A druid girl eh? maybe she could fix up your brain fog. And you were going to visit the shrines anyway right?

Huh, one of your eyes looks a bit funny, was it always like that?
Go check out the druid, pray at the shrines to thank the gods for your recovery.

Bockety in the head? you're also pretty much bockety in the head, go to the druid

Druid girl

Tio 2025/09/08(Mon)21:44 No. 1113628 ID: 1de1ba
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Should go to to shrine. Thank the gods for sparing my sight. Maybe see the druid girl.
One of my eyes is funny? That's, that's left from the Fog. I think. I can see, but the color shifts slightly.

I tell Brandubh. We walk north, through the gathering. Past a fancy house. Maybe that's the Dubhlochs'.

Near the shrine, it starts getting... foggy. Sky's clear. No rain. Look back. No fog. Just near the shrine.
Brandubh picks up confusion. "It's always foggy 'round here, lad. Otherworld's close by."

Tio 2025/09/08(Mon)21:44 No. 1113629 ID: 1de1ba
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At the boundary. A fountain, two hands: A gate elsewhere. Step forwards.

Tio 2025/09/08(Mon)21:47 No. 1113633 ID: 1de1ba
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Through the sacred falls. Vertigo. Air thickens. Scents shift.
Trees enveloped by blue and yellow flowers, great muraled stones, intricate fountains, a great timber shoots from the canopy - does it grow from the river?

Tio 2025/09/08(Mon)21:47 No. 1113634 ID: 1de1ba
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Brandubh's nose twitches. Noticed something. Smell of... paint? Leathermaking? He gri-
"Ah, just remembered, promised to help my wife's brother's niece's aunt with her kids today I'm sure she can help you gotta go!"
Wait wh- and he's dashed off!

Tio 2025/09/08(Mon)21:48 No. 1113635 ID: 1de1ba
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Ach that-! I don't even know where she might be! I'll just follow the bloody smell.

Tio 2025/09/08(Mon)21:48 No. 1113636 ID: 1de1ba
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Leads to many great, tall, round stones. Each muraled. Think they... I dunno. Paint scent gets stronger, a woman faintly within.
Get closer. Walk around. See someone.

Tail's notched. Fur's far too bleak. Hanging above, bones and preserved... something. Wordlessly works on the corpse of one below her. I... what?

Wait for her to talk, then ask if she wants to 'go to prom'.
Run if she says no.

No, no, no. She is doing it all wrong!

She is supposed to do the incision all the way from mouth to tail and afterwards divine the fate of the harvest with the entrails;
THEN she can pull out the fish skeleton and use it to make spooky dolls.

Here, show her how it's done.

Ah, Brandubh is squeamish.

Say hello. Observe respectfully.

Just approach and be polite. I'm sure there's a good reason for this butchery.

Is handling CADAVERS part of daily life? recall, ask what she is doing to that thing

Tio 2025/11/15(Sat)00:06 No. 1116953 ID: 1de1ba
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Rather focused, hasn't noticed me.
Can't just ask her out - her family's way above ours, and, and I don't even know her!

"nic Dubhloch?"
Twitches rigid.

Smerg 2025/11/15(Sat)00:07 No. 1116954 ID: 1de1ba
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What's... what's wrong with her eyes?

Smerg 2025/11/15(Sat)00:07 No. 1116955 ID: 1de1ba
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Jumps to her feet, snaps up her hood, hides hands in her oddly long robe.
"m-mac Corrdearg! Lea answers our. Prayers. Fog alone will Not capsize the ship yet I suspect memory remains adrift in one treading so long."

"I, uh, wanted to thank you and Lea for, for savin' me, yeah. You're right I don't remember much, but I was under so long your prayers must be all that kept me from drowning."

"Not only mine. Many came to speak for you. Mother, sister, brother. Farraigemhors. Dubhlochs. Like rays ferried Ronan to shore."
...who's Ronan?

"Well, if, if there's anything me or my family can do for you, please let me know."

"No. No the family debt has already been paid. And Put to use for guards of the green festival. Behold."

Smerg 2025/11/15(Sat)00:07 No. 1116956 ID: 1de1ba
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It's a dried husk of a... what's it called, a ray? Unfinished patterns of yellow and blue curves cross much of its body.
The sight saddens me, but I don't know why.

"A guardian. Our own. Guard of the grovewaters. Now a guard of spirits. Of iascull trees. Of Lutricalia."
"Sacred paints provided by your family. Sigils of protection. Thank you."

"Oh, uh, you're welcome."


Awkward silence.

Should I... ask her about something?

Duh! Ask her to go out with you to Lutricalia!

Ask about what she's drawing, what the imagery means. Take an interest in what she does

See if she can't tell you more about her paintings, might be a good way to learn more about her.

>>1116954
She's an albino. No pigment in her fur, thus it's white. Lack of pigment in the eyes allows the color of blood to show through, thus the pink color.

Ask her if she's thought of going to the Lutricalia festival.

