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take it to the bank boys, i did this in one sitting, previously unheard with my distracted ass. do i know what those colors are doing? no. did i learn how to tree and landscape?also no. doesnt matter. i just churned this bad boy out

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Regale gave me a strange look. Laughing softly, I quickly say

“But that is just a feeling, dear friend! It is red and eerie! It is only natural to feel it ominous.
Perhaps it is a happy omen! For now, it is not known.

But, friend, I would like to know it”.

      Our peaceful valley is now beginning to sprout trees as we, worn from our pilgrimage, amble forward. Cheery laughter surrounds us on all sides as a slow mist rolls in. “I’ll take it from here, Shelf!” Puck, the mysterious Troubadour, appears before us, smaller in stature than I but much fuller of life. "That red star is a nuisance. I followed the familiars of our own Highlordess Ares as they looked for its source and I think I know where to go."
    What news! Here is where I would make introductions, and express my gladness; but among Regale and Puck, I find myself the odd man out and unable to speak. I am thinking much of the red star now, of its troublesome nature, and of Ares. I do not know when but in my inattentiveness, Regale has made his exit. The Highlordess’ familiars, who I recall the names being Phobos and Deimos (though I regret I do not know them apart), have both flanked Puck and I. The red star looms ahead; I don’t know when the forest rose so broad around us, but I now see fog and trees as clearly as the Star above.
    The sound of Puck takes me from my thoughts. "Come on, Nameless Pawn, let's go hunting for red stars!"
    He breaks into a fresh gallop, Phobos and Deimos close beside. Their fiery tails have altered my night’s eyes, and as I do not wish to find myself hung in a low limb like a deer, I keep at a trot with my head low and flat until the branches taunt me less. Puck looks back occasionally- how embarrassing! To be, compared to them, so much younger and yet seem so old and slow! How much more embarrassing to be caught in a tree? But now I am confident in my sight, so I break into a gallop to match, devouring the ground easily until I feel I am better in the group. I find myself thankful now to be tall, with long deer’s legs- I can keep up with Puck with long, easy strides.
    The forest seems to shift and change as we move forward. The dark, frightful night gives way to surreal flora. The trees begin to increase in size, and everything appears to be glowing. As I look around in awe, Puck breaks into a trot, then stops. I stop beside them. They cure my worries with a brief explanation; this is the Enchanted Forest. I do not understand the magics and histories here, and I have many questions about it. But one mystery at a time! “While we’ve stopped to talk,” Puck says, “why not consider hunting for more than stars?”
    I consider this for a moment. Why not, indeed? I may never chance to venture into this fantastical and strange woods again. Seeing its inhabitants may help me understand it that much more. The potential wasted time has me unsure, though. “What is more impressive than blemishes in the heavens?” I ask Puck. They smile knowingly, and I notice the cats did not stop with us, and have continued ahead. “You were studying the branches mighty hard earlier. I’m not surprised you didn't notice! Phobos and Deimos have continued ahead to find the nest”
    “Nest? Nest of what? What didn’t I notice earlier? I’m not sure birds would be a wise use of time-or a filling snack for any of us”
    “Not a bird. Or rather, not all bird. Tell me, have you ever hunted a griffin? She’s been making her rounds tonight” Puck seemed as if they had told a very funny joke and was waiting for me to catch on.
    “A griffin? Oh. I can’t say I’ve ever even seen one.” The idea of such a chimeric creature existing doesn’t seem impossible, but, as they say, seeing is believing. I begin asking Puck of the griffin’s nature- how it looks, and acts, and possibly too many other questions than Puck cared to be asked. After what was perhaps my fifteenth unique inquiry, Puck interrupted, saying “You’ll know when you see it! For now, let’s focus just on our plan. And here’s the plan! Phobos and Deimos are ahead. If perhaps the nest is found, and perhaps the griffin is nearby, it can be provoked into coming down. And then we swoop in!”
    --
    Having fought and bested the griffin (and in this I can not claim having done much, with such a lively and fierce trio with me), and feeling satisfied both in stomach and mind (here I must also add, the feline features seemed...distasteful, given the current group demographic, but, in truth, I find starvation to be much more distasteful) we once again start off at a steady clip. Finding myself alone with my thoughts, I wonder more about the Star; about the involvement of the Highlord and Highlordess, Regale and Puck, and my own involvement. It is a tale of caution. I am beginning to think it is perhaps not a happy omen, but, rather, a harbinger of things to come.

Horse(s) Pictured: 4159 Deo Volente , GH 5000 | Puck
Prompt(s) Shown: Prompt 2

stats
Full body +3
Simple BG +2
extra character (x3) +6
-
846 Words +4
extra character +2

total 17

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Ballator(s) Pictured: 4159 Deo Volente , GH 5000 | Puck
Item(s), Companions, and/or Rank: Rookie
Region: Enchanted Forest
Object Being hunted: Griffin
Link to Hunting Tracker: Pommatre's Tracker
Number of Words (if applicable): 846
Stat Count: 17

Ballator(s) Pictured: 4159 Deo Volente , GH 5000 | Puck
Item(s), Companions, and/or Rank: Rookie
Region: Enchanted Forest
Object Being hunted: Griffin
Link to Hunting Tracker: Puck's Tracker
Number of Words (if applicable): 846
Stat Count: 17

Description

take it to the bank boys, i did this in one sitting, previously unheard with my distracted ass. do i know what those colors are doing? no. did i learn how to tree and landscape?also no. doesnt matter. i just churned this bad boy out

Previous || Next

Regale gave me a strange look. Laughing softly, I quickly say

“But that is just a feeling, dear friend! It is red and eerie! It is only natural to feel it ominous.
Perhaps it is a happy omen! For now, it is not known.

