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original level stats ✧ level 5 (300/650)
new level stats ➔ level 6 (029/800) --
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• • • • • • x 10% hunger for the patrol
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new level stats ➔ level 6 (029/800) --
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• • • • • • x 10% hunger for the patrol
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- as if a lone firefly enthralled by the starless night, luminated with charm and the allure of a sleepless night brimming with midnight thoughts… it was like a daydream. one revolving like blossoming nebulas unfurling upon twilight and its wondrous canvas - one that revolved around him and a pair of strangers.
roses and rot.
rot and roses.
two in the same.
something so sweet and enthralling, something forever intertwined with the reek of the earth and death. death. the very aura of it was clung to the strangers. it was… it was unlike anything she had ever imagined. witnessed.
roses.
porcelain features loomed in the fading serenity of reality, strikingly flawless… a glimpse of near perfect apart from a scar… one still as rosy as a blushing bride. and it was fresh - ragged as it wandered down the stranger’s delicate frame. petite and amply round, he remained close to his counterpart, grin matching the charm of oakspeck’s.
and rot.
“oh.. darling…” a sickeningly sweet drawl in the hush, tawny eyes fluttered… mocking innocence reflected upon the sharp angles of her features. the reek of the earth looming close along with the fragrance of wilting roses as she wandered, leaving behind the scattered remains of her victims. “he’s so awfully polite… isn’t he?”
(+1fp [scraps], +1fp [scraps], +2exp)
“can you hear that? that please?” porcelain features contorted into a sneer as the stranger staggered back, barely holding back a snort of laughter. “these two sound awfully desperate… don’t they, lucinda?”
a poison sugared with curses, her laughter was one belonging to the thirteenth enchantress of death. of a witch. “augh - their desperation is [i]killing me.” her cackle was deafening. “well… we’ll be back, my desperate loves!”
she paused. “perhaps you’d like a badger to deal with in the meantime?”
and before the two lovers could utter a word, the stench of roses and rot was gone… replaced with the reek of musk and withered blossoms.
(+1 chamomile, +1 catchweed, +2exp, oh no! a badger has been scented on the border! does the patrol confront or ignore it?)
you levelled up!+3 FP, +3 Herbs, +1 Star's Blessing, +1 Boon Of Fertility, +100 SD <3
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writing exp ✧ 15 expxxfood exp ✧ 02 exp---
added exp ✧ 350expxxherb exp ✧ 02 exp---
event exp ✧ 00 exp-xxpatrol exp ✧ 10 exp-
opt-in exp ✧ yes/no xxtotal exp ✧ 379exp
added exp ✧ 350expxxherb exp ✧ 02 exp---
event exp ✧ 00 exp-xxpatrol exp ✧ 10 exp-
opt-in exp ✧ yes/no xxtotal exp ✧ 379exp
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fp earned ✧ +2fp─
items earned ✧ +0
• [n/a herb earned]
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items earned ✧ +0
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herbs earned ✧ +2
• +1 chamomile ──
• +1 catchweed ──
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• +1 chamomile ──
• +1 catchweed ──
• [n/a herb earned]

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