Tio 2026/01/20(Tue)00:33 No. 1120248 ID: 1de1ba
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Thank you to OneTiredBear and Trashman for panels 1 and 2!
>>1117082
What's pink?


I peer at the symbol. A person and their child, I think.
"What's it represent?"

She perks up.
"A mother protecting her child, as a ray did young Ronan."
"Soon after Edrac married Lea, a beautiful birth to twins Ronan and Faolan. Erciachran, jealous of the joyful union, stole the children away, casting Ronan far west and Faolan far north."
"Ronan landed deep in the sea, floundering, far too young to swim. Fated to drown, had a great ray not surfaced and for days ferried him home, its tail fending off beasts who would do the pup harm."
"On their arrival Lea heard his cries and brought him home, but come the next day he cried anew and wouldn't stop until brought back to the coast."
"Every day, she would bring Ronan to the shore to see the ray, until she got so tired of making the trip she had Edrac teach it to breathe freshwater."
"The ray bolted upstream, and then on they were inseparable."

"As that ray guarded Ronan, as this ray guarded our waters, in death she shall guard the young's spirits."

"The spirits grow restless as the iascull trees renew. Lea's power brought forth. They speak to me. They warn. The clicking things From the depths. I have seen. Do not go to that gilded
ship It will bring us nothing b-"

Tio 2026/01/20(Tue)00:33 No. 1120249 ID: 1de1ba
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OW

Tio 2026/01/20(Tue)00:34 No. 1120250 ID: 1de1ba
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My eyes readjust - no, not my eyes. My nose. I see and I smell. So much.
Me. The trees. The ray. The paint. The faint trail of that thing. A terrible gold streak of anger on Fionnuir.

"WRETCHED! WRETCH! DEMON! DEMON FROM THE SPLITLIMB PIT! EDRAC SHALL DROWN YOUR CHILDREN AND LEA CLEAVE YOUR LAAAAAND"

Uh... what should I do...

What is that thing? Is it dangerous, should you kill it? Having heightened senses sounds really useful, even if it's just smell, so if it can be tamed then that would be best.

Tell her to calm down regardless, you're ok... so far. There could be other effects...

Ask her what the heck's going on

>>1120248
>What's pink?
There's a pink on your tongue. Or just dilute some blood in a bone bowl.

>>1120250
Grab spider, leave. She almost appeared wise, but if she's gonna be an otter-nationalist you're better off with anyone else.

>>1120248
>what's pink?
Light red. What colors are you familiar with?

hello hi i drew the 2nd panel

>>1120250
For one, don't worry about what 'pink' is
you wouldn't be able to see it owed to how your peoples' eyes work in seeing color.
Shake off your head aches, blow out the rest of the mucus in your nose,
and throw something at the creature that gave you the head aches to begin with!
Preferably a rock.

A vision perhaps? Wait another moment and see how things play out.

Just observe for now, let her (is it still the same person) handle the situation

Just observe for now, let her (is it still the same person) handle the situation

>>1120250
What was that!?
What did it do!?
Can we help!?

There's a monster about and she seems like she knows what she's doing. Trust her, and think fast.

Tio 2026/04/05(Sun)04:17 No. 1124562 ID: 1de1ba
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>>1120416
Head's spinning a tad. I think I just regained my sense of smell.
Overwhelmed me. Nowhere near as bad as earlier, least.

>>1120273
There's brown, yellow, green, blue, purple. White and black, gray. What else would there be?


The many-legged creature stares, unblinking. I know I've seen things like it, but... they're small. Not this large. Far too large. Overgrown.

Raises and waves its forelegs, rocks back and forth. Some strange dance.
Try to approach but it snap jumps into the bushes long before I close. Lost sight.
The scent trail lingers, smell yet not smell. Pressure without water.

Tio 2026/04/05(Sun)04:17 No. 1124563 ID: 1de1ba
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I turn back. She spits a final string of profanities at the creature.
Freezes. Eyes dart to me. Wide. Tremble. Smell of panic.

Then snaps back as if nothing happened. Silence.
Yellow remains.

"Are you alright?"
"I I- sorry Yes I sorry am Thank you Fine. Fine. Fine. I am fine. Are you?"
"Head hurts a bit. Smell's back, must've knocked loose the clogs in my nose. You got any clue what it was?"
"No. No. It came from the captured ship the docks would know I, I, no I don't I don't know. From the depths. Black. Nose aches."
"You want me to go after it?"
"N No. It, it's terrible, you don't, I , no. Don't touch it. It's fine you just recovered It's fine. Is there anything else you require?"

Okay then I guess her eyes are light purple. It's the same underlying cause- lack of the usual pigments. Often they lack pigment entirely which results in them being the same color as blood, whatever that is to you... but apparently purple and grey are possible colors as well.

>>1124563
Tell her it was nice meeting her.

You can decide to invite her or not after you've met other prospects.

>>1124563
Go after it anyway, I bet it leads to treasure.

> Is there anything else you require?
yeah, what are her plans for Lutricalia?

