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Haven & Hearth |
There is light, and you find yourself surrounded by a vast and dark forest, with a path ahead of you stretching far off into some distant greenery. All around you, the land draws heavy breaths of wind, carrying with it scents of pine, and earth, and age. You feel light, almost floating, and yet strangely also heavier than you have ever felt before. Centuries are everywhere around, and within you. |
11/05/2024 18:04:36 |
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A Marriage of Light and Darkness |
It has been said that certain primordial, mystical, dualities of the Deep Magic will not come undone until at the End of Ages, when Hearthling is the wolf of Hearthling, and all hope is lost. Are you a man or a woman, spirit? The path ahead demands a choice. |
11/05/2024 18:04:37 |
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Wind & Fire |
You burn in the fire for what seems like an eternity, in unbearable pain singing through every fibre of your body, convulsing in darkness and flame, and it is with relief that you then suddenly sense the quite different note of a cool breeze, somewhere high above and beyond the fire and the pain. The breeze grows softly stronger, soothing your charred skin, and cooling the rage around you. Before long, there is only the wind. |
11/05/2024 18:04:37 |
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Buzzkill |
The distant buzzing quickly fades, as if some strange spell animating the cavernous hive around you, presumably emanating from the beast dead before your feet, had shattered and dissipated with the last fall of your blade. The Queen is dead! |
11/05/2024 18:04:37 |
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Heave-ho! |
Boom! You ripped that thing right off of the ground! It never stood a chance! |
11/05/2024 18:04:37 |
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Things Piling Up |
You quietly think to yourself that all of cultured life is one long quest in pursuit of piling one thing ontop of another. |
11/05/2024 18:04:38 |
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Quenching Thirst |
You drink deep and greedily in full, dank, draughts, as visions of mist and Huldra dance within the theatre of your mind's eye. Only rarely have you, in hindsight, ever felt this thirsty, and having quenched that thirst now leaves you feeling unusually alive. For the briefest moment the road ahead seems clear. |
11/05/2024 18:04:38 |
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A Great Hall |
A Great Hall towers in the distance before you, and all around you are signs of a thousand battles. Your spirit has many roads ahead of it still, but this flesh has reached the end of its road here, in the Hall of the Gods. Feast and do battle until the End of All Times, brave Hearthling! |
11/05/2024 18:04:38 |
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New Land |
A feeling of mixed excitement and trepidation comes over you as you stand here, by this edge between two lands, waiting to cross. |
11/05/2024 18:04:38 |
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Treading Grass |
A patch of grass brushes against your feet, touching them with dew and damp. It tickles, reminding you of childhood joys, as a smile radiates out across your lips, and further on and away toward a universe which you in this moment know could not know evil. |
11/05/2024 18:04:38 |
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Spring Air |
Spring is in the air, and everywhere there are the in-winter-forgotten sounds of buzzing, crawling, growing, and dripping, soft at first, but increasing in intensity with every day that passes. Praise be to those kind fortunes who set the Hearth in bloom with another year. |
11/05/2024 18:04:39 |
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Dawn on the Mountain |
Far away in the distant horizon, a great fiery orb rises in the sky, casting its warming light over the cold and age of the mountain. The view from here is breathtaking. |
11/05/2024 18:04:39 |
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Summit of the Mountain |
High above you, cold, unforgiving, and eternal, rises a tall peak of the mountain, grasping after even the clouds and stars themselves. |
11/05/2024 18:04:40 |
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View of the Caldera |
A pressing heat, the likes of which you have rarely felt, bears down on you as you gaze out over a terrifying vista of raging fire and the blood of the Hearth boiling. The Caldera of this Volcano is a spectacular sight. |
11/05/2024 18:04:40 |
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The Symbel |
It is not every meal that feels like a grand banquet held in a well-lit Hall, in the company of Kings, to symphonies of blowing horns and roaring fires, flowing with mead, but this one does. |
