DEATH IS UPON YOU.

you know we're the same / there's worse things i can take abyssian GANGLÖT

[ganglotte]

#ganglotte: a private roleplay blog for GANGLÖT from fire emblem: heroes. closed & affiliated with THE OFFICERS ACADEMY. championed by AIGIS.

[charmymemes]

𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

feel free to tweak questions + all emojis r listed in text form bc i can't see some of them aAAaaAA! sorry if any of these questions are too similar i tried to avoid that but .. there's a lot lol! categorized by emoji type.

i wanted to make one because i could not find one on tumblr already that had a ton of questions. this was created by combining ones under the #oc ask game tag + my own contributions. hi charmymemes nation i'm back.

people

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

food & drinks

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

plants & nature

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

activity

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

objects

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?

📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

transport

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?

weather

🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

hearts

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

[ganglotte]

⚘ WHAT DID SMOKEY EVER DO TO YOU HUH

breidabloom​:

There is so much he could say to her, right here, right now. He shouldn’t be stoking the fire—he should be making apologies to her, backing away, finding someone else to help him. He should be ending the interaction, especially considering he knows how hard people who serve those to whom they are loyal can take their lieges’ passings, and having maybe a little sympathy for her.

He’s never been good at backing down from people who torment others.

“Your liege,” he hisses, glaring back up at her, “was a thief and a bully. She stole a little girl from her homeland, lied to her about their relationship, and tortured her by killing her over and over again in order to gain power. And for what? Was the land of the dead in danger? Was it under attack? Why did she go about doing what she did—and don’t tell me it was because she was doing her part as the goddess of death! Correct me if I’m wrong, but the way I see it, she was a power-hungry ruler, and even worse, a terrible excuse for a mother. And do you know what? Last I heard, Eir still felt love for her! Her abuser! Can you not see how wrong that is? Can you not feel even a little bit of compassion for the girl who was torn between a worthless foster mother and the friends she made but was meant to betray?”

Huffing, he steps back and crosses his arms, previous good mood having evaporated. It had been fitting, and kind of freeing, wielding the scythe back in Askr, a triumph not just over Hel, but her. Seeing it back in Ganglöt’s hands takes him back to that whole awful mess at the beginning of his life, as if she was telling him all the way back from home that he couldn’t keep winning for long. Shoving down his first instinct (“Fine, you can keep your stupid scythe!”), he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, debating how to answer the question of what he’s doing down here.

“Okay, look. It’s clear we hate each other’s guts. I was trying to find someone who could do the Cooking Club’s silly little bear hunt with me, but I doubt we’re gonna be able to work well together—unless you want to let off some steam and swing around your scythe, preferably around something more acceptable than me. If you’re okay with that, fine, I can work with you so long as we call a mutual truce for the time being. If not, I’ll leave and find someone else to hunt the bear with. As for the whole ‘wielding your scythe’ thing, I was able to do so back home because I summoned you and used Breidablik to copy it. I can’t use it here, however, so you don’t need to worry about such a thing happening.”

The ravenette suspects she’ll say “no,” because who in their right mind would associate with the person who killed their liege? Besides, if all they’re going to do is continuously set each other off, it’d be better for them to go their separate ways.

He still owes her the choice, though. He owes it to all his Heroes, even the ones he hates.

The boy protests, spins a yarn about how her lady Hel was some sort of villain. 

        It is an expected reaction. Honestly, Ganglöt would have been surprised if he didn’t try and argue. He is wrong, of course. But Ganglöt is silent. She does not defend her liege; what would be the point of such chatter? There will be no getting through to the likes of the Summoner, these self-righteous, holier-than-thou idiots who believe that the path they march and the banner they hold is the right one, the only one. 

       Ganglöt spits at Rose’s feet. “Do not speak on things you do not understand. How could you? You would never know the plight of the Helians, nor have you ever brought yourself to care; what Lady Hel did, she did for us.”

