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"Okay, so Harmonus still has the whole Classpect thing, as it's important to the Multiverse ecosystem blah blah blah..." Palmia glanced to her companions, the deer snorting and aware.
"However, because these games and 'Sessions' that destroy and rebuild universes are, overall, unpredictable... There's a risk of damage to the Multiverse's core, the Tree that Holds All. That's where ones like Rennoh come in. Catching on?
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Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
"They are beautiful!" Rennoh planted, careful and avoiding direct contact with the plants. Still, his affinity with his Classpect might have affected the plants around.
"I hope they do well for you. How long have you gardened?"
Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.
"Of course!" Rennoh put soil into the pots, carefully working in the snapdragons. He was still careful, oddly careful...
It seemed that around him, the plants were already more vibrant, stronger.
Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.
"I'm happy to help." Rennoh handled the plants carefully, making sure he had something between his hands and the plants. Gloves, a cloth...
He got to planting.
Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.
"Great!" Rennoh went to examine the spider lilies, and then the soil. He was careful, as if listening to the actual plant's needs.
"Your home is lovely, Soldan. Earth is definitely different."
Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.
A soft voice was heard. "Would you like some help?" Rennoh smiled, holding a basket of tools.
Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.
"...You have my sympathies..." Rennoh bid. "Palmia and I never had true Lusii..."
"True." Palmia growled, "We were found as orphan Pupates and I was cast to the Wilderwood. But it worked out. The Golden Hind are my family, but..." Palmia looked at Rennoh. "You aren't going back."
"What?"
"Look at you. You're run ragged." Palmia glanced to Soldan, pondering. "Solan... What do you know of the 'Classpect' thing?"
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Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
"Acer is my, her adoptive Lusus." Rennoh suddenly quieted as he heard a twig snap.
Palmia was on guard, her deer growling before charging off.
There was a loud commotion: loud honks, snarling, and screaming. Rennoh was frozen in place, beforeseeing Palmia return, purple and blue blood on her antlers.
"Sorry about that. My herd are chasing them. Where? To where they deserve."
"Palmia, you are hurt..." Rennoh pulled out a clean cloth and antiseptic, and Palmia let him treat a gash on her shoulder. Bronze blood stained the fabric.
Palmia held the cloth, glancing to Soldan, "The rules of 'Hemospectrum' mean nothing here, no matter what those Poachers believe. You. Which world are you from?"
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
"Stelle... She was just a baby when she... Time operates differently there, I guess." Rennoh smiled, adding, "Is she well? How is Acer? I miss him too."
"I think we all miss Acer. He kept things in place." Palmia smirked, "Even an exiled Imperial Drone is still an Imperial Drone."
Rennoh paused to examine a growing lichen, smiling, "Oh that one will be ready soon... Oh, sorry."
"Don't be! You are why the others here can forage as well as they do!" Palmia paused, and growled. "We are being watched."
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
"Have you seen some odd sorts, paying off that miserly village leader?" Palmia looked to Rennoh, "Mydaas, that's the one who leads Rennoh's village. Anyway. Seems there's outsiders who pay Mydaas and then treat my territory as their game reserve!"
Rennoh was quiet, leting Palmia vent aloud. The golden deer were on alert, listening.
"But you. You said you met Stelle?" Palmia asked.
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
A deep rumble came from the shadows. A tall Troll with antlers appeared, flanked by golden antlered deer. This Troll held a lantern, which glowed amber and lit the trail.
"Palmia!" Rennoh called. "She knows Stelle!"
"...Are you sure she isn't a poacher?"
"Uh?" Rennoh glanced to Soldan. "I don't think so."
The two deer approached, flames curling from their lips as they sniffed at Soldan. The two deer then glanced to Palmia, rumbling and whistling.
"Ah, I see. So not a poacher. You may come with us."
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
"..." Rennoh gestured for Soldan to come with him. "...How is my sister? I heard, I heard time works differently on Lone Moon."
He held his bell, and looked to the Wilderwood. "Stay with me. We have to find Palmia to proceed safely." He rang the sleigh bell, whose chime echoed through the path.
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
"Hmph, who are you?" Mydaas hissed.