11/05/2024 18:04:41 |
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Leaping Free |
Time pauses and leaves you suspended mid-air, a fly trapped in the amber of time, and for a lifetime passed in the wink of an eye, you hang there from nothing, in defiant conquest of time and space. The thunder of the world surging back into motion is deafening. |
11/05/2024 18:04:41 |
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Mistle Kiss |
You lean in, drawing wafting breaths of Mistle, and of another soul near yours, and... |
11/05/2024 18:04:41 |
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Striking the Root |
Well, that took some doing, but you finally managed to untangle those darn roots, and get that thing out of the ground. Now for what to make of it... |
11/05/2024 18:04:42 |
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Timber! |
With your final whack of the hatchet, the tree comes crashing down in a flurrious cascade of twig and branch. Your sense of satisfaction is complete. |
11/05/2024 18:04:42 |
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By Weeping Willows |
Why does Old Man Willow weep? In longing for youth and friends bygone, or in sadness at the touch of an axe or an ill wind? Beyond the rustling of leaves you can, in any event, swear that you heard him sobbing. |
11/05/2024 18:04:42 |
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Heart of the Woods |
A slow, thumping, beat, pulsating with the age of the forest around you, reveals a Heart of the Wood over yonder. |
11/05/2024 18:04:43 |
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Ancient Windthrow |
Sometime, in the great old beginnings, when the Old Gods were still young, free, and wild, a mighty tree did here come crashing down. Now there is only shade, and damp, and the slow decay of ages. You have found an Ancient Windthrow. |
11/05/2024 18:04:43 |
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Planting for the Future |
You pad the sapling gently with the moist of the soil, and can, for the brief flash of an instant, see the entire future of this plant, from now to mighty timber, laid out before you, and your act of planting it suddenly seems laden with portent. |
11/05/2024 18:04:43 |
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Well Wishing |
The bucket rattles down to bluer fathoms below, and, as it does, the sublime beauty of the world around you suddenly occurs to you. Your heart takes the opportunity to make a secret wish. |
11/05/2024 18:04:43 |
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Headwaters |
The river winds, on and on, and up and away. Whether you have followed the river here, or whether you stumbled upon it, you have nevertheless discovered its source here at these Headwaters. From this spring the river is continously made anew. |
11/05/2024 18:04:44 |
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Jotun Mussel |
Cast out before you as if by some Jotun hand lies an entish Mussel, glittering in the sun, and tattling tales of secret treasure. |
11/05/2024 18:04:44 |
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Ice Spire |
Before you a gleaming spike of ice and silver rises toward the heavens, refractured with the cool of the snow and the mountain, sparkling like a million diamonds in the sun. You have found an Ice Spire. |
11/05/2024 18:04:44 |
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Kelp Island |
Glistening in the briny foam yonder lies a reeking, green mass of tangled kelp, afloat in the ocean, drifting with the winds and currents. |
11/05/2024 18:04:44 |
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Rock Crystal |
A gleaming wonder of the natural world appears, refracting worlds within worlds within its crystal, and chiming deep, pure, notes. |
11/05/2024 18:04:45 |
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Clay Pit |
A peculiar, slow, bubbling, combined with a light reek of moisture, decaying matter, and earth, reveals the unmistakable presence of a Clay Pit. |
11/05/2024 18:04:45 |
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Tarpit |
A bubbling of muck, the coaly smell of pitch, and the sight of bones, whitening in the sun, tells of a natural Tarpit ahead. |
11/05/2024 18:04:45 |
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The Mother Lode |
As the dust settles you suddenly see it, gleaming like some long forgotten treasure in the dark. You've struck an ore vein. |
11/05/2024 18:04:45 |
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Natural Gallery |
Your axe suddenly bites into nothing but the damp of long-trapped air, as a final plunge to the rock crumbles a thin wall, and reveals a natural cave gallery, stretching some ways into the darkness ahead. |
11/05/2024 18:04:46 |
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Spelunking |
