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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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hyliasblessing: (resigned)

[personal profile] hyliasblessing 2023-06-09 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Zelda took a seat, her demeanor softening with sadness. "Well... it's a long story. A very long time ago, far in the distant past, there was a war between a holy goddess named Hylia and an evil god called Demise," Zelda began, almost robotic in her retelling of the age-old tale.

"For thousands of years, Hyrule has been locked in a cycle. Darkness, light, then balance. Catastrophe, miracle, then peace. Over and over. With the avatar of Hylia, her chosen hero, and the wicked demon king reincarnating each time to play out a different version of the same script. The hero of courage. The princess of wisdom. The usurper of power. There are a dozen of these tales, all different and yet all very much the same. When I left, the demon king had just risen once more. He destroyed the hero's sacred sword, and I fell. I don't know what will become of my home if I don't return."

She looked up, having realized she was staring down at the vegetable-ocarina in her hands, and met Degas' gaze again. "My apologies. I didn't mean to--- darken the mood."
hyliasblessing: (peaceful)

[personal profile] hyliasblessing 2023-06-09 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
That's right. My home is called Hyrule. I'm afraid I'm not familiar with Runeterra. What sort of place is it?
thethirteenthchild: (wry smile)

[personal profile] thethirteenthchild 2023-06-09 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
"We research the history of the island! As well as the history of other places that might be relevant. Particularly, we see if we can find any other historical accounts from elsewhere of the events happening here. There's plenty of useful information in the past, especially in the experience of those who came before us," Dahlia said.

At the second comment, she looked up at him with a wry grin. "Lady in the article? You mean Ms. Leeds?"
thethirteenthchild: (talking)

[personal profile] thethirteenthchild 2023-06-09 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, not to worry, Connor, you are in the right place. I'm happy to get you started," she said. "I'm a town council member, so it's my job to help new arrivals get their bearings. If you need lodging or want to work, or just need directions somewhere, anyone in this building can assist you."

Dahlia couldn't conceal her surprise at the question, brows lifting a bit. "Dead? I suppose it does feel that way around here, some days. But at the moment, no, not as far as I can tell. My understanding is that you and the other new arrivals came from... some other life, though? Is that right?"
thethirteenthchild: (looking around)

Re: Burtoks

[personal profile] thethirteenthchild 2023-06-09 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Hm?" She looked up to see who was speaking, then straightened. "Oh! No, I'm looking for something else. You see, they hide these little puzzles around outside. My research indicates that solving the puzzles might be enough to chase them off, or at least make them lose interest in the building."
pinandcove: (smirky)

[personal profile] pinandcove 2023-06-09 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, nope, you were totally gonna say it," Milo teased, grinning. He seemed to take it in stride, pointing with feigned accusation with his remaining hand. "Be brave. Commit to that pun."
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[personal profile] pinandcove 2023-06-09 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Eh, just the same hundred brass as everyone else," he said, shrugging. "But now I got a way to make a little more than just the ol' stipend. Universal basic income is a beautiful thing, ain't it?"

He shrugged again as he considered the second question. "You got me there," he conceded. "Maybe if I look real cute I can ask the witch nicely not to hex my farm."
pinandcove: (wot)

[personal profile] pinandcove 2023-06-09 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh wow. Claws. Spooky. Milo could dig it. She sure did speak like she was older than she looked, though. ]

Well, you know. I figure something like this doesn't happen to just anyone, either. Maybe we're here to do something important. The way I figure, a shot at life is always worth it, even if it doesn't pan out.

[ He cracks a smile at her question. ]

Hell yeah, I do. Plus, I'm already meeting such interesting people.
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[personal profile] lickstheevidence 2023-06-09 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
He nods, because at least something is making sense. He's in the right place, and he's met the right person who can help him get settled. Those are big things for him right now.

"Okay, thank you, Dahlia." It's a nice name, a type of flower. At the thought, his HUD immediately pulls up a brief summary of information about it, scientific name, habitat, characteristics, and a photo of a dahlia. He considers telling her about it, but instead he closes the window and tries to smile pleasantly at her. It's not something he's practiced in, smiling, but it won't scare her off. Probably.

