Tio 2025/05/31(Sat)17:38 No. 1108951 ID: 1de1ba
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"Here lad, two huff very early iascull. You're lucky we live so far south, these'd not even start growing for another week further up!"
Out of breath. Must've jogge- these smell like the most delicious thing I have ever encountered in my life.

(Ask more questions, see the village, something else - up to y'all.)

Do you hear voices?
Prophecy.

Go for that walk. Should you have a guide?

while walking review what you know, which is hopefully not a short list.

>>1108951
consume

>>1108951
Well yeah its the only food you have ever smelled it wins by default! Hmmm also why is everything non living grey

Where is my other half? Where is my lovely sweetclam? My salmon-dinner partner? My buouy in high water, and other otter endearment terms?

Tio 2025/06/10(Tue)17:20 No. 1109409 ID: 1de1ba
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Prophecy? Voices? No, not really.

I grab the fruits, sit, and nearly shove it into my mouth, before remembering I should split them open first.
Soft and oily, almost fishlike. Delicious.
"There's the Tio I know" Bran slaps my shoulder. "He can't ever get enough of those!"

Mom sits next to me, arm around my shoulder.
"Now, dear, it'll do you some good to get back on your feet. If you're still a bit fuzzy, we're in the middle of the village, right near the river. Upstream's the river-gathering and shrines, downstream's the farms, then the cliffs, down to the harbor. The tavern's right nearby just that way, and we've paid our labor tab to them for a good few weeks in case you're still hungry."

Brandubh chimes in.
"I'll go with him, make sure he doesn't trip off the cliffs."

I head out.

Tio 2025/06/10(Tue)17:27 No. 1109413 ID: 1de1ba
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Weather's... unremarkable. Overcast. Wet, but not raining. Smells like spring: grass and early flowers.
Tiny bits come back to me. A strange ship arrived the day I got sick. Brandubh's family lives down near the farms. I was... looking forward to Lutricalia, yet anxious. Can't remember why.
Everything still feels unreal. Not sure where I should hea-
>"Where is my lovely sweetclam"

Tio 2025/06/10(Tue)17:27 No. 1109414 ID: 1de1ba
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I DON'T HAVE A DATE FOR LUTRICALIA I'M GONNA BE ALONE EVERYONE WILL THINK I'M A LOSER AAAAAAAAA WHAT DO I DO

Try dating from the Fog!

Got any friends you can bribe to act as your date?

Turn to Bran in a panic and ask if there's anyone single in town.

You are a Celt and an otter. You must do the most Celt otter thing of all: swim whimsically around the underwater stone circle to woo a mate.

And sacrifice a goat.

>>1109414
You just came out of a near-blinding Fog, I think that's a good excuse.

Tio 2025/06/17(Tue)14:07 No. 1109783 ID: 1de1ba
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I throw my hands on him "BRAN THE FOG KEPT ME OUT SO LONG I DON'T HAVE A DATE FOR LUTRICALIA EVERYONE'S GONNA MAKE FUN OF ME I DON'T WANNA BE A LONE DATELESS LOSER PLEASE ARE THERE ANY GIRLS LEFT ARE ALL THE GIRLS GONE IS THERE A GIRL DROUGHT"
Pushes my hands off, puts his hands on my shoulders.
Feels nice. Helps me think.

Tio 2025/06/17(Tue)14:07 No. 1109784 ID: 1de1ba
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What's a Celt? I'm from, I... I'm a... a Dobhar. That's it. Coastal Dobhar. We're north of a, a red swamp. I think. Southernmost part of our lands.

Goat? Aren't those those people that live north of, uh... that place way east, it's past... whatever's between here and there.
I don't think I should sacrifice one, the gods wouldn't appreciate that. They haven't harmed us. I think. But maybe I should go to the shrines.

Friends, friends, do I... I don't, don't know. I know some people. I don't know about friends. Maybe. I think he's at sea r- wait I can't take a guy to Lutricalia, that's... that's childish! I'm not some kid getting horny at the smell of women who has to... to relieve it with a guy!

Tio 2025/06/17(Tue)14:07 No. 1109785 ID: 1de1ba
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"Ah, don't worry lad - my wife's got a twin and two other sisters. Even if I didn't want to know who's with whom, I still would."
Feigns a swoon.
"Being surrounded by beautiful mots is suffering, indeed."

Looks back to me, hand now on my shoulder.
"Got two I know of. My wife's twin's husband is a Farraigemhor, and that huge family's got a lass your age free. Met her a few times, good girl, good family. Smelled strange the last time, never whiffed anything like it."
"Only other they've mentioned is that Dubhloch druid lass up by the shrines, but whoever's seen her to ask. Bit bockety in the head that one is, bent tail and icy fur. Never comes downriver 'cept for rituals."

"They're all I know're left. Well, there's that northerner lass came to town recently, but I'd fancy a quick jog off the cliffs over plugging leaks in that sinking ship."

What should I do now? Go somewhere? Ask him more?

Screw it, ask the Northerner

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)14:44 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)14:44 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)14:47 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)14:47 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)14:48 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)14:48 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 2025/11/14(Fri)16:06 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 2025/11/14(Fri)16:07 No. 1116954 ID: 1de1ba
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What's... what's wrong with her eyes?

Smerg 2025/11/14(Fri)16:07 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 2025/11/14(Fri)16:07 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 2026/01/19(Mon)16:33 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 2026/01/19(Mon)16:33 No. 1120249 ID: 1de1ba
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OW

Tio 2026/01/19(Mon)16:34 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.