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10/8/21

the beautiful sunset...Very Pretty Paleozoic Pals part 3 solo

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     The voice of a talkative Wet Grass Beast calls out to the party.

    "Come. Sit. Talk."

(photo i edited from the book)

    Steam rises from rain hitting the hot coals. But there's not a fire. There's a mound of mud, sticks and wet grass beyond the coals. It actually seems cozy. A few flowers are included.  

    Frogbroth's disconcerting white eyes lock with the figure that spoke. Their eyes are dead. 

    "I'm Sail-Gem." The tall permian throws brush on the coals. A fire starts to burn.
    "I love polkadots." Harpnoodler compliments Sail-Gem's bow tie.
    "Mmms. Yes. Thank you. You have a lovely shell. And you..." Sail-Gem nods to Frogbroth. "Is that a voidstar?"
    "Indeed Sail-Gem. I'd like to summon another tonight."
    "Have you heard of the pretty dig?" Sail-Gem asks, placing a pot on the fire. The flames don't seem to bother her as it clearly burns her flesh for a second. 
    "The pretty dig?" Harpnoodler holds a thin stone tablet and her eyes narrow on Sail-Gem. 
    "I knew a digger I did. From 'round up there. It's a hole... to the North. That's where I'm headed. I'd like to see them again."
    "Are you dead?"
    "I've never been so alive."
 
    Sail-Gem serves a bowl of stew that smells ripe to Frog and Harp. Harp heals 5 stamina from the meal and Frog offers her serving to Harp. Harp heals another 1 stamina. 

    Frogbroth leaves the fire and makes her way into Sail-Gem's brush tent bedroom. She blows out their candles and calls to the voidstar constellation. The spell fails and she feels betrayed. She calls her lone voidstar to her face and settles in for the night. The voidstar vibrates against her smooth skin. She calls upon the constellation of dead wisdom. Nothing happens. She cries clutching her ancestors toothed necklace until she falls asleep. 

    In the morning the party awakes on opposite sides of the brush tent. Frog looks over and harp and all she can see is her and slightest sound of snoring. Sail-Gem is nowhere to be found. The coals are still hot. There are tracks leading into the marsh east. 

    "Well that's where we're going too." Harpnoodler and Frogbrother hold each other as they walk eastward. 

    The rest of the day is a short, streamy rainstorm, then more sunshine. Frogbroth wishes she grabbed the flowers from Sail-Gem's camp.

    "We made it." Harpnoodler says, overlooking many streams that surround a village in the distance centered between two large orange hills. As the sun sets Harp winks at Frog. 

    Frogbroth lies down on some rocks near the stream and Harpnoodler levitates beside her. Harp lays a tentacle on Frog's hip but and Frog readjusts herself. Harpnoodler retreats her tentacle and they soak up the last bit of sun. 




10/4/21

"4pm and raining..." a Very Lonely but Pretty Paleozoic Pals part 2 solo


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    In the morning Frogbroth uses herbology again and fails. She loses 3 hours while Harpnoodler goes her own-way. (You can go your own way! 🎼)

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    The first hour Harp spends theorizing on how to find food. Instinctively thinking of marine prey. Her stone tablets, half-full of theories and musings reassure her she can get food. Even better if she doesn't have to spill blood. She spends a second hour and still finds no food. 

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    Harp stumbles across 2 Secodontosaurs taking a nap. They each have beautiful red sails on their backs with black splotches. Harp makes her way back to camp without finding food but remembers her name. Harp came from the sound her hood made. She withdraws her tentacles under her hood as she levitates to camp.


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    Once at camp and reunited Frog and Harp are silent. They begin to walk east. Along the trail they find wild tasty chutes to eat. Mid afternoon comes and there's nothing but sunshine and humid breeze. Frogbroth tells Harpnoodler of her dream. 

