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TDM #1 - The Vengeful Forest
Pumpkin Hollow Gazette
6/7/23 | TDM #1: "The Vengeful Forest"
Content Warnings: body horror mentioned, article 2
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
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
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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[He's confident he could have handled this problem on his own, but the help was unexpectedly polite coming from a fellow night creature. What else could she be but that?]
Not yet, no. These are not familiar hunting grounds. I'm still getting my bearings. Those twigs won't do, unfortunately.
What about you? Miss...? [Here, he's prompting for a name.] What brings you out at this hour?
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[ She hesitates, but what she's about to say isn't a secret, really, it's just personal. Still, she's recently been forced to acknowledge that, sometimes, sharing personal things can be okay. It can even develop into things like having friends. How strange. ]
I was given a room at The Oak & Iron, but I couldn't sleep. Sleeping indoors is too unfamiliar to me. So I thought I might see if this forest suited me better. How lucky I am that I encountered a friendly face.
[ She realizes the Brutoks have stopped squealing -- the three that she hit are dead, now, laying limp and burned on the forest floor. Ahri crouches down to get a closer look, curious. ]
I assume these won't sate your appetite. I'm not sure they have much of anything to eat, unless what you're really craving is wood.
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[But he is very much accustomed to luxury so you won't catch him sleeping outdoors if he does choose to sleep.
He's not terribly interested in those creatures so he stays standing and watching while she prods at them.]
No. I, being a vampire, require blood. I am hoping to come upon a deer or some other big game--something I can take from without it being necessary to kill.
[He doesn't require a lot of blood at his age and he hesitates to kill aggressively in this forest lest he disrupt or potentially deplete the population of game.]
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Ahri tilts her head, curious. ]
You survive on animals? I was not aware that was possible for a vampire.
[ If she was able to do the same thing... Ahri ruthlessly swallows down the twinge of guilt and wistfulness that thought produces. She raises herself to stand again, vulpine ears swiveling to catch the noises of any animals nearby. She can hear tiny woodland critters, and the far off steps of bigger prey, likely a deer. ]
Well, I'm already here, and there's strength in numbers against the Brutok. [ Ahri smiles, sly. ] May I accompany you in your hunt? I promise I can be quiet, and what you find is all yours.
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[He does not, as a general rule, force his bite on others. Since the Accords between vampires and humans was signed, and agreement has existed that Humans are not to be hurt or killed.]
You can accompany me if it pleases you. But first, I have told you what I am but you have not revealed your nature to me.
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Though she's been alive for over two centuries, Ahri hasn't met many vampires, if she's to tell the truth. Most of that is due to simply not living in civilization. But of the few she has met, they showed no reluctance to feed off of humans as they wished. But no, Erik actually wants consent before he drinks someone's blood, and from the sounds of it, he doesn't even want to bleed them dry.
He must have excellent self control. Ahri's jealous. ]
Mmm. I did hear something about a vampire outbreak a few years ago, here. People may be a little wary of them.
[ His question makes her smile, casting him a playful glance, tail curled in amusement. ]
Perhaps that's information that I don't give away freely. What would you guess I am?
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