You've entered a cave, and the light from the outside now grows fainter as you delve deeper into it. The cave appears to stretch on for some distance into the pitch. Your sense of excitement tingles, as a light breeze from within the recesses of the mountain touches your cheek, carrying with it a faint, pungent scent of mushrooms and cavebulbs. |
11/05/2024 18:04:46 |
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Caving in |
You pass a bend in the road, and then suddenly there it is: A mysterious cave entrance peeking out from behind a tree. Your sense of adventure and the curious is tingled. Will you cave in? |
11/05/2024 18:04:46 |
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Great Cave Organ |
Sombre, haunting notes echo within the bellows of this colossal, stalagmite structure of these cavernous underworlds, as ill fumes spew forth from below. Who knows what secret pathways connect it to the deeper core of the Hearth? |
11/05/2024 18:04:46 |
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Abyssal Chasm |
There is a draft, quite cool, from lower recesses, and it is only a faint echo from below which prevents you from suddenly tumbling headfirst down the scar on the world which now stretches out before you. You have found an Abyssal Chasm, and from it blow ill winds. |
11/05/2024 18:04:46 |
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Striking the Earth |
You raise your shovel and strike, strike the earth. Dirt flies everywhere and a strong, numinous sense of good omens concerning the project comes over you. The gods smile at your ambitions. |
11/05/2024 18:04:47 |
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Fish Moon |
The moon stands high, and you are giddy in the perfect knowledge that fish are out in force tonight. This is going to be good. |
11/05/2024 18:04:47 |
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Catch in the Net |
You struggle to reel in the net, heavy as it is, splashing with the shimmering silver of a grand haul. |
11/05/2024 18:04:47 |
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Mandrake's Shriek |
Chillingly your blood freezes as a howl as if from some midnight-haunting banshee pierces the dark. The root in your hand has come alive in the moonlight, and darts away from you before you have time to react. |
11/05/2024 18:04:47 |
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Geyser |
A furiously bubbling cauldron, steaming with brimstone and possibility, stands before you. |
11/05/2024 18:04:47 |
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Salt Basin |
Before you stands a pool reflecting the white gold of pure salt, in hues of blue. You have found a natural Salt Basin. |
11/05/2024 18:04:48 |
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Falling Star |
A red star, dying in a final glory wreathed in flames, races across the firmament of the Hearth. Perhaps you could find it when it tumbles to the Hearth? |
11/05/2024 18:04:48 |
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Lilypad Lotus |
A sweet scent on the wind, with notes of nectar, summer, and wild honey, is noticeable long before the floral glory of the Lilypad Lotus itself. |
11/05/2024 18:04:48 |
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Fairy Stone |
Ahead lies a reminiscence of dances past, 'neath solstice and full moon, around some ancient stone, laden with magyckal import. A smell of fungi lingers, where tiny feet once trod the ground. |
11/05/2024 18:04:48 |
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Familiar Face |
Far, deep down in the blue fathoms, you notice a familiar face looking back at you. A soft smile spreads out across the face of the stranger recognized, and there is calm. You hear sounds of water. |
11/05/2024 18:04:48 |
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Watercraft |
It is with a sense of bold adventure that you plunge your craft into the water, and ready yourself to board. |
11/05/2024 18:04:49 |
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The Tables Have Turned |
You set the table down with a thud, sending a cascade of long undisturbed dust and cobwebs in a spray through the air, as vain hope suddenly turns established fact: The tables have turned. |
11/05/2024 18:04:49 |
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Dawn Breaking |
They say that the night is always at its darkest just before dawn, and never was this more true than this morning, as the sun rises in unusual splendor over the horizons, burning away any lingering shadows of the night. This fast breaking dawn is truly spectacular. |
11/05/2024 18:04:49 |
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A Camp in the Woods |
The land feels old here, yet strangely welcoming. Around you are the sounds of the forest, and a stillness of ages. It's quite a nice camp you've got going. |
11/05/2024 18:04:49 |
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Sensing the Beast |