       She observes him through a cold stare and heavy lidded eyes. “I do not need to let off some steam. You think you have angered me somehow? …you mortals can be so presumptuous.” Slinging Hel’s Reaper over shoulder, well out of the reach of Rose, she heaves a sigh. She doesn’t quite understand the power of the Summoner’s Breidablik and this so-called ability to ‘create copies,’ but she would rather not take any chances. “...what is this you came down to Abyss for? To search for help to hunt a bear?”

       Ganglöt is silent for a moment, the inkling of a scheme brewing at the base of her skull. The Askrans aren’t here… from what she has seen, at least.

       “I’ll accompany you. Best I do before you run into its claws and get yourself killed; the last thing I want is the church to ask why I let you get yourself mauled…”

[breidabloom]

⚘ what did smokey ever do to you huh

Ironically, this month’s mishaps spurred a greater interest in the other countries and continents beyond Fódlan, with more and more students eagerly learning what they can about them. The Cooking Club, with their hands on an Ylissean cookbook, is putting out calls for some brave idiot to go and hunt a bear for a Ylissean-style roast. [Grants Axe +1]

Oh wordie, they actually believe bear roast is an actual part of Ylissean cooking!

The raven-haired teen can't stop muffling his snickers every time he passes by the bulletin board and sees the Cooking Club's flyer proclaiming "Want a taste of Ylissean cuisine? Hunt us a bear and we'll cook up a lovely roast recipe originating from the halidom itself!" Geez, Chrom must be so embarrassed right about now, but Rose doubts the poor guy's actually about to go up to the Cooking Club and disabuse them of their notions. He wonders who was responsible for the "recipe" making it into that cookbook—or if the cookbook is even legitimate in the first place. (It wouldn't surprise him if it weren't, but probably only the Ylissean prince and the others from his nation will be able to tell... on the other hand, maybe not.)

Still, he could do for a nice li'l warmup after getting here. He hasn't really gathered any playmates buddies yet, and anyhoo, wouldn't it be more fun to hunt a bear with someone else? Just in case, of course; after all, he might be able to help fend Thórr's assaults off whenever they come around, but that doesn't exemplify every kind of battle now, does it. So the small teen wanders around looking for a nice, capable fighter who'd be able to back a rookie like him up. He even goes down to Abyss to check and see if anyone wants a break in the sunlight. Eventually he spots a figure in the distance, an elegant woman in black and purple and carrying...

... wait.

Is that—Arcane Downfall?!

Now, the logical part of Rose knows that the weapon does not, in fact, belong to him, but to someone else. A very specific someone else, that he himself summoned, whom he was told had been returned the weapon. The emotional, childish part of Rose looks at the woman and sees his weapon in her hands. And is so infuriated that he forgets himself and the presences of everyone else around him and actually screams.

"HEYYYYYYYY! GANGLÖÖÖÖT!! GIMME BACK MY SCYTHE!!"

starter for @ganglotte

[ganglotte]

The setting of Hel is a hard one to replicate, though Ganglöt finds that the underground confines of Abyss do enough to make her comfortable in this foreign land. 

        Where others would leap at the shadows cast upon the dusty stone floors, Ganglöt finds comfort in the concealment the darkness brings. There is a certain tranquility beneath the earth, a place where interlopers from the surface hardly dared to step down to. She relishes in the quiet, free to ignore whatever requests the Church laid upon the denizens of the monastery. Here, she is free to continue her pursuit of vengeance, her pursuit of Eir. Seiros officials hardly made an effort to visit those they had condemned to life underground — not unless they were desperate for help, as the last moon had proved.

       Arcane Downfall rests at her side as it always is. The Abyss may be quiet, but in its shadows lurk a number of criminals, many of whom prowl the streets looking for quick coin. While her appearance is typically enough to ensure not a soul dared to approach her, the scythe in her hand seals the idea that she is not a woman to be crossed, or even spoken to.

