I Don’t Think You’re Ready!-18/04/23-Beets Sunwater
Jun 3, 2023 5:52:06 GMT
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Post by Beets The Beetle (Feenix) on Jun 3, 2023 5:52:06 GMT
I’ve barely flittin’written any letters before, let alone to someone as…Fancy…As pres-ti-gi-ous-Bug that feels weird to say-As Preessstigious as The Duchess.
What were you supposed to write?
Dear Duchess,
Hi.
It’s Beets here.
I would like to offer you my services. (Think that’s what people say right?)
I want to help you protect the Dawnlands. To protect my friends. My home.
I’m not the most ele-elo…I’m not the most fanciest of talkers. But perhaps I can help you in other ways?
Pack a punch where you need one?
Be your eye the sky perhaps?
Like my Pa always used to say, ‘an airborne view of things can really change the way you think bout’sumthin!’
Please consider it. I’d like to be of use, however I can.
Take it as thanks for offering keep an eye…ear…
For letting me know if you hear anything about any..‘Bug Activity’ about the Dawnlands.
Yours kindly,
Beets
Sunwater
Ps. I think you’re buggin’awesome!
I didn’t expect to hear anything back anytime soon, bug I hadn’t seen her for months till the other’buggin day!
So you can count me flittin’surprised when only a few days later Dianna tossed me up a perfumed pink envelope with my name written on it in the fanciest script I’d ever flittin’seen. My heart though, had filled with dread as I read what the letter said…
So you can count me flittin’surprised when only a few days later Dianna tossed me up a perfumed pink envelope with my name written on it in the fanciest script I’d ever flittin’seen. My heart though, had filled with dread as I read what the letter said…
Judge Red. Oh…Oh that name brought back some chilling dark memories of my early Dawnlands days…
A village consuming red goo…A murder mystery…The first manifestation of my mandib…mandibles…
Something told me this job wasn’t going to be a simple one.
So they’re a detective now…
The big’old people devouring slime..is now a buggin’flittin self-proclaiming detective…
It would almost be funny. A ‘murderer’ wanting to…Solve murders. If I hadn’t been so flittin’terrified that our dear quest giver wouldn’t find this ‘case’ they’d ask for aid on as captivating as they had hoped it would be, and decide to devour me and my friends as an afternoon snack.
Lolli-jeezh-,Buff girl Anåbæl, and blossom bud herself, Glade.
They could’ve so flittin’easily just decided to turn on us, slurp us up, look through-our innermost thoughts and feelings as we digested and then simply become us outta meaty red jelly.
Lolli-jeezh-,Buff girl Anåbæl, and blossom bud herself, Glade.
They could’ve so flittin’easily just decided to turn on us, slurp us up, look through-our innermost thoughts and feelings as we digested and then simply become us outta meaty red jelly.
Gotta say, I don’t look good in Red…Believe me I’ve seen it far too many times than I like to flit’about! I also didn’t want them learning about the people I’ve eate-…
So. I’d been over what happened a good buggin’dozen times with the gang before giving my final report to The Duchess-and quite simply, it all sounds just flittin’crazy as I expected:
-We travelled to Ux Verthica (A Mountain range north east of Kundar)
-Met Judge Red (In the form of a tall Drow woman with a fancy red coat) at a cave at the base of the mountains.
-J.R confirmed there have been wandering in the Underdark devouring perfecting his skills from talented individuals in the ways of dectiving…
-J.R. remembered there promise not to return to The Dawnlands-But this is the Scorching Lands so they’ll all good-(Note to self, study a map of the Dawnlands.)
-J.R’s plea. To solve the mystery of a ‘deceased tree..ent-(aka like River back in D.H)
-Said tree-ent..-Douglas-(Fir) was found covered in flowers, suspicious dragon claw like bone lodged in their root, and very much partially eaten-J.R. confirmed they cannot eat wood else they’d of solved this case long ago…(Okay then)…
-Carrie-(Hickory Tree-ent) confirms Douglas-who arrived as a sapling many years ago-had been ‘killed’ by Termites-which looked unlike any termites I’d ever flittin’seen before…
We met all the other.. tree’ants?:
-Carrie: (Hickory Tree)-Gardener-Who gained the services of Brocklin the insect breeder to acquire more ‘bugs’ in exchange for ‘treeant dirt’…(Right.)
-Tomkin: (100ft Huge Hickory Tree) Father figurer to Douglas that cannot move-Yelled “Bloody Druids!” when Glade hugged him…(Suspicious?)
-Glabra: (Young-Hickory Tree) The most visibly upset by Douglas’…-Death?-…
Palmeri (Grumpy’Hickory Tree) Very jealous type, bad at making friends with animals-(Maybe be a bit buggin’nice ya jerk?)
So…after lots of Very-very-very slow flittin’tree talking, we discovered:
Douglas had decided he wanted to leave the forest and explore, Tomkin wasn’t happy about this and had a argument with Douglas-who was already uneasy about staying as during a recent growth spurt had accidentally unearthed some bones of a dragonborn woodcutter who years ago Tomkin had killed over during an argument and had hidden the corpse beneath his roots. A young druid had then visited many years later with sapling-Dogulas and planted him just a bit too close to Tomkin’s literal ‘skeleton…in the earth…’
Gladbra was also upset about Douglas' desire to leave and thought giving him ‘termites’ might make him a bit ill and stop him from going. But being a soft fern unlike a ‘hardy-hickory’ like herself, they…Completely buggin’devoured him alive…
Carrie was dealing in treent magic dirt in exchange for fancy bugs, whilst Palmeri was just jealous of everyone else having nests but them, had a big leadership-desire complex, and pretty much…Was just a prick.
Case Closed.
The thing to take away from this unfortunate act of shrubbery slaughter I addressed to all present though-as kinda the Duchess's appointed 'leader' of this mission-was that:
We’ve all made mistakes, some not our fault, some definitely our fault. But, the main thing is…That you try and be a better person…Tree-treebt…Al-almaga-Big blob monster that ‘consumed’ the minds and bodies of countless ‘mostly’ innocent people.
We’ve all made mistakes, some not our fault, some definitely our fault. But, the main thing is…That you try and be a better person…Tree-treebt…Al-almaga-Big blob monster that ‘consumed’ the minds and bodies of countless ‘mostly’ innocent people.
If we could all just…Try…
Well t-that’s gotta be better than flittin’nothing right?
It was as I sitting up on the roof of the Beetle-Base later, thinking over the strangeness of the events of the day, that I felt an inch. A buggin’little buzzing in the back of my brain, like there was something I’d flitted over today. Some small, flea-speck bit of info that just wouldn’t leave…
What the bug wa-?…Bug…I-insect…Insect..Breeder…
“THE INSECT BREEDER BROCKLIN!” I exclaimed out loud into night sky above the city.
With the old sourpuss sphinx keeping his mouth flittin'shut, if anyone-flittin’anyone could help me! Could know even the smaller detail about any recent insect activity-from The Swarm or their Leader! What they are! Where to flittin’find’em! It had to be them…
Looks like I’ll be writing my next letter much sooner that I thought.
Looks like I’ll be writing my next letter much sooner that I thought.