You suddenly freeze at a muffled noise in the distance. Up-ahead stands a majestic beast, in a defiant stride of wilderness triumphant, caring not for the ways of Hearthlings. Nature is amazing. |
11/05/2024 18:04:50 |
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Fashioned with Love |
You know that you at some point may have to part with this thing that you made, and that's fine, but for now, for this once, you stand in silent, humble, marvel at the simple perfection here sprung forth from your hands. |
11/05/2024 18:04:50 |
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Fragrance of Flowers |
The air here carries a breath of sweet perfume, and you feel the fullness of life pulsating everywhere around you, draped in a note of divine simplicity. |
11/05/2024 18:04:50 |
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Pounding Metal |
It is a very special feeling that, pounding metal to form by hammer and muscle. The metallic reverb of your rhythm rings out far and wide. |
11/05/2024 18:04:50 |
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Letting go of your Dream |
You open your hand just slightly, and suddenly it's gone in a puff of pink and sugar. Perhaps you threw it away. Perhaps you just dropped it. Perhaps you gave it to the world. Either way you let go of your beautiful dream, and it is now gone. |
11/05/2024 18:04:51 |
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Mixing up the Medicine |
There is a sublime smell, pungent, with creamy notes, as if from onion or poppy, arising from the poultice before you, in reminder of the selfless joys of the healer's calling. |
11/05/2024 18:04:51 |
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Monster in the Cellar |
The darker corners of this place can be ominously frightening sometimes. There's that frantic clawing from within the walls, and just now you can swear that you saw something large, with ravenous red eyes, skulking in the pitch. |
11/05/2024 18:04:51 |
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The Carving of Runes |
As the dust settles, the runes you carved glow back at you in the terrifying red of blood and fire. Vandals and the accidents of decay willing, your message will linger here until the Hearth is rent asunder. |
11/05/2024 18:04:51 |
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Having a Seat |
It is nice to rest your weary bones from time to time. It is nice to lay down your burdens. It is nice to have a seat. |
11/05/2024 18:04:51 |
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Laying Old Bones to Rest |
It is in sombre rememberance of the finalities of death and passing that you watch, as old bones are laid to rest, now consigned forever to the quiet of a cold tomb, and of eternity. |
11/05/2024 18:04:52 |
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Grave Flowers |
With a heavy heart you place your flowers at the door of the crypt and final resting place of a Hearthling now quickly fading from memory, in defiant offering to time, death, and decay. |
11/05/2024 18:04:52 |
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Driving out the Darkness |
The light rushes out into every nook and cranny around you, driving off shadows and darkness further into hidden recesses, and revealing ever new possibilities everywhere around you. |
11/05/2024 18:04:52 |
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Carrying Light |
You hold the flame gasping between your cupped hands, shielded from a light breeze, and wafting like silk. In the world around and beyond you, cold and darkness linger, ever encroaching upon the houses of light and life. This moment will not last forever, but for now you carry warmth into the world where you tread. It is a rare thing for a Firebrand to last this long. |
11/05/2024 18:04:52 |
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Roaring Fire |
You are at the end of your efforts when, from crooked tinder set before you, there suddenly leaps, born of a single spark, a mighty Worm of flames blazing, wrapped in manes of soot and crimson. Writhing and twisting he roars and hisses, before finally disappearing down into the captivity of his lumbered prison. The odor of a single, singed hair will linger for hours. |
11/05/2024 18:04:53 |
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Freshly Baked |
The sweet smell of freshly baked bread wafts against you from the still warm oven. Truly wonderful. |
11/05/2024 18:04:53 |
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Soot, Cogs & Fire |
There is an acrid taste in the air here, and black particles dance in hot furnace drafts, and the heavy sighs of bellows. Somewhere far off you can hear the clattering of cogs, and everywhere around you is the pressing heat of a hundred coal fires. |
11/05/2024 18:04:53 |
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Nuggets of Wisdom |
