The Purple Lion's Pridelands

[geartopia]

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Who: Everyone (guests and non-guests alike!)
Where: Geartopia
Summary: The plot rears its ugly head
Warnings: Rumors and shootin'
EVENT INFO: Read about it here if you're a newcomer!

The days continued to pass quietly without incident. But that was the problem therein: the days continued and no progress was made. The mayoress had gathered all of the visitors several times, each time saying that they were still looking into the issue. Each day a few more faces showed up. If this kept up, the town would be filled beyond its capacity to provide.

The the rumors began. Whispers in saloons and bars spoke of the town having done something to anger the Wild Ones, the protective spirits of the city that stood in its outskirts. Still others spoke of this being a punishment of what happened twenty years ago, in that moment where Geartopia could have, too, taken to the skies and its civilization advanced. The strongest rumor, however, spoke that Snidley Pridelash, the man who had been killed twenty years ago, source of both fortune and downfall, was somehow alive and had been gathering bandits in the Outlands to attack the city and the newcomers...

...needless to say people aren't as happy to have you around anymore.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to go look for some answers. There's a few places where you can head out - maybe go speak with the mayoress or head into the forest to talk with those so-called Wild Ones.

The mystery wasn't going to solve itself, after all.

Comments

[primordial]

Huh? Who's there?

[He looks around, peering into the darkness. Really, it would be easier if he could just turn into his true form- those eyes had better vision in the dark. But if someone was here...]

[He follows the voice anyways, curious, and finally comes into the canopy. He spends a few seconds staring upwards.]

Not a bad sight...ugh, can't stay long for here...though...

[And he keeps muttering as he presses on, not exactly noticing the noises going away just yet.]

[debootante]

[The voice sounds again as Sam steps into the light.]

There.

Isn't that better?

Now you can see me.

[At the word 'me', Sam will be graced with the beauteous sight of an enormous mouth and rows of sharp, shiny teeth when he blinks.]

GWEAHAHAHAHA!!

[This is entirely not conducive to discovering anything interesting in the woods but oh well.]

[primordial]

AAAAAAAAGH!

[Okay, okay, he wasn't expecting that. Sam falls backwards onto the ground in his shock, dark eyes wide behind that mop of messy hair. Usually, he's not afraid of these things, but it coming up hen he least suspected it? Totally shocking enough to get a reaction.]

W-what the heck are you?!

[debootante]

Your worst nightmare.

[The mouth fades away now; her smug voice sounds next from a few steps behind him.]

I'm a ghost, of course. What are you?

[primordial]

I-I'm Sam! Sam! S-s-sam Erstwhile!

[He clutches his forehead as he slowly gets up, nerves still a little frazzled by being 2SPOOKED. he lets out a sigh and starts to calm down, though.]

You can't be an actual ghost, right...? What are you doing all the way out here?

[geartopia]

[The woods, on the other hand, continue to be silent. Once in a while they might hear something brushing against a tree, but it's gone in a flash...]

[debootante]

...Is that a trick question or did you forget what just happened already?

[Having received her thrill for the day, Bow will pass straight through Sam before flying off further into the woods.]

And you know... I don't think I'm the only one. Hmhmhm... Do you hear that?

[primordial]

[He sighs and shakes his head, not wanting to answer that question. He shudders when she passes through him, though he raises an eyebrow at her observation.]

Um. What? Hear what? Isn't that just the animals?