>>1124563
The druid is a kind, thoughtful woman. What's her name? I don't believe she mentioned it. We know it's Fionnuir but I don't know how we know that; it would be rude to just use it without asking.

More seriously, she mentioned something about a gilded ship bringing misfortune. We've heard that someone captured a ship full of treasures, and we remember a strange ship arriving the same day our Fog started, but the details are still blurry... does the druid think there might be amy connection here?

With all that's been happening to us recently, it feels safer to be around her. Has she got any plans for Lutricalia? Would she like to go with us?

Tio 2026/07/05(Sun)04:18 No. 1128969 ID: 1de1ba
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>>1124646
No, I - I can't ask her like that. Even if a bit off, family's way above ours, well-groomed, nice clothes, a druidess, somehow clean despite working with a corpse - she can probably even READ!

"No, nothing else. Thanks for helping fight the Fog. It was nice meeting you. Fionnuir, right?"
"Yes. Yes I. Am you are welcome, mac Corrdearg. Thank you for thanking. Us." She retreats into her robe, mumbling to no one in particular.

Smells a bit out of it. Leave before the awkward pauses can resume.

Tio 2026/07/05(Sun)04:18 No. 1128970 ID: 1de1ba
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Smell Brandubh near the entrance, seems he waited.
"There's the young courtier! Tell me, Edrachin - has she yet fallen to her knees, aghast, struck dumb by your roguish charms?"
"I- I was there to thank her!"
"Ah, 'course - that's what you smell like. Gratuity."
"Wait what?" Sniff at myself.
He keels over chittering.
"Oh, piss off!"
"Wrong liqui-"
"Whisht it, you bockety cod!"
"Yeah I'm cod, aaaaall the lasses wanna swallow some a' me!"
"Don't men eat cod too?"
Nearly falls laughing.

"Anyways, git, can we head to the docks?"
"Pfhaha - sure, sure, though it's the right opposite direction. Gonna take a bit."
Leave the shrineforest, start walking along the river.

"Why the docks?"
"The druid, she seemed a bit startled. Kept mentioning a 'gilded ship', something about it being bad luck."
"Well, wouldn't worry too much, she smells easy to spook. Probably just the ship granda and all the others caught, been the talk since they came in."
"What?"
"How d- oh, right, Fog had you under right after that, didn't it? He can tell it himself, if he's awake."

Through the town, smells start getting a bit overwhelming, so many people, feelings, things.

Tio 2026/07/05(Sun)04:19 No. 1128971 ID: 1de1ba
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Scents change passing from the town center into the iascull orchards. Wet, heavy, lush, organic.
We walk along the dikes, large, sturdy trees holding together the banks on the rushing river. Past each side grow dense rows of still firm, yet rather sagging-branched trees wrapped in waxy vines, surrounded by ferns, themselves encircled in canals packed with cattails and algae, bridged by narrow wooden rails, fish darting between reeds and insects buzzing about. Surely farmers go about its maintenance, but through such dense foliage they are barely seen.

In the distance, faint rumbling. Slowly approach the sound, crashing water, suddenly -

Tio 2026/07/05(Sun)04:19 No. 1128972 ID: 1de1ba
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...
It is... vast. Blue. Beautiful. The breeze, the scent:

Home.

"Beauty, isn't it? Never get tired of this."

...


"...how do we get down?"
"The stairs." _Smirk._ "Pulleys're off, broke yesterday."

Out of my fascination, I see some others bustling about a building on the cliff's edge. Repairing, complaining.

"Oh that reminds me, I have to repair the roof for mom good luck with that Tio bye say hi to granda for me!"
"Wh- AGAIN?" And he's off.

Closer look at the edge.
Long way down.
Seaside cliffs to the left and right, a small few skerries and islets scattered along.
Ships docked at the wharf below, at its end a strange one of black material, segments shining deep brown and yellow.

...seems I'll have a while to think. Anything before/while/instead of heading down? Try to recall something?

>>1128969
The problem isn't that she's above your challenge rating, it's that she's a racist nutjob. Ah, well.

>>1128972
You might want to consider building some guard-rails. Nothing fancy, just stick some rusted weapons in the ground and tie a few ropes across each pommel.

Recall if the stairs are safe, or if it's better to wait for the pullies to be repaired.

Try to recall a favorite spot down below, and how a trip down the stairs will do ya good.

>>1128969
Aw, she's blushing. I think she likes us! I hope we can meet her again some time.

>>1128970
>"Don't men eat cod too?"
If another man looked at Brandubh that way, I bet he'd take it as a compliment. Lots of guys are into that sort of thing. It's not like we haven't considered it. With our friend. Not our brother. I think.

Come to think of it, how is our seafaring buddy doing? How did we meet, and how is our relationship now? Any interesting stories we can recall?

Deep breaths, don't worry about a thing for now.

Just focus on your memories.

Try to recall your family, who they are, what you have lived with them, what they taught you.

This will also help you recall common knowledge and etiquette. Family takes priority, of course, but it all ties together.