Fief Name: Grimhold

Fief Purpose: Royal Woods



Fief Layout: A noire almost black and white realm of forest and occasional building outside the walls. Including a large hunting lodge. Homes for rangers and stables can be found as well as the lairs of some beasts of the wood. Some small tunnels criss cross the realm sized for Grim and Josh.

Fief Servants: The rangers and various animals and beasts of the wood. A few shadows of dreams or nightmares. They follow the noire look of the realm. The Rangers look like dolls of fantasy woodsmen with doll horses they ride. The beasts guard the wood and tend to look menacing or look beautiful. The animals look like origami versions of themselves.
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[Grim] Ran through the great wood from tree to tree stealthily. Getting to know the woods and the idiosyncrasies of the place. Places to ambush invaders were picked out. Safe pathways for his fellow godlings.

Rangers were stationed, rambles were planted, and the defense of the realm was being tended too.
Up in the trees nests were built for prey birds as well as large towers for the rangers to look over the land and make attacks from.

Some lakes and small rivers caught his attention and [Grim] splashed in coming out with a nice little fish.
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Heads off to find Demilupine.

He crept and leapt as quietly and inconspicuously as he could through the wood. The rangers - lesser spirits of the wood bound to of woven wood - tried to catch him out, obliging his practice.

[15XP Spent. 300 XP Left.]

[Stealth LVL1.5] acquired.

The fish itself was not a living thing - yet another simulacrum.

At least, that was at first. As Grim held the fish in his mouth, a flicker of yellow-bright flame licked over the fish, and then it was alive. Not a shadow or a doll or a mockery; a real, living fish. It wriggled out of his mouth as he distractedly changed his mind and decided he wanted to leave instead.
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[Grim] was fascinated as the origami fish turned to a real fish. His jaw dropped and with it the fish. He pushed the fish back into the water. Watching with fascination as it swam off.
It was a stunning and poignant moment for the little kitten.

Then the thoughts he had gained from [Metacognition] came to him again and he moved off to visit [Atilla the Prince of Society]

--- From the Pools of Predilection

Grim padded back and breathed in the scents of his wood. He liked the look of it being evocative of his wishes when he created the realm. He walked over to a tree and clawed it a bit before walking between the trees and finding a good place to practice.

He began by using [Shadow Morph] to try different looks calling upon the illusion aspect of shadow magic. Indeed he spent time dedicating himself to learning a bit more about all the magic he had at his disposal. He only focused [Pyromancy] on the water of a nearby pond so he would not set anything on fire.

He called upon the dark of the realm for his [Shadow Magic] the bright lit contrasting white for his [Stellar Magic] when he grew tired he curled up and tried to find out more what [Dream Magic] could do since he had no real practical knowledge of the ability he had only recently gained.

He was grasping at different dimensions, different principles, folding one corner of reality until it touched another. That was all magic was.

[Dream Magic] was strange - it seemed to pull at something even lower that shadow. At least shadow was cast by something real - Dreams were images of things that were unreal, illusions of something original. It was almost the opposite of shadow, but also a more intense form of it. He could cast 'seemings' with dream, and the more people believed the seeming, the more 'true' it would become. He could 'dream' a fish, and the more others believed it was a fish, the less it was a dream, and the more it was a fish.

Heads to the [Golden Artery] to join [Lyngel-Lajos, Princet of Revolution, Euphoria of the Golden Hands] in defending the realm. Calling out to his rangers to prepare for the defense of [Grimhold] he took a small contingent with him.

-----> [Golden Artery]

Tumbles out into Grimhold rolling until he almost collides with a tree. He shakes his head and blinks looking around. "You could have just said, give me a moment with Eri."

He stretches out and notices the others that came with him.

"You, ok ?"

Alkanite grimaces and rubs her head as she pulls herself up from the dirt, brushing off her suit so that it's spotless once again. "I believe I am fine" she says as she grimaces softly, looking around the fief with some measure of curiosity "What is this place anyhow, It doesn't quite look like anything that was in the game"

"You are in Grimhold. It is the forested inner court of our realm. I am glad you are ok Miss Alkanite. Welcome to Grimhold. I can host people at the hunting lodge if you wish."

He padded over looking up.