Rennoh shrank back, but perked when he heard a familiar name. "You... Do you know Stelle?" he asked.
Mydaas glared, "Go away. You have no business here!"
Rennoh slipped away, ready to start his foraging. He was shaking, afraid of Mydaas and the hunters.
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
Purple Caste
“Purple Signs are the workaholics of the sign classes. Ambitious and driven, they have a very specific path in mind to reach the pinnacle of their field, and will work tirelessly toward it. However, if their practical brains convince them that their goal is unrealistic, they may be slow to trust anyone with the secret of their true desires. They are often very funny, their wit veering toward the dryly macabre. Their fatalism can be incredibly humorous or terrible, depending who you ask. Purple Signs are usually the people who will say out loud what everyone else was thinking but was too nervous to mention. They are very stubborn, and once they've made up their mind about something, whether it be a restaurant choice or a political affiliation, it is difficult to change. They have trouble admitting they were mistaken, and also that they are upset. An oft-repeated phrase of the Purple Signs is, "It's fine, don't worry about it." They will let arguments fester rather than face them head on. In love they tend to be strictly monogamous and fiercely devoted, ready to pledge themselves to a person the same way they do their goals-utterly, and without reservation.” — The Extended Zodiac
https://bw.artemislena.eu/mspaintadventures/wiki/Purple_caste
"Oh... Him. He is probably foraging." the woman looked out, "If you have an herb order to make or pick up, talk to Mydaas. He manages our village... He may be talking to other clients." The older Troll seemed wary again.
"...It is indeed boiling season."
Mydaas could be seen talking to the shadier Trolls, taking payments and orders. He seemed better-dressed than most other villagers. Said villagers seemed afraid of him.
Mydaas suddenly shouted, "Rennoh! Come here!"
The Troll, wearing patchwork clothing, came over, his bell gently chiming. "Yes, Mydaas?" Rennoh looked up at the other Trolls, and shook his head no. Even when offered money, Rennoh shook his head no.
The old Troll looked to Soldan, "That is him. The Hunters here have wanted him as guide to the Wilderwood. Good luck."
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
Soldan would find herself at a village bordering a looming forest. Trolls of varying ages were working. It was Boiling Season, and wheelbarrows laden with thick, deep red taproots were being taken to a workhouse. Adult Trolls were working there, as the children dug up taproots.
These Trolls lived in poverty, and as others were going to work in the workhouse, one would be seen gathering a bag and wearing a bell.
"New here?" One villager asked Soldan. "Looking for someone?"
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
Plot wanted (based on a dream)
This plot involves Rennoh Cadrea, in a version of Alternia that contains the unique horror known as public schools (especially USAmerican)
This school also enforces the Hemospectrum Caste System, and has all castes except Seadwellers (they have a cushy boarding school).
Rennoh is a transfer student from Harmonus, and because of his region's culture, refuses to disclose blood color and accepts being in the 'Lowblood' level. The teacher is a staunch pro-Monarchy, pro-Caste system and bullies Rennoh (but that ends up sparing others)
Just tossing it out there.
(Picrew Credit)
Multimuse, canon divergent and expanding Homestuck OC RP blog
Penned by the-composite-doll, activity depending on threads and energy levels.
(picrew here)
Your name is Rennoh Cadrea, and you are just 8 Sweeps old.
Your interests are related to nature, particularly foraging in the Wilderwood.
You have lived as an orphan in this rural village in Harmonus, though you spent your formative years under the care of an Imperial Drone called Acer. You had helped him revive an ancient crystallized blood sample, creating a baby grub sister. You knew, though, that they were safest on Lone Moon. You miss them. The sound of your Bell is soothing, and calls back to a lost ancestry.
It was for the best. After all, you know your Classpect is likely fatal, should too many Sessions kill the Tree That Holds All.
Your blood color is no one’s business. That’s rude to ask. [He is a purple blood]
Your village has no Internet, so you don’t have a Trolltag. Bummer.
You noticed your village seems to be full of Blood Poachers…
Two new Trolls
Rennoh Cadrea and Palmia Nasrin have been added.
Bios here.