??? 2025/05/19(Mon)15:43 No. 1108276 ID: 1de1ba
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Uuuuuuuuuuurch...

My chest aches. My throat burns. Can barely open my eyes, the image doesn't make sense.
I try to think. Barely can. Head feels a dreamt whirlpool, I've drowned twice over.
I'm, uh... I think...
My name, my name...
It's... it's, uh...
(Male Irish Gaelic names/words preferred, but anything Celtic is acceptable)

WAKE UP DARACH, you've been knocked out for AGES!!

...Sean?

Dochartach! No point in sunbathing on the lake all day, you have very important things to do!

SEAN!

Siodhachan! Get up!

Siúil

Tiobóid Finnegan is a fine name befitting of an Irish heritage. Everyone just calls you Theo, though.

Colm! or Colmn

>>1108293
Seconding Tio

>>1108293
It's gotta be Tio

Tio 2025/05/21(Wed)05:44 No. 1108359 ID: 1de1ba
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It's... ow, can't tell if the thudding's footsteps or my head

"Lad!"

Tio 2025/05/21(Wed)05:44 No. 1108360 ID: 1de1ba
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Vision's clearer. Someone squats next to me. He puts his hand on the... the bed, on a bed.

"Great, you're awake! I know you're probably a wee bit confused, the fog's done a number on you." I... think I recognize him. Smells familiar. "Still got your name?"

"Ueggh... it's, I'm... Tio?"

"Tio na Corrdearg, aye lad! Got mine?"

Complete blank. Think.
"...Bran?"

"Aye, close enough! You got your sister Cibha and incredibly handsome brother Brandubh. Now, got what the family does?"

(Any occupation in a pre-industrial fantasy setting applicable, though try not to get too ridiculous. Future updates will have character portraits with dialog. I lack them at the moment!)

Fletcher / Rancher / Butcher
You tend the birds. Sometimes you do the opposite of tending them.

All four archers in town know you by name.

fletcher/blacksmith

Roper
You are adept at weaving, twisting and shooting ropes.

Flax weaver (linen)

Fletcher!

You're an inksmith / calligrapher.
You make blocks of ink through an ancient process passed down for generations

>>1108383
Seconding! You always have a smoky, floral smell about you from working with soot and mixing in scents to keep the strong smell of the binder at bay.

You talk to the woodcutter often to know where the best pines are to gather resin for burning. Your brother Brandubh's arms are strong from having to knead the ink material before pressing it into a block and drying it.

seamstress

Or a "seamstress"

gong farmer

Tio 2025/05/25(Sun)10:50 No. 1108580 ID: 1de1ba
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Still fuzzy. Can't tell, I'm... I do.. Something to do with liquids. Water? Farms?
"I, it's... colors. I mix things?"

He pats my shoulder. "Aye, we make the inks and dyes of the whole village! Blacks, yellows, greens, and blues, best in all the far south! Now, c'mon, let's get you up from that sickbed."

He pulls me up. Wobbly, I can barely hold u-
Louder thudding, rapid approach

"TIO!"

Tio 2025/05/25(Sun)10:52 No. 1108584 ID: 1de1ba
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It's a wom-
She throws her arms around me

"Tio, you're back, thank Lea! You've got no right to treat your mother like that do you have any idea how worried I was I had that Dubhloch priestess over here every day I thought the Fog had sent you blind just before Lutricalia of all times but your eyes are cl" Fades out. Head's woozy, I barely hold up. Brandubh supports me.

Fades in. She pulls back, hands on my shoulders. Tears.
"Don't you ever do that to me again!"

(You're free to ask/suggest anything, doesn't have to be anything highlighted.)

Well, we gotta ask wtf is the FOG and what's up with it. And generally what happened to us immediately before we woke up.

Ask about food. Surely we're quite hungry having been out for so long

>>1108584
Be completely honest and mention that you're having trouble remembering things and your head feels sluggish.

Ask if hopefully they know why you were in the fog, since you don't remember.