       Alas, not it seems as though there are exceptions to this idea. Abyss’s blissful silence is broken by the irritable screaming of a child daring to address Ganglöt. She recognizes him, unfortunately — even in the dim firelight, the white and gold cloak denoting Askr’s Summoner is visible and distinctive. The sound of his voice grates against her ears; it takes her a moment to understand what he is yelling about.

       Within the blink of an eye, the curved blade of Arcane Downfall settles beneath Rose’s chin. Ganglöt’s eyes are narrow, black lips twisted into a sneer.

       “... your scythe?” Her tone is quiet, voice low. Her anger does not just seem to drip from her words, but radiate from her entire body. “What is this delusional idea you voice before me? You, wielding Hel’s Reaper?”

       Her grip on Arcane Downfall tightens, the claws of her gauntlets digging into her palms.

       “Surely, you jest. Has Askr’s beloved Summoner, its hero of light, finally lost his mind?” A mirthless laugh wrenches itself from the handmaid. “Do you truly think I would ever let my liege’s killer wield her scythe, the symbol of her realm?”

       Ganglöt tilts up Rose’s chin with the flat of her blade. “I am the queen of Hel, now, boy. I am her successor, and I wield her Reaper. What business do you have with me? Speak, or I will gut you here. Neither your prince or princess or any of your precious heroes will help you down here, in this abyssal darkness. Do you understand? I will kill you, Summoner. And I will add your bones to my throne.”

[ganglotte]

reason to live — team village finale ( team two )

unsungblade​:

          Weighing heavy as fog and permeating every molecule of air in much the same manner, the god’s grief rises to a fever pitch of desperation—torn between wailing for her lost child and begging not to be left alone as escape is nearly, finally within their reach. So consumed by regret that it is on deaf ears their words ultimately fall, rebuffed by the depths of her misery in antithesis to the very hope she longs for. And finally, a tangible form come to light with the ascent of a grotesque mass upon the mountain, watching with dead, gray eyes set into the amalgamation of flesh and hair and bone. Planted firmly as the final obstacle in their path lest they simply walk away.

          Kris is far from a heartless man. He is well familiar with the pain of losing loved ones—finding it increasingly difficult to recall the sternness with which an aged knight had imparted his lessons, the few and fleeting exchanges of affection between grandfather and grandson. Hers is a tragedy he should rightly sympathize with, and he does. But to drown in those feelings, unwilling to face the future for fear of letting go of the past… That is not living. If she cannot see that, and the time for words has passed–

          –then all they can do is fight for their freedom.

Kris attacks Electra with the Sword of Zoltan. Roll: 17+12 = 29. Critical hit! Electra suffers 12 damage. [Status: 1/25 HP] Electra counters with Purifying Flame. Kris’s Dazzle activates! Roll: 9-20 = -11. Miss!

          Shining steel cleaves through the tangle of gnarled limbs with all the ease of a knife through butter, a deadly dance meant to grant her suffering a swift and merciful end. With no mother to have ever called his own Kris cannot claim to understand what she had felt then, still feels even now. Glimpsing the malformed reincarnation of Arke however, given life anew by means of an unholy miracle, he can at least believe it kinder to spare her the horror of watching her daughter die a second time.

          Electra wails, caught in the crossroads of lament and agony; flame sparks to life only to sputter out quickly as it’d come. “If you truly can’t bear to move on, then at the very least you deserve some kind of peace. No wound should have to hurt for forever like this.”

The mother weeps for her daughter, and she returns a monster.

       An odd feeling settles in Ganglöt’s chest as the tragedy unfolds before them, a sense of familiarity lodging in the bones of her ribs. It weighs her down; she drags the blade of her scythe across the earth, advancing towards the heart of the fight. Her steps are slow, mind elsewhere, the din of battle fading into the distance. Electra cannot –– will not –– let go of Arke, though the girl is long gone, for the beast before them is not Arke, and will never be Arke, no matter how much Electra cries.