In the writhing of molten metal before you, you see woven the threads of distant futures and near pasts, reflected in the pure magic of fire. Clearly nuggets of wisdom, those! |
11/05/2024 18:04:53 |
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Pricked by the Spindle |
It is like a fairy tale of unraveling thread, and more pain than you had honestly expected, as a red droplet bleeds out where you, just now, pricked yourself on the spindle. Ouch! |
11/05/2024 18:04:54 |
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Coral Reef |
The cry of Seagulls, the spray of ocean salt, and the unmistakable scent of seafood on the air, precedes the lookout's cry, announcing a Coral Reef sighted o'er yonder. |
11/05/2024 18:04:54 |
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Sowing Time |
With a light heart you lighten your burden, and give unto the field all that which same shall soon be given back from it in turn. The exchange leaving you both the richer. |
11/05/2024 18:04:54 |
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In Golden Fields |
Everywhere around you are golden stands of grain, ripe for the harvest, glowing in the sun, and scenting the winds with hints of grass and soil. These fields are truly a sight to behold, and the labors ahead of you seem lessened by their glory. |
11/05/2024 18:04:54 |
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Drawing Blood |
You plunge the sharp end of your tool deep into the carcass lying prone in front of you, and draw from it a steaming gush of blood. Something profound, something concerning the cyclicity of life, and the eternal return, briefly occurs to you, but you soon shake it off and return to the sanguine task ahead of you. |
11/05/2024 18:04:55 |
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Setting the Vats |
Is it just you, or are you always the one left doing this? It reeks to the High Havens, the stuff seems to seep into every pore of your being, and, frankly, its heavy, and if you had a gold pebble for every bucket you've dropped... |
11/05/2024 18:04:55 |
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Anthill Rising |
Out from the ground before you rises a grim tower of pine needles and earth, where an endless brood of ants must have toiled since before the dawn of time, digging their winding tunnels down to the very roots of the world. Who knows what ancient horrors lurk inside? |
11/05/2024 18:04:55 |
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Touch of Silk |
You let the fibers of the material flow through your fingers like a rapid stream, almost frictionless. There is a slight cool note in the touch, but otherwise there is only the softness of a summer cloud, in this touch of silk. |
11/05/2024 18:04:55 |
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Udder Shudder |
As you sit down to draw milk, an eerie, if not entirely unpleasant, feeling comes over you. You feel close to the animal, and to the world around you. |
11/05/2024 18:04:56 |
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Say Cheese |
As you draw along the edge of the tray, the soft, salt and briny smell of fresh cut cheese plays sensually in your nostrils. You smile in simple delight. |
11/05/2024 18:04:56 |
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Truffle Unearthed |
Suddenly it lays bare and unearthed before you, dreaming in thick, earthy tones, the prize sought: A piece of fine truffle. You tremble with joy, excitement, and the intense musk of 'shroom. |
11/05/2024 18:04:56 |
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Crashing Through the Forest |
An otherworldly presence, squirming roots and shaking aspen, seemingly bending the natural world around the path it cuts, comes crashing through the foliage in a most sublime spectacle. |
11/05/2024 18:04:56 |
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Last Screech of the Night Queen |
You saw the Night Queen fall, and you heard her last cry out of anguish, booming through those vast, dark halls where her endless brood lay slaughtered in cold blood before your trampling feet, and the chill now haunts you to your dying breath. |
11/05/2024 18:04:57 |
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Guano Pile |
The buzzing of countless flies, along with the chirping of almost as many bats, and a deep, putrid reek of feces, can only mean one thing: You have found a sizeable Guano Pile. |
11/05/2024 18:04:57 |
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Swan Lake |
The spark of a soft tremor leaps across the fabric of reality, as a majestic apparition, in ghostly white, glides over waters yonder. |
11/05/2024 18:04:57 |
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Stalagoomba's Dance |
You're not sure if it's because you have been eating mushrooms, but distantly you can swear you hear the beating of rhythmic drums, as a conga line of Stalagoombas dance past. |