Is Lutricalia a big event, like a ceremony or festival? If so, we'll need all hands on deck to make all the dyes...

Tio 2025/05/31(Sat)17:38 No. 1108947 ID: 1de1ba
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"I... colors're shifting, my head's ffffuzzy. What's, what's Fog? ...I'm really hungry."

"Oh, of course you are, gra! Brandubh, fetch some iascull from the Farraigemhors for your brother, would you?"

"Aye, ma."

Tio 2025/05/31(Sat)17:38 No. 1108948 ID: 1de1ba
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Brandubh gone, she kneels in his place, hand on mine, still teary.
"Now, I know you're confused dear, but don't worry yourself too much, I'm here for you."
"You had a bad case of Fog. Last week, you came home one night with a sore throat, scratching at your eyes. Next day, you collapsed while walking out the door, poor thing. You've been stuck in the second bed for the past week. Your brother's been staying to help take care of you."

Tio 2025/05/31(Sat)17:38 No. 1108949 ID: 1de1ba
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"Fog is... it's a sickness. Most get it as pups - your sister Cibha just had it and she's half your age - but you dodged it 'til you were just an adult. It starts with headaches and an itchy face, and that's where it ends for most. Sometimes it lasts longer, eyes get a bit cloudy, you become forgetful, the itching gets worse, but you still recover. Then, sometimes... it gets bad. You writhe in bed for days, you forget who you are, and then - thank Lea you were spared - it takes your sight."
She squeezes my hand. "But don't worry, you're past that. You're speaking coherent, you're fine now. You'll find your memories, I know you will."

Tio 2025/05/31(Sat)17:38 No. 1108950 ID: 1de1ba
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"Now, enough of that misery! You lived, that's what matters, and Lutricalia is right around the corner. It's the spring festival in honor of Lea and Edrac's marriage, as the rains and flowers return. Singing, dancing, games, feasting, everything - they've even captured a ship of rarities from Axath and Astglith! It's a time of happiness, of joy, and for you, a celebration of your new adulthood! Now, once's Brandubh's back, why don't you head out to the village, see if that jogs your memo- ah, I think I hear Bran coming back."

Tio 2025/05/31(Sat)17:38 No. 1108951 ID: 1de1ba
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"Here lad, two huff very early iascull. You're lucky we live so far south, these'd not even start growing for another week further up!"
Out of breath. Must've jogge- these smell like the most delicious thing I have ever encountered in my life.

(Ask more questions, see the village, something else - up to y'all.)

Do you hear voices?
Prophecy.

Go for that walk. Should you have a guide?

while walking review what you know, which is hopefully not a short list.

>>1108951
consume

>>1108951
Well yeah its the only food you have ever smelled it wins by default! Hmmm also why is everything non living grey

Where is my other half? Where is my lovely sweetclam? My salmon-dinner partner? My buouy in high water, and other otter endearment terms?

Tio 2025/06/10(Tue)17:20 No. 1109409 ID: 1de1ba
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Prophecy? Voices? No, not really.

I grab the fruits, sit, and nearly shove it into my mouth, before remembering I should split them open first.
Soft and oily, almost fishlike. Delicious.
"There's the Tio I know" Bran slaps my shoulder. "He can't ever get enough of those!"

Mom sits next to me, arm around my shoulder.
"Now, dear, it'll do you some good to get back on your feet. If you're still a bit fuzzy, we're in the middle of the village, right near the river. Upstream's the river-gathering and shrines, downstream's the farms, then the cliffs, down to the harbor. The tavern's right nearby just that way, and we've paid our labor tab to them for a good few weeks in case you're still hungry."

Brandubh chimes in.
"I'll go with him, make sure he doesn't trip off the cliffs."

I head out.