    💜

    "Gold Stone Island is North East."
    "But the plan was to find the village and buy friendship bracelets." 
    "Right but that would take longer. I mean it's an island in the biggest part of the river and you're marine."
    "We don't have fo-."
    "Food I know but we can fish there."
    "We don't even have any money."

    💚

    It's 3pm now.

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    During all this commotion 6 nearby Sphenecadon show up all hostile with a witch in their midst. 

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    The first enemy hits Harpnoodler. A second one attacks her and poor Harp is at 1 stamina. On Frogbroth's turn she bites one to death. She swallows and recovers 5 stamina. (end of round card appears twice in a row)

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    Frogbroth snatches one of Harp's tentacles.

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    Frogbroth drags Harp's body into the marshes. 

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4pm and raining...

    💞

    On the side of the trail Harp levitates over Frog.

    💜

    "We need to rest."

    

10/1/21

Very Lonely but Pretty Paleozoic Pals part 1 a solo game to hook you

    Harpnoodler, the Natural Philosopher Nautiloid was the bestest of friends with Frogbroth, the Fern Hag Dimetrodon. Neither one of them had any memories of their parents. The only memories they each possessed were of playing along one another's side in the Dimetrodon Marshlands. 

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    "You know what?" Harpnoodler asked under a starlit sky night on a beach in the marsh. 
    "What?" Said Frogbroth.
    "I want to find that nearby village and buy us real friendship bracelets."
    "But I like the one you made me." Frogbroth buried her back left ankle into the sand. Hiding the fact that the anklet Harpnoodler made her a few days before had been torn off her leg earlier this day.

    They left at dawn. They only knew it would be 3 days east along the marsh. 
    Almost immediately along the narrow trail they come across two Thrinaxodon wanderers that seem dissatisfied. They seem to be diggers for hire walking right towards Harpnoodler and Frogbroth. The Thrinaxodons are eyeing Harp and Frog up and down, looking at their belongings. 

    The Thrinaxodons pass mumbling to one another. Harp and Frog don't look back. Both Thrinaxodons grab Harpnoodler. Pinning her. They in-fact rolled a mighty blow against her. Harpnoodler attempts to use telekinesis to bash one with a rock but misses. Frogbroth gets a chance to bite one and she kills them, feeding for a moment. Harpnoodler breaks free and uses her weighted shell to crush the other one to death after struggling way too long.

    "I'm pretty hurt." 
    "No me."

    Harpnoodler hands a fish jerky to Frogbroth.
    "Come nightfall I'll call the voidstar," Says Frogbreath swallowing the last of her fish jerky.

    Their feet get sore...
    Harpnoodler says she's tired of walking and casts levitate.
    
    Eventually the trail leads them to a clearing. There are 8 statues in a circle. Each one is 5' tall. The Circle of statues is 50' wide. The statues look dark grey with alien (human) faces carved on them. In the center is armor made from Rubidgea hide (armour 1). 
    "Take it. It's yours" Harpnoodler says to Frogbroth.
    "Alright. This freaky. Lemme try to find some medicinal herbs."
    
    ...6 hours later they didn't find a single herb.

    "Sorry we'll have to do this sober." Sighs Frogbroth.

    It's dark now and there's footprints on the trail if anyone notices. Harpnoodler does as she levitates above them.

    "Let's call the voidstar here," Frogbroth whispers. A void melon appears in the paws of Frogbroth.
    "This did nothing! We need food!" Harp says as the void orb hovers 6' from the ground. "The foot tracks are headed north. We're going east."
    Harpnoodler levitates into the treetops and takes nest for the night. Frogbroth sweeps the brush under the trees with her snout, legs and tail. She circles herself a nest under the trees calling to the constellation of dead wisdom. It's successful.

    The voidstar vibrates and glides to Frogbroth's long spanning fan. It collides against it and rolls down to the tip of her tail. It levitates there and vibrates at the end of her tail. 
    The spirits of the marsh commune to Frogbroth as she sleeps... she dreams of her family history ashore Gold Stone Island and the waves beneath.