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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.

"...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?"

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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."

"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."

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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."

"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.

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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."

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."

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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."

"..." 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.

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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."

"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.

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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."

"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."

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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."

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?"

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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."

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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."

"He wished to have the dough, yes?" Stelle responded

"Why did the outlaw, hold up the bakery?" Soldan telling bad jokes, a sigh that she's in a good mood or just wanting to throw out some humor for fun.

A physician was quick to arrive and take Soldan to a dark room. Pain relievers were already prescribed, and then a treatment that acted similarly to medicines for allergic reactions, but for magic-related ills.

The reclined chair Soldan would be put into was part of a neutral-sensory chamber, allowing her to be properly sensory deprived.

Soldan was violently trembling on her knees, gripping her left wrist tightly. The left hand was jet black with a dark purple-blue underone and clawed on the fingers. Her shadow magic corruption never lasted this long, and not having the best time dealing with it. It happened before, but this is looking bad.

Once the directions were followed, Soldan would find herself in a triage room at a hospital in Harmonus, specializing in magic and psiionic needs.

A nurse would be quick to Soldan's side to assess her and take her to a cubicle that was sound proofed and darkened until she could be seen.

Soldan was violently trembling on her knees, gripping her left wrist tightly. The left hand was jet black with a dark purple-blue underone and clawed on the fingers. Her shadow magic corruption never lasted this long, and not having the best time dealing with it. It happened before, but this is looking bad.

There would be a small, moon-printed envelope in the mail. In it was the name of a hospital on Harmonus, with instructions to get there via Lone Moon.

Soldan was violently trembling on her knees, gripping her left wrist tightly. The left hand was jet black with a dark purple-blue underone and clawed on the fingers. Her shadow magic corruption never lasted this long, and not having the best time dealing with it. It happened before, but this is looking bad.

Harmonus is a multi-universe hub. It serves as a reservoir for knowledge and people that would otherwise be gone forever." Stelle continued, "The Alternia you know of is one of very few in regular contact with Harmonus. However... ...I heard Tourists can be awful."

(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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"...It's my blood color." Stelle paused. "Dreamers who visit here cannot harm me. But if I dare go back, I will not survive."

The book had illustrations of the bizarre traits of the Spectral Trolls, including crystal-like protrusions on the horns.

"Soldan, you may not be able to find this book on Alternia. It is rare. But Harmonus has it, I know they do."

(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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"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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“You are at Lone Moon. A safe place. I am Stelle LaLune.” Stelle gazed at the mosaic, “You have questions, I take it?”

Stelle kept up her examination of the mosaic, “As a Pierrot, I will be your guide. Oh, thank you for this compliment…. I take this job seriously.”

Prophetic Naps

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This was no typical dream. The air was cool with the scent of rain. Marble halls stretched forth, many paths to be taken and explored.

On the floor was a mosaic of a grand tree, stretching its branches.

There was the sound of soft dancer's footsteps, and a Troll dressed as a Pierrot stood.

The Pierrot Troll stood. "Hello. I haven't seen you before. I take you are looking for answers?"

Her voice was soft. The moon's gentle light caught the glint of the crystal-like protrusions on her horns.

Prophetic Naps

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This was no typical dream. The air was cool with the scent of rain. Marble halls stretched forth, many paths to be taken and explored.

On the floor was a mosaic of a grand tree, stretching its branches.

There was the sound of soft dancer's footsteps, and a Troll dressed as a Pierrot stood.

Prophetic Naps

@pcrplevenom

This was no typical dream. The air was cool with the scent of rain. Marble halls stretched forth, many paths to be taken and explored.

On the floor was a mosaic of a grand tree, stretching its branches.

There was the sound of soft dancer's footsteps, and a Troll dressed as a Pierrot stood.