Tio 2025/06/10(Tue)17:27 No. 1109413 ID: 1de1ba
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Weather's... unremarkable. Overcast. Wet, but not raining. Smells like spring: grass and early flowers.
Tiny bits come back to me. A strange ship arrived the day I got sick. Brandubh's family lives down near the farms. I was... looking forward to Lutricalia, yet anxious. Can't remember why.
Everything still feels unreal. Not sure where I should hea-
>"Where is my lovely sweetclam"

Tio 2025/06/10(Tue)17:27 No. 1109414 ID: 1de1ba
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I DON'T HAVE A DATE FOR LUTRICALIA I'M GONNA BE ALONE EVERYONE WILL THINK I'M A LOSER AAAAAAAAA WHAT DO I DO

Try dating from the Fog!

Got any friends you can bribe to act as your date?

Turn to Bran in a panic and ask if there's anyone single in town.

You are a Celt and an otter. You must do the most Celt otter thing of all: swim whimsically around the underwater stone circle to woo a mate.

And sacrifice a goat.

>>1109414
You just came out of a near-blinding Fog, I think that's a good excuse.

Tio 2025/06/17(Tue)14:07 No. 1109783 ID: 1de1ba
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I throw my hands on him "BRAN THE FOG KEPT ME OUT SO LONG I DON'T HAVE A DATE FOR LUTRICALIA EVERYONE'S GONNA MAKE FUN OF ME I DON'T WANNA BE A LONE DATELESS LOSER PLEASE ARE THERE ANY GIRLS LEFT ARE ALL THE GIRLS GONE IS THERE A GIRL DROUGHT"
Pushes my hands off, puts his hands on my shoulders.
Feels nice. Helps me think.

Tio 2025/06/17(Tue)14:07 No. 1109784 ID: 1de1ba
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What's a Celt? I'm from, I... I'm a... a Dobhar. That's it. Coastal Dobhar. We're north of a, a red swamp. I think. Southernmost part of our lands.

Goat? Aren't those those people that live north of, uh... that place way east, it's past... whatever's between here and there.
I don't think I should sacrifice one, the gods wouldn't appreciate that. They haven't harmed us. I think. But maybe I should go to the shrines.

Friends, friends, do I... I don't, don't know. I know some people. I don't know about friends. Maybe. I think he's at sea r- wait I can't take a guy to Lutricalia, that's... that's childish! I'm not some kid getting horny at the smell of women who has to... to relieve it with a guy!

Tio 2025/06/17(Tue)14:07 No. 1109785 ID: 1de1ba
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"Ah, don't worry lad - my wife's got a twin and two other sisters. Even if I didn't want to know who's with whom, I still would."
Feigns a swoon.
"Being surrounded by beautiful mots is suffering, indeed."

Looks back to me, hand now on my shoulder.
"Got two I know of. My wife's twin's husband is a Farraigemhor, and that huge family's got a lass your age free. Met her a few times, good girl, good family. Smelled strange the last time, never whiffed anything like it."
"Only other they've mentioned is that Dubhloch druid lass up by the shrines, but whoever's seen her to ask. Bit bockety in the head that one is, bent tail and icy fur. Never comes downriver 'cept for rituals."

"They're all I know're left. Well, there's that northerner lass came to town recently, but I'd fancy a quick jog off the cliffs over plugging leaks in that sinking ship."

What should I do now? Go somewhere? Ask him more?

Screw it, ask the Northerner

A druid girl eh? maybe she could fix up your brain fog. And you were going to visit the shrines anyway right?

Huh, one of your eyes looks a bit funny, was it always like that?
Go check out the druid, pray at the shrines to thank the gods for your recovery.

Bockety in the head? you're also pretty much bockety in the head, go to the druid

Druid girl

Tio 2025/09/08(Mon)14:44 No. 1113628 ID: 1de1ba
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Should go to to shrine. Thank the gods for sparing my sight. Maybe see the druid girl.
One of my eyes is funny? That's, that's left from the Fog. I think. I can see, but the color shifts slightly.

I tell Brandubh. We walk north, through the gathering. Past a fancy house. Maybe that's the Dubhlochs'.

Near the shrine, it starts getting... foggy. Sky's clear. No rain. Look back. No fog. Just near the shrine.
Brandubh picks up confusion. "It's always foggy 'round here, lad. Otherworld's close by."

