him in conversation. Not that she needed someone to be nice to look at when she was talking to them but it never hurt.

Focusing on his question, she glanced around. "I mean, I was told I would be coming here, so I know where I am. Kind of. True, it's not where I intended to be but it's preferable to Hell. Unless...this is Hell."

She paused as though she hadn't considered that part and suddenly she was sighing as she focused her whiskey-colored gaze on the man again, tilting her head to the side. "Have you seen an unnaturally tall man that possesses a sort of dramatic, stern nature and a grumpy look on his face almost all the time? Wears a sort of long leather jacket? Duster, is that it? I think that's what it's called. I could never wear one but I suppose he pulls it off."
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Burtoks

[personal profile] icanmakeit 2023-06-09 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Nieve could have done something to help get rid of the Burtoks but the truth was that she was still biding her time somewhat with revealing her own magic. Which seemed to be going a bit haywire at the moment but she was sure she could figure it out. Or at least she was hoping that she could.

Either way, she watched as the strange little creatures took off running for a nearby bush. As soon as they disappeared, Nieve started to walk close to the library, watching as the blonde changed her attention to looking around for...something.

"Did they steal something from you?"
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[personal profile] raisedbyfoxes 2023-06-09 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
If I recall, Ms. Leeds from the Gazette also had a similar idea.

[ There's nothing in Ionia that would make a person solve visual puzzles to leave them alone, though there are some that present riddles and cryptic questions. Ahri's not sure how good she is at visual puzzles.

Ah, well. No matter. She's good at brute force, if need be.

As they make their way toward the forest, Ahri ignores the various askance glances they get from passersby who seem mildly alarmed at her carrying one of the Brutok. Honestly, she doesn't know what they're scared of; it's not like she's going to throw it at them. Her tail curls behind her in amusement at the notion, the tiniest of smiles tucked into the corner of her lips. ]


Miss Zelda-- not long after I arrived I was gifted with the knowledge that the newcomers are from many different worlds, not just my own. I assume you are not from Runeterra?
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[personal profile] raisedbyfoxes 2023-06-09 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ahri has never heard of Ala Mhigo, which is her first clue that something is strange. She's been alive for a couple of centuries now, and while she hasn't traveled to every single corner of Runeterra, she is familiar with its map. And while there is the vast desert empire of Shurima, there is no place called Ala Mhigo. Even the language structure and sound is unfamiliar. ]

Unfortunately, we do not know whom we should hold accountable if this promise reveals itself to be false.

[ It comes out distracted, though, Ahri's gaze distant as she stares down at her tea. Black painted claws click against chipped china. ]

I am from Ionia. And I confess, I have never heard of Ala Mhigo, and I have been around long enough that I should have heard of it.

[ A long pause, and then Ahri says slowly, clearly fascinated: ]

You are not Vastayan. You would have said something by now. So I can only assume that you're not from my world at all.
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[personal profile] raisedbyfoxes 2023-06-09 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
I, too, was not ready to 'call it quits'.

[ Around the unfamiliar phrasing, the corner of Ahri's lips turn in a tiny little smile, privately amused. Black painted claws click against the chipped china of her cup as she regards him thoughtfully, wondering at the kind of person who would say yes to the offered deal.

Then again; it was a choice between life and death. Not many would choose death. ]


The woman that spoke to me mentioned a chance at a new life. I suppose many would jump at that chance. The chance to do away with old regrets, to get away from past mistakes. Finding yourself a whole world away is certainly a long distance from such things.

But if you're not certain why, perhaps you're right, and you just didn't want to die yet. You do seem young; it's understandable.

It seems like it's a very strange, very mysterious place that we've chosen to continue our lives in. [ Ahri's eyes glimmer with mischief in the low light. ] I love a good mystery. Do you?
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brutok

[personal profile] raisedbyfoxes 2023-06-09 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Though she's recently gotten a taste of it, Ahri is still not yet especially familiar with living in civilization. The town is perfectly charming, of course, but she still finds herself drawn to Lockwood Forest. The hubbub of people is distant, here, and the trees packed closely together. It's different from Ionia's wilderness, but still a comfort.

That's why she happens to be close by when someone starts get swarmed by the Brutok.

Blue fire races through the air and sends a few of them flying off the man, where they squeal and shriek and roll in the grass to try put the fire out -- and she supposes she'll give the little gremlins credit, because they're smart enough to look at the magic dancing at her fingertips and assume she'll just keep going. The rest of them run, though Ahri wouldn't be surprised if more were waiting in the trees.

Amusement glitters in golden eyes as she offers a (now fire-free) hand to the man to help him up, her tail swaying idly behind her. ]


Annoying, aren't they? They may be tiny, but they really prove the old adage of strength in numbers. Do not let your guard down just yet, though. Once they have set their sights on someone, they are relentless.
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[personal profile] sleepingswordsman 2023-06-09 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Mirroring his movements, Link squatted down, hefting the other side of the rock and taking great care to match Milo's pace as he lifted. ]

Right over here! See the tree with the hole in it?

[ With a nod in the direction of the inconspicuous tree in question, and a glance down to make sure Milo was moving with him, he stepped forward, starting a slow-yet-steady walk towards the treeline. ]

Are you new here, too? You don't seem dressed like the others I've seen so far.
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[personal profile] sleepingswordsman 2023-06-09 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Collision! He didn't even realize anyone else was bustling the streets right as he was, and the sound he made, something torn between a short, startled yelp and a sputtered "whuh?", spoke volumes of that.

Once he got his bearings on the ground, though, equally knocked onto his rear, he blinked, before letting out an embarrassed laugh, shifting to try to rise to his feet. ]


I didn't see you coming, I'm sorry! Are you okay?
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[personal profile] hyliasblessing 2023-06-09 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh--" Suddenly Zelda was holding onto her would-be rescuer and swinging roughly from the tree. The rope was not fit to carry the additional weight nor the swinging and it quickly snapped, sending both of them plummeting to the ground in a heap. "Oof--"

Zelda groaned a bit, shifting to sit up. "Oh, goodness. Are you quite alright, miss?"

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