"I guess it's good that I'm not dead yet. And that you aren't, obviously," he hastens to add so she won't be offended. "That's right, I think? Where I came from is...very different from this place. I remember being shot, thinking I was going to shut down, and then..." He trails off, swiveling his head around to take in everything again. Scanning. Analyzing. His LED spins yellow as he processes the information.
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[personal profile] raisedbyfoxes 2023-06-09 10:39 am (UTC)(link)
You think we're here to do something important?

[ Ahri's eyes widen slightly; the idea hadn't occurred to her. ]

The man that guided me through town, he implied that the reason people were being brought here was to replace a dwindling population. He said... this was a place for people who needed somewhere to go. But who, or what force, pulled us here to begin with? What is that powerful?

[ She trails off, silent for a long moment, and then ducks her head, a tinge of sheepishness catching the edge of her expression. ]

Sorry. I'm thinking out loud. I... don't like not having answers. It's something I should be used to, and yet, here I am. Babbling.
lordoftheozarks: by gronckle @ij (disturbed)

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[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2023-06-09 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
What the--? Is that a human stepping in to rescue him? He appreciates the concern but this is just likely to get more messy now.

"Not to be ungrateful," he says as he swats another of those creatures away so hard it flings off into the woods, but you might want to stand back. I can handle this."
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Re: brutok

[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2023-06-09 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Erik is more alarmed by the fire, now. The noise of surprise he makes when the blue flames shoot into the midst of his battle with the nasty little creatures is an undignified yelp.

He regards her and her offered hand with warry suspicion as he pulls himself up to his full height (just an inch under her) again, brushing down the front of his shirt to remove some of the charred splinters the brutoks have left behind.
]

Thank you. Yes, they are rather like a thorn in one's side, aren't they? You seem to know their ways; do you know what they are called?
preacher_in_reticence: playby: Waleed Zuaiter (Neutral - Serious)

[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-09 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am happy to serve." Even if his expression hardly changes.

"Three things, to start with. Although two, I should hope you've already heard. Stay put of the forest and mind your step outside at night. We hardly know when the next curse begins and that should keep you out of the worst trouble. But thirdly, that it would be good to see you at Temple on Sunday morning."
preacher_in_reticence: playby: Waleed Zuaiter (Neutral - Listening)

[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-09 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"The Black Jade Sea, in fact. The marina used to be bustling with activity, merchants and visitors alike."

Degas pauses here, fingers combing through his beard in thought.

"About five years ago it became impossible for anyone to arrive and for anyone of us to leave. Our fisherman can still fish, but at a certain distance from shore they can travel no further. So it is curious that you arrived by boat now...Hmm." There's a few possibilities that come to mind, but he's a simple man, one of scripture rather than research. "Regardless, you are here now. What we can share with you in forms of food or fellowship, most of the villagers would be happy to provide."
preacher_in_reticence: playby: Waleed Zuaiter (Neutral - Listening)

[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-09 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"There are some who might consider it one of the rings of hell at times, but I assure you Pumpkin Hollow isn't, in fact, one of those rings." Not yet, anyways. The thought twists his smile with a shade of irony. If their current course doesn't change, he wonders if it could be one day.

Meeting her gaze with his own dark eyes, wrinkled with deep crows feet at their corner, Degas cants his head. "I'm afraid I haven't yet. That doesn't mean such a man hasn't arrived, of course. I assume he's a friend?"
worstorganplayer: (Default)

[personal profile] worstorganplayer 2023-06-09 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, don't worry, Pal, I've got no intention of going in the forest at all. I like bein' out at night back home, but I ain't gonna chance it much here. Temple, hmm...." Snakes ponders this. "I was never big on religion back home. What's the religion here?"
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[personal profile] worstorganplayer 2023-06-09 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is indeed," Snakes muses thoughtfully.