Tio 2025/09/08(Mon)14:44 No. 1113629 ID: 1de1ba
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At the boundary. A fountain, two hands: A gate elsewhere. Step forwards.

Tio 2025/09/08(Mon)14:47 No. 1113633 ID: 1de1ba
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Through the sacred falls. Vertigo. Air thickens. Scents shift.
Trees enveloped by blue and yellow flowers, great muraled stones, intricate fountains, a great timber shoots from the canopy - does it grow from the river?

Tio 2025/09/08(Mon)14:47 No. 1113634 ID: 1de1ba
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Brandubh's nose twitches. Noticed something. Smell of... paint? Leathermaking? He gri-
"Ah, just remembered, promised to help my wife's brother's niece's aunt with her kids today I'm sure she can help you gotta go!"
Wait wh- and he's dashed off!

Tio 2025/09/08(Mon)14:48 No. 1113635 ID: 1de1ba
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Ach that-! I don't even know where she might be! I'll just follow the bloody smell.

Tio 2025/09/08(Mon)14:48 No. 1113636 ID: 1de1ba
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Leads to many great, tall, round stones. Each muraled. Think they... I dunno. Paint scent gets stronger, a woman faintly within.
Get closer. Walk around. See someone.

Tail's notched. Fur's far too bleak. Hanging above, bones and preserved... something. Wordlessly works on the corpse of one below her. I... what?

Wait for her to talk, then ask if she wants to 'go to prom'.
Run if she says no.

No, no, no. She is doing it all wrong!

She is supposed to do the incision all the way from mouth to tail and afterwards divine the fate of the harvest with the entrails;
THEN she can pull out the fish skeleton and use it to make spooky dolls.

Here, show her how it's done.

Ah, Brandubh is squeamish.

Say hello. Observe respectfully.

Just approach and be polite. I'm sure there's a good reason for this butchery.

Is handling CADAVERS part of daily life? recall, ask what she is doing to that thing

Tio 2025/11/14(Fri)16:06 No. 1116953 ID: 1de1ba
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Rather focused, hasn't noticed me.
Can't just ask her out - her family's way above ours, and, and I don't even know her!

"nic Dubhloch?"
Twitches rigid.

Smerg 2025/11/14(Fri)16:07 No. 1116954 ID: 1de1ba
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What's... what's wrong with her eyes?

Smerg 2025/11/14(Fri)16:07 No. 1116955 ID: 1de1ba
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Jumps to her feet, snaps up her hood, hides hands in her oddly long robe.
"m-mac Corrdearg! Lea answers our. Prayers. Fog alone will Not capsize the ship yet I suspect memory remains adrift in one treading so long."

"I, uh, wanted to thank you and Lea for, for savin' me, yeah. You're right I don't remember much, but I was under so long your prayers must be all that kept me from drowning."

"Not only mine. Many came to speak for you. Mother, sister, brother. Farraigemhors. Dubhlochs. Like rays ferried Ronan to shore."
...who's Ronan?

"Well, if, if there's anything me or my family can do for you, please let me know."

"No. No the family debt has already been paid. And Put to use for guards of the green festival. Behold."

Smerg 2025/11/14(Fri)16:07 No. 1116956 ID: 1de1ba
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It's a dried husk of a... what's it called, a ray? Unfinished patterns of yellow and blue curves cross much of its body.
The sight saddens me, but I don't know why.

"A guardian. Our own. Guard of the grovewaters. Now a guard of spirits. Of iascull trees. Of Lutricalia."
"Sacred paints provided by your family. Sigils of protection. Thank you."

"Oh, uh, you're welcome."


Awkward silence.

Should I... ask her about something?

Duh! Ask her to go out with you to Lutricalia!

Ask about what she's drawing, what the imagery means. Take an interest in what she does

See if she can't tell you more about her paintings, might be a good way to learn more about her.

>>1116954
She's an albino. No pigment in her fur, thus it's white. Lack of pigment in the eyes allows the color of blood to show through, thus the pink color.

Ask her if she's thought of going to the Lutricalia festival.