TDM/September.

[fablemods]

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away... You snap awake with a sudden jolt, the sounds of nature surrounding you. The ground is warm beneath your hands, a press of fabric under your head. Sit up. Look around. This isn't where you fell asleep. Not even close to it. But with no one around you, answers as to how you got there in the first place are a little beyond your reach for now. If you decide to head off, don't forget your bag. You'll want that if you plan on making it out here. If you want to survive. And if you don't want to move, well...good luck. There's a shadow on the prowl. A rustle of leaves, a snap of twigs. Glowing eyes in the distance... -------------------- Characters find themselves waking up on the bare ground (or a bed if they're very lucky), a leather pack beneath their head, and entirely alone. It's not where they fell asleep that night. Isn't even close. The sky is the wrong shade, the ground isn't quite right. The only note of familiarity are the clothes on their back. Searching through their pack, characters will find a change of clothes, a few food rations, and something personal to them. They'll also find a pouch of wooden coins and a shard of mirror. Before they get a real chance to investigate those items though, they'll hear a rustle in the distance. The sounds of something moving around. It's their cue to get moving too. And somehow, all characters find their feet guiding them in the same direction. Off towards the Great Lake, less than ten minutes walk away, no matter where on the island they first woke up. Welcome to the island of Leutheria. Welcome to the first ever event/test drive for Fablelands. Above is an arrival prompt that players are welcome to use to introduce or test out any characters they are interested in bringing to the game. Below is an on-going event that will be taking place throughout the month of September (though the wolf will still remain a constant presence on the island for the months to come). And of course, you are free to use this post for any other prompts you wish to use, or mirrorshard conversations too. All threads are able to be used as game canon, providing both players agree to it, and can ultimately be used for bonus AC if you wish to. If you have any questions, please direct them to the FAQ. And without further adieu, let's get on with the show! premise | faq | taken/claims | locations | wishing well | bonus ac

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away... You wake to the feeling of being watched. Of a set of unfamiliar eyes, of warm breath on the back of your neck. A jolt back to the land of the living, and it's gone. No matter how quick you are, how sneaky, the source of the disruption has long since disappeared, so you have no choice but to try and ignore it. To continue on with your day and try to set that moment of strangeness aside. You eat, drink, speak with others. Perhaps you explore a little. Whatever it is you choose to do for the day, that feeling from the morning won't return. And by the time the sun sets and the moon glows brightly above, you've likely set those moments of strangeness aside. It's not like it's anything new, after all. It's the same again for the next few days. No better, no worse. Something best ignored, right? A speck of blood on the doorframe. That wasn't there before, was it? A snap of twigs in the distance. A crunch of leaves. Claw marks gouged deeply into the door. Into the wall above your bed. Scraps of red fabric, turned darker with blood. Pieces of fur. Of flesh. Do you run and hide? Do you fight? Whatever you choose, it's definitely time to make sure your body parts aren't scattered next... ...what a horribly big mouth you have. -------------------- Since first waking up on the island, characters have been stuck with that feeling of being watched. It isn't a constant. Isn't more than a few seconds at a time, dotted throughout the day. Investigation has never turned up much, and there's never been any sightings of the cause of it all. Until now. Throughout the first half of the week, characters will find themselves suffering from that feeling of being watched on a far more constant basis. Rather than it being a one-off, few seconds occurrence each day, that feeling will last for minutes at a time, and on multiple occasions. However, it isn't until the fifth day that they'll start stumbling across physical signs of their monitoring. There are claw marks on doors. Spots of blood on the paths outside. A crack of twigs in the forests, or the imprint of bloodied paws in the snow. Ten days in and those signs start finding their way indoors. Wet footprints, tinged with red. Claw marks in the walls, the floor. Torn sheets and the smell of wet...something. Whatever it is that's been watching you, its finally decided to come and say hello. Two weeks in and characters will begin to have sightings of the creature, its fur dark and its eyes a glowing yellow. At times it looks like a wolf, prowling in the distance. At other times, it's walking on its hind legs, almost human were it not for the muzzle full of gleaming sharp teeth. Get too close, and it slips away like a shadow, gone between one blink and the next. It decides when to reach out to characters, not the other way round. It's after characters finally get a good look at the creature that it starts leaving...gifts. Characters will start to find familiar items from their home worlds amidst the mess. The remains of a childhood pet, perhaps. Photographs of loved ones, faces torn almost beyond recognition. It's only once it delivers its final gift that the creature retreats to the trees again: a blood-splattered item of clothing that clearly belongs to the person the character misses the most at the time, alive or dead. [credit 1 & credit 2]

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[amongfriends]

[She's been looking for him too. Unlike Peter, Gamora never expected to see him again. She planned to die whether it be by Peter's hand or her own. She was ready to give up her life to save half the galaxy. Now that they seem to be given an out, however unlikely, she wants to steal some time with her son. It's a mixed blessing that what she finds is Groot at this age. She doesn't understand why. She's scared as to what could have caused it. She doesn't hesitate to get on her knees once she spots him chewing on coins. Her best memories with Groot were at this age. It's a pleasant reminder of when it felt like they had all the time in the world.]

Groot! [She offers her hands to him so he can climb up, her eyes shining with tears. She may not know why it's happening, but she's so happy that it is.]

[sap]

[He pauses mid chewing coins when he feels the shadow covering him. He glances up, coin still in his mouth, and looks at the outline. He knows that shadow by memory.]

Groot?

[Mom?

The guardians were a family unit, and everyone has earned a place in Groot's heart as someone special. Gamora is naturally his mom, just like Peter is his dad and Rocket is like his dad or occasionally his angry uncle that teaches him bad things that are fun to do. He loves everyone, but seeing Gamora right now fills him with a sense of comfort and elation. He drops the coin, letting it slip free of his mouth to land on the ground. A little hand raises and he traces the outline, before slowly turning to face her with a big smile on his face. There's a couple of little hops of excitement before he takes off at a run, leaping onto her hand so he can scurry on up to try and get to her shoulder. Whether it's with her assistance or alone he doesn't really care, because as soon as he's in close, he's hugging her cheek like there's no tomorrow. Which, up until about two minutes ago, he wasn't sure there would be.]

I am Groot! [I missed you! You know, because they were only apart for a few hours in his mind.]

[amongfriends]

[She helps him if only because she can't wait. The teenager she loves never has much sass for her. Gamora would be lying if she didn't admit she missed this period of his life. She really needs a hug right about now from him. Two fingers go to rest on his back as she smiles so widely that it hurts.] I missed you too.

[She leans her cheek into the hug and wonders if this is real. A tear falls down her cheek because real or not, it's so good to see him and finally say this:] I love you so much.