He smirks. "Only if nobody knows who did it, it sounds like you won't get much of a chance to ask."
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[personal profile] raisedbyfoxes 2023-06-09 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His touch is cold. Not the kind of cold that comes from standing out in the chill for too long, but the kind of bone deep cold of a body utterly lacking warmth. There's a look in his eye that not many would know -- but predators do tend to recognize each other.

She doesn't know what he's hunting for, or what he's hungry for, but she knows why he's in this forest. ]


They are called Brutok. And if you've caught their attention, I'm afraid you're in quite a bit of danger. I hear their victims are coming to quite the unpleasant end.

[ Ahri doesn't sound scared or nervous; rather, she mostly just sounds lightly amused. ]

And you, hunter? Have you been successful in catching your prey?
thethirteenthchild: (shock!)

[personal profile] thethirteenthchild 2023-06-09 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shut down...?" She furrowed her brow a bit, then looked at the light on his head and put two and two together. "Oh, I see. You're an automaton."
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[personal profile] itsjustabaddream 2023-06-09 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just a moment!"

The voice within carried the faint lilt of a faded English accent, coming from another room and accompanied by light clatter. The inhabitant revealed himself a moment later.

The front room of the cottage looked very much like someone tried to make their living room look like the waiting lobby of a doctor's office, which in all likelihood was exactly the case. The man coming out of the kitchen was small in stature with neatly kept black hair and round glasses perched in front of his gray-blue eyes. Heavy bags sat under his eyes but his demeanor was chipper as he dusted off his hands, which were apparently covered in flour. "Hello there! I apologize if I kept you waiting. I hadn't been expecting any clients and I seldom get walk-ins. How may I assist you?"
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She Sings Sea Shanties

[personal profile] apocryphalarchivist 2023-06-09 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ What a strange, horribly-timed thing to have happened.

Jon had already selected his career of choice, and quickly saw his way off the docks and into the ship, a stern expression that wasn't uncommon on his face set firmly in place as he considered his next steps. He had far too many important, pressing things to be dead, and he wasn't sure he believed this was death, either. He'd always been a skeptic, and this was no exception - he wasn't exactly buying that this wasn't some elaborate, supernatural ruse that he'd gotten tangled in.

There was only one way to find out, and it lied just outside the shore, where the fog hung heavy over the water.

His train of thought was derailed by the sound of footsteps, though, and with a furrowed brow in confusion, he peered into the cabin of the ship. He'd been told that there may be others to take on this line of work, but with the tone the council-workers had said it in, he had assumed that would be a resounding "unlikely." Yet, here was a woman, looking just slightly younger than he did, looking around the ship. And, looking decidedly out of place, at that. Not a coworker, he guessed - maybe just someone lost?

Better to lend her a hand so he could get back to sorting out those next steps of his. ]


Do you need something, ma'am?

[ His words were a bit more irritable and impatient than he really meant them to be, but old, unsociable attitudes died hard, it seemed. ]
pinandcove: (oh a lil flirty smile)

[personal profile] pinandcove 2023-06-09 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll keep my eyes peeled," he joked. "Name's Milo, by the way. Yourself?"
pinandcove: (wot)

[personal profile] pinandcove 2023-06-09 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Milo matched Link's pace as well, side-stepping with care. At the question, he raised his brows. ]

Yeah, actually. I just got here a couple days ago. Picked up farming. So far so good. How are you settling in? You look like you're kinda having fun.
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[personal profile] worstorganplayer 2023-06-09 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Snakes Tolliver," Snakes replied. The reason for that nickname in his world was an S shaped hypertrophic scar on his left cheek, the origin of which was known only to Snakes.
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[personal profile] sleepingswordsman 2023-06-09 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At the notion of having fun, Link couldn't help a grin. ]

Settling in hasn't been too bad. The inn is nice, and the people here are friendly, even if everything seems a little odd. The brutoks remind me a little bit of things we had back at home, though, so it's been helping me settle in. [ A pause with thought, and a curious look. ] How is farming going? It seems like it'd be complicated, trying to do it with an arm down.

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