Having buried their comrade at the edge of the Taboo Lands, the party forges deeper into the unknown, none of them having been this far before.  Even Piecemeal, their new companion, hadn't gone this far into the wild lands.  The plant life grows more and more twisted as they go.



Examinations of the shattered and frozen metal 'dog' that had butchered Frank had revealed little, other than it was entirely a machine and was smashed and battered beyond repair.

They'd lost Frank, and Freddy had run off.  But they'd picked up a new ally in Piecemeal.  Would they be enough to save the Isle?

OOC: Any actions as you continue on, before I advance us much further?
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Mawr will remember those who left, whether in death or cowardice, but for now, he knew he must press on.

Once the turtle man had been placed on the ground, a small piece, about the size of a golf ball, rolled out the mass that was Piecemeal into the dirt and quickly melted into the dead body. A new colony had been released into the fertile ground. Would they be successful? Who knew?

The green man isn't as fast as the others, the way it moves by oozing across the ground and the continual movement of his plate can be blamed for this.

"Why you journey," he asks the group. "Where. . . home?" It's speech is as slow as his movement

I move 10 feet slower than normal

"Island not make enough food, we go fix. That what elders say."

Abbi regarded the undulating plant for a moment.  "Home," she said, "is back that way."  She pointed back towards the distant village they'd come from, beyond the low valley they'd followed the rusted train tracks into.  "And you?  Are you from this place?"

Yielding little useful information (Nic had been hoping for some kind of markings or other signs of possible allegiance), Nic stuffs a segment of the broken weapon into his invisible bag, and then continues his scouting and patrol around the party as they move forward. The plant person's slower gait actually left Nic more time to examine the surroundings and check the routes ahead, which pleased him.

At some point, while returning to report back on the road ahead and the dangers around them, he timidly asks, "Does, uh, does anybody need to talk about what happened with me back there?"

Kaden, who has been slowly getting annoyed by the pace and has continued to keep his distance from Tunic, glances over. "Uh, yeah. What's going on in your head, anyway? What was that talking to me, if it wasn't you, and why did it show me those horrible things?"

Nic sounds baffled. Show you? Talk to you? Dude, I was unconscious. I have no idea what you're talking about. I get premonitions of danger sometimes. They're never quite accurate, but they're generally a good indicator of the direction the danger will be coming from, and they're VERY vivid. Sometimes, I can feel myself dying in the future. Which would be a great warning!...if the pain from visions of death didn't knock me out. And they're not useful if I, like, were about to grab a branch that will break and send me falling to my death. I'll just pass out and fall anyway. What's this stuff about something talking to you?"
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Kaden looks confused and resigned. It's a painfully familiar expression. He stopped. "Look, I was checking to see how hurt you were. And you were breathing, so I tried talking to you. You know, with my head." He helpfully points to his head, and then to Nic's. "Like I do. And you talked back...I thought. But you were just repeating my words back to me. And these horrible images started appearing ... a giant beast, and flying mouths that were eating me!"

"And then Frank..."

He starts to look a bit ill, and turns away, moving on.

Nic's mostly invisible face mirrors Kaden's confusion, and his insecurities come flooding back. "Uh, are you not using your head to talk to me now? I, um, I dunno, Mr Dekar, my head's not really good at talking without using my mouth. Is that something that everybody but me can do? Is everybody, like, born with that ability, and just they all knew not to point out that I couldn't until you? I mean, I've always known that people don't tell me everything....

"Anyway, yeah, that all sounds like the vision I just had. I'm sorry I scared you by being such a freak. Those flying bitey things were scary! What did they look like in real life?

"But there's nothing going on in my head now, if you want to try again? Maybe I can talk just like everybody else does with their heads, only Mama never showed me how?"

The mostly invisible shimmer in the air that represents Nic has taken on a distinctly sullen and downcast posture, as his inadequacies have once again been thrust into his colorless face.

I can't even make skin right! he quivers inwardly in frustration and rage.
Of course I can't do this head talking thing, either. Mama was right about me.

Kaden's confusion intensifies, "Uh....no. No, not everyone can do it. Not that they've told me. It's just a special, ah, talent? That I have."

"So, you're not having these visions now, are you?"

<grey>"No, nothing's going to harm me, at least not for the next couple of minutes."</gray>

He seems slightly relieved that he hasn't discovered yet another thing that other people "do right" that he hasn't been doing.
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