But, friend, I would like to know it”.

      Our peaceful valley is now beginning to sprout trees as we, worn from our pilgrimage, amble forward. Cheery laughter surrounds us on all sides as a slow mist rolls in. “I’ll take it from here, Shelf!” Puck, the mysterious Troubadour, appears before us, smaller in stature than I but much fuller of life. "That red star is a nuisance. I followed the familiars of our own Highlordess Ares as they looked for its source and I think I know where to go."
    What news! Here is where I would make introductions, and express my gladness; but among Regale and Puck, I find myself the odd man out and unable to speak. I am thinking much of the red star now, of its troublesome nature, and of Ares. I do not know when but in my inattentiveness, Regale has made his exit. The Highlordess’ familiars, who I recall the names being Phobos and Deimos (though I regret I do not know them apart), have both flanked Puck and I. The red star looms ahead; I don’t know when the forest rose so broad around us, but I now see fog and trees as clearly as the Star above.
    The sound of Puck takes me from my thoughts. "Come on, Nameless Pawn, let's go hunting for red stars!"
    He breaks into a fresh gallop, Phobos and Deimos close beside. Their fiery tails have altered my night’s eyes, and as I do not wish to find myself hung in a low limb like a deer, I keep at a trot with my head low and flat until the branches taunt me less. Puck looks back occasionally- how embarrassing! To be, compared to them, so much younger and yet seem so old and slow! How much more embarrassing to be caught in a tree? But now I am confident in my sight, so I break into a gallop to match, devouring the ground easily until I feel I am better in the group. I find myself thankful now to be tall, with long deer’s legs- I can keep up with Puck with long, easy strides.
    The forest seems to shift and change as we move forward. The dark, frightful night gives way to surreal flora. The trees begin to increase in size, and everything appears to be glowing. As I look around in awe, Puck breaks into a trot, then stops. I stop beside them. They cure my worries with a brief explanation; this is the Enchanted Forest. I do not understand the magics and histories here, and I have many questions about it. But one mystery at a time! “While we’ve stopped to talk,” Puck says, “why not consider hunting for more than stars?”
    I consider this for a moment. Why not, indeed? I may never chance to venture into this fantastical and strange woods again. Seeing its inhabitants may help me understand it that much more. The potential wasted time has me unsure, though. “What is more impressive than blemishes in the heavens?” I ask Puck. They smile knowingly, and I notice the cats did not stop with us, and have continued ahead. “You were studying the branches mighty hard earlier. I’m not surprised you didn't notice! Phobos and Deimos have continued ahead to find the nest”
    “Nest? Nest of what? What didn’t I notice earlier? I’m not sure birds would be a wise use of time-or a filling snack for any of us”
    “Not a bird. Or rather, not all bird. Tell me, have you ever hunted a griffin? She’s been making her rounds tonight” Puck seemed as if they had told a very funny joke and was waiting for me to catch on.
    “A griffin? Oh. I can’t say I’ve ever even seen one.” The idea of such a chimeric creature existing doesn’t seem impossible, but, as they say, seeing is believing. I begin asking Puck of the griffin’s nature- how it looks, and acts, and possibly too many other questions than Puck cared to be asked. After what was perhaps my fifteenth unique inquiry, Puck interrupted, saying “You’ll know when you see it! For now, let’s focus just on our plan. And here’s the plan! Phobos and Deimos are ahead. If perhaps the nest is found, and perhaps the griffin is nearby, it can be provoked into coming down. And then we swoop in!”
    --
    Having fought and bested the griffin (and in this I can not claim having done much, with such a lively and fierce trio with me), and feeling satisfied both in stomach and mind (here I must also add, the feline features seemed...distasteful, given the current group demographic, but, in truth, I find starvation to be much more distasteful) we once again start off at a steady clip. Finding myself alone with my thoughts, I wonder more about the Star; about the involvement of the Highlord and Highlordess, Regale and Puck, and my own involvement. It is a tale of caution. I am beginning to think it is perhaps not a happy omen, but, rather, a harbinger of things to come.

Horse(s) Pictured: 4159 Deo Volente , GH 5000 | Puck
Prompt(s) Shown: Prompt 2

stats
Full body +3
Simple BG +2
extra character (x3) +6
-
846 Words +4
extra character +2

total 17

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Ballator(s) Pictured: 4159 Deo Volente , GH 5000 | Puck
Item(s), Companions, and/or Rank: Rookie
Region: Enchanted Forest
Object Being hunted: Griffin
Link to Hunting Tracker: Pommatre's Tracker
Number of Words (if applicable): 846
Stat Count: 17

Ballator(s) Pictured: 4159 Deo Volente , GH 5000 | Puck
Item(s), Companions, and/or Rank: Rookie
Region: Enchanted Forest
Object Being hunted: Griffin
Link to Hunting Tracker: Puck's Tracker
Number of Words (if applicable): 846
Stat Count: 17