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"I... I would love to see other places, and other people. There is a way, but it can be dangerous." Pause. "Dreamers cannot hurt me here, but if I go someplace in the waking world, I could be hurt or killed."

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?

the way homestuck did its clouds...

“I hope this will help. Acer is in contact with ones on Harmonus, so he should have something arranged!”

There was a deep rumble heard around, and Stelle giggled, “Thank you Acer!”

“The Veil thins soon, so maybe I can finally see Harmonus myself.”

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?

"I see..." Stelle looked around, "I take you are here a lot, considering the details I see."

Trade and foreign matters... What was more foreign than an alien? A Troll? "If I may ask? How are these relations going?"

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?

"Acer is my Lusus, my guardian... Parent. He raised me here on Lone Moon."

Another long growl.

"Acer is from Alternia, an Empire that Harmonus warily considers a trade partner." Stelle looked to where the growling came from. "However to most dreamers, Acer appears frightening."

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?

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."

(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…