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middleofsomewhere2020-09-15 10:04 pm
voidtreckermods) wrote in middleofsomewhere2020-09-15 10:04 pm
Onward: Purple
Villages
Each village has a central area and that is where the blighted have gathered. Or, not just the blighted; truthfully, most people have gathered in the commons. It is a hub of activity, people gathered for safety, for company. There is plenty to do for anyone not currently fighting golems or trolls: the village wells are often on the vulnerable outskirts, so fetching water is an important chore, as is collecting firewood.
Inside the village halls, there are injured to be tended and the blighted to care for. Most of them are well enough, they just are unable to do much for fear it will set off the powers inside them. They need help with most basic things, and apologies for stray fireballs or flash-frozen surfaces can be frequently heard in the large spaces.
Roaming
The outskirts of the villages are where the danger lurks: golems and trolls roam the woods and will lumber out to attack when they get near the villages, especially if they see people.
The trolls are big and swing large clubs with impressive strength and control. Their cunning makes them harder to fight than may be expected from their brutish appearance, teaming up or feigning attacks to get the upper hand. Their skin is mildly resistant to magic, but their size makes them easy targets.
Likewise, the golems are not particularly hard to find, nor hard to hit. They are, however, highly resistant to most damage. The crystal set into their faceplate pulses with a sickly, overbright energy that continues even if removed from the golem. (The golem itself does not continue, but falls into a passive state.) Golems are not equipped with weaponry, nor do they have any ranged attacks; their offense is great, spinning punches, or bulldozing.
Further afield, wild animals roam in great numbers, displaced from their usual homes by the aggressive trolls and misfiring golems - or blighted members of their own species.
Purification
Roughly in the centre of the cluster of villages, there stands a shrine. It is a simple structure, dark, curved walls open to the sky. Within the shrine, a circular pit about a foot deep can be found, which is where the crystals must be placed.
The ritual itself is simple, though requires some magical casting. Those who do not share in the magical arts can be helpful by helping clean, polish or mend the crystals before the ritual, or even by taking part in the chants. The natural, latent energies of living beings aid in the ritual, it seems, and so the attendants will not turn away any who wish to remain.
For the most part the ritual doesn’t look too exciting: chanting, small spells being cast into the crystal with small flares of light or song. However, right at the climax of the ritual, the whole pit burns with a brilliant light that fills the shrine before flowing back into the crystal. Once purified, the crystals can be placed back into an inactive golem, which will take up their natural roles of protectors of the villages if they are not in too poor a shape.
Each village has a central area and that is where the blighted have gathered. Or, not just the blighted; truthfully, most people have gathered in the commons. It is a hub of activity, people gathered for safety, for company. There is plenty to do for anyone not currently fighting golems or trolls: the village wells are often on the vulnerable outskirts, so fetching water is an important chore, as is collecting firewood.
Inside the village halls, there are injured to be tended and the blighted to care for. Most of them are well enough, they just are unable to do much for fear it will set off the powers inside them. They need help with most basic things, and apologies for stray fireballs or flash-frozen surfaces can be frequently heard in the large spaces.
Roaming
The outskirts of the villages are where the danger lurks: golems and trolls roam the woods and will lumber out to attack when they get near the villages, especially if they see people.
The trolls are big and swing large clubs with impressive strength and control. Their cunning makes them harder to fight than may be expected from their brutish appearance, teaming up or feigning attacks to get the upper hand. Their skin is mildly resistant to magic, but their size makes them easy targets.
Likewise, the golems are not particularly hard to find, nor hard to hit. They are, however, highly resistant to most damage. The crystal set into their faceplate pulses with a sickly, overbright energy that continues even if removed from the golem. (The golem itself does not continue, but falls into a passive state.) Golems are not equipped with weaponry, nor do they have any ranged attacks; their offense is great, spinning punches, or bulldozing.
Further afield, wild animals roam in great numbers, displaced from their usual homes by the aggressive trolls and misfiring golems - or blighted members of their own species.
Purification
Roughly in the centre of the cluster of villages, there stands a shrine. It is a simple structure, dark, curved walls open to the sky. Within the shrine, a circular pit about a foot deep can be found, which is where the crystals must be placed.
The ritual itself is simple, though requires some magical casting. Those who do not share in the magical arts can be helpful by helping clean, polish or mend the crystals before the ritual, or even by taking part in the chants. The natural, latent energies of living beings aid in the ritual, it seems, and so the attendants will not turn away any who wish to remain.
For the most part the ritual doesn’t look too exciting: chanting, small spells being cast into the crystal with small flares of light or song. However, right at the climax of the ritual, the whole pit burns with a brilliant light that fills the shrine before flowing back into the crystal. Once purified, the crystals can be placed back into an inactive golem, which will take up their natural roles of protectors of the villages if they are not in too poor a shape.
Villages
Chopping wood was a little outside of their abilities (Takato didn't have the strength for it and Guilmon was more likely to accidentally set the wood on fire), but hauling water was easy enough. Takato had gone to get the water, and he was now carefully holding out the buckets as they tried to figure out the best way for Guilmon to hold them with his claws.
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Again.
"I don't think this is working," he says aloud, both to Guilmon and the stranger who just approached.
Guilmon's ears lower sadly.
"Sorry, Takato. Maybe next time you should give me hands."
Takato laughs and shakes his head. "No way! You're perfect just the way you are. We just need to figure out how to make this work.
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"Guilmon is very strong." He giggles a bit. "But Guilmon doesn't know how strong.
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Trunks knelt down in the grass and dirt, and tried to draw a basic diagram. Very basic because stick figures. "Basically, if you place the two buckets at the end of a pole, and then you carry the pole, you'll still carry the water, but the pole is probably easier to carry with your claws. The easiest way to balance the pole, which will be the tricky part, is across your shoulders."
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"I think I understand what you're going for. Hey Guilmon!" He smiles over at his friend who just looks hopelessly confused by the explanation."It will be a like a game of trying to balance a pole with two buckets. I'll do it too and show you how!"
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"I think it was about five minutes walk that way."
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Takato felt a little guilty taking up so much of his time. What if there was something else he'd been planning on doing?
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"Guilmon keeps dropping the buckets. Takato! Next time can you draw me with claws that are better for holding things?"
The boy smiles as he straightens up. "Sorry boy,I don't think it works that way."
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Curiosity satisfied, the small dragon-like creature sits back and stares up at her.
"Nice to meet you! I'm Guilmon!"
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He was rather upset in this point.
Here Takato steps forward.
"It's okay, boy.I can carry the buckets, and I'm sure we can find other ways to help later. Maybe someone needs some digging done."
The prospect of digging immediately cheers the digimon up.
"Oh! I hope so! Guilmon is really good at digging."
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