11/05/2024 18:04:57 |
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Fall of the Beaver King |
You saw the Beaver King fall, his throne overturned, his crown stolen away and disappeared, and you remember the lesson well. |
11/05/2024 18:04:57 |
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Bee Tree |
A thunderous humming as if from a thousand tiny cogs rises to a deafening crescendo, culminating in a blast shattering the tree in front of you, revealing the full depth of the infestation. The tree before you was always more bee, than tree. |
11/05/2024 18:04:58 |
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Thar She Blows |
Far in the distance you see it, sublime, moving graciously through the waters, betraying nothing of its immensity against a backdrop lacking every reference for size. Hail, great Leviathan of the endless fathoms! |
11/05/2024 18:04:58 |
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Gate Between Worlds |
A gate stands complete before you, which was not here before, and what was before only outside, now also knows of an inside. A sublime sense of shifting spatiality comes over you, and when it leaves, only the gate remains. |
11/05/2024 18:04:58 |
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Nidbane's Shadow |
An ill wind sweeps in with the vengeful shadow of a Nidbane approaching. The Nidbanes are vengeful spirits summoned to carry vengeance to those who have broken the Hearthlaw, on behalf of the wronged. |
11/05/2024 18:04:58 |
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Great Thingwall |
Ancient custom holds that Hearthings may only be convened in those places noumenal where the Old Gods, in time before time, planted a mighty oak by a table of stone. A Thingwall stands before you, and you now heed its beck and call. |
11/05/2024 18:04:58 |
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Irminsul |
In a clearing before you stands a dark, brooding tree, covered in smears of blood, as if from some profane rite. |
11/05/2024 18:04:59 |
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Monolith |
A tall pillar of solid, singular, stone rises before you, covered in blood, whether from Hearthling or beast, laden with portent. |
11/05/2024 18:04:59 |
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Omen of Ruin |
A dark sense of foreboding fills the air of every living place under the Hearth. Somewhere in the world, foul incantations of ruin are being spoken, and if the ritual currently taking place is not prevented, the Hearth will come to ruin, perhaps to be reborn. |
11/05/2024 18:04:59 |
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Conversant Boulder |
An eerie feeling creeps over you as it slowly begins to dawn on you that the personage you have been searching for is none other than that old boulder now lying supinely before you, counting clouds, stars, and years. You can hear its whisper everywhere around you. |
11/05/2024 18:04:59 |
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A Talking Tree |
For some reason some power higher than yourself has compelled you to seek out this tree, and it is to your great amazement that you hear -- directionless, as if in echo from everywhere and nowhere -- it speak to you in a soft, seductive voice. Perhaps it desires something? |
11/05/2024 18:05:00 |
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Chanting 'Shroom |
For some time you have heard a droning chant somewhere far in the back of your mind, and it is only now, standing before this giant cave mushroom, that you get the sudden realization that the sound is actually real, and emanating from it. A deep voice, old with the ages of the cave around you, speaks to you. |
11/05/2024 18:05:00 |
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Sundering the Hill |
You saw the God Empress fall, and heard the crackling of her eggs trampled under your feet. You were there when a great House of Antdom was forever extinguished, and the ancient hill it built sundered. |
11/05/2024 18:05:00 |
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Mighty Grove |
The trees stand tall and uniform around you, as if all sprouted from one, singular, seed. There is a sweet scent on the air, and the cool of the shade from a thousand leaves, leaves inescapable the conclusion: You are standing in a Mighty Grove. |
11/05/2024 18:05:01 |
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Star Shard |
All around you the cavernous expanse suddenly bathes in an ethereal glow, emanating from the strange object before you. In time before time, when the old gods struck the heavenly anvil, forging the Heavens, this shard of a falling star fell to the Hearth. You know in your Hearth of Hearths that you are the first to lay eyes upon it since its fall. |
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