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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."

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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."

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Stelle considered his words. "While this is considered a grave sin where you are from, it is sadly not uncommon in the world I was born from..." Pause. "I have always wondered, Your Excellency, how do humans determine royal blood?"

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

"Then rest here, you are safe here." Stelle held the book. "I hope this is readable. I know dreams can obscure text."

It was a historical text from Alternia, called "The Impossible Blood Color". It was a tome describing extinct blood colors, and how one particular color only existed in 'fossilized crystals'.

(lone-moon-pierrot) The stars were lovely on Lone Moon, the sky a midnight rainbow of galaxies. Stelle had something for Soldan to see. "Friend, hello."

"Stelle! Good to ssee you again!" a smile, cheerful as it usually was. Soldan walked and stood beside her, an inqusitive head tilt to one side. "I do apologize for being busy, It'ss getting a bit chilly where I live. Sstocking up and whatnot, tiring work!"

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"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."