      But Ganglöt understands Electra, why she clings onto this phantom of her daughter. The daughter is all the mother has — what is she without her? Her grip on Hel’s Reaper tightens. It does not matter, though. Death comes for all — there is no stopping man’s march towards the inevitable. No matter when she comes, her decree is absolute: there is no return from death. No running, no hiding.

      It is her duty, then, to free the two of them. Her steps quicken, and the sounds of battle return to focus. Ganglöt is not Eir — she is no merciful death. But here, the bite of her blade into Electra’s neck would be exactly that: a kindness, an act of mercy. They would not be happy here, the mother and daughter. All they would know in life, as long as they continued to live, is agony and longing.

ROLL 1d20+2. 10 ... HIT! -2 HP + 1.5 HP = 3 HP. ELECTRA HAS 0 / 25 HP REMAINING. ELECTRA HAS BEEN DEFEATED!  GANGLÖT HEALS 2 HP. GANGLÖT HAS 12 / 12 HP REMAINING.

      “Rest.”

      Arcane Downfall swings in a wide arc, the sharp curve of its wicked blade granting Electra soft respite.

[ganglotte]

🎵𝑰'𝒎 𝑩𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑶𝒖𝒕🎵 + 𝑫𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒓𝒊&𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒎&𝑮𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒕 (KKE)​

cleversteel​:

Colm had climbed up very few mountains in his 17 years of living, but last time he had, it hadn’t been that bad!

So, when the ground was far too suffocating for his tastes, he decided to climb the huge mountain range — at least if he wound up back where he started, it’d be at a different altitude. (And besides, he was curious! Surely whatever was up here couldn’t be that bad, could it?)

(d3: 2. COLM HP: 7/10)

It took forever to finally reach a place worthy of being called a pit stop, but that didn’t change the fact that just climbing made him feel ill. It had been nowhere near this bad last time — was this just that goddess lady being petty or something?

(It has to be — there’s no other explanation!)

The space levels off a bit, giving way to an open clearing. Bits of chalkos flicker in and out of existence, and it honestly looked kinda pretty–. Still, Colm stays focused, and after watching for a bit to see how it’s done, he aims for some chalkos of his own.

COLM approaches CHALKOS with THE INTENT TO STEAL! (d20 + 0 = 5. FAIL!)

COLM HP: 4.5/10

Okay, so new discovery: chalkos HURTS. The boy had been quick to dive at it, but at the moment of impact, it just– well, it exploded.

He sits up, adjusting to the new ringing in his ears. Then, after a moment of pause, he stands, declaring:

“Ow…”

@ganglotte​ !

ROLLED 1d3. -1HP GANGLÖT HAS 9/12 HP

Pain cuts through Ganglöt with each step she takes up the mountain, phantom aches tormenting her as she strains to make the trek. She feels lightheaded, and there’s a numbness in her fingers; the sensation brings back memories of drifting along a slow, ice-cold current among unmoving bodies. She grits her teeth and forces her legs to move. She will make it out of this hell. For once, she finds herself grateful for company.

      The journey does not seem easy for any of them — perhaps because she is undead, Ganglöt does not feel their weariness as deeply as they do. She can sense it; there is death in the air. If they are not careful, they will surely die on this journey up the mountain. As much as she relishes in it, she would rather not witness the deaths of anyone on this mission. There is enough for them to deal with, and Ganglöt has no interest in dying again. The butt of Arcane Downfall strikes the stone beneath her feet with every step she takes, providing a sort of support as she makes the trek. 

     Chalkos blinks in and out of existence as they continue up their path. Hubert pauses to collect the ore, but as he bent to grab it, it exploded in his hands. Dimitri also gives it a hand, worry in his voice, but the ore also explodes in his face. Even his horse recoils a bit. Colm, swift-footed and quick-handed, also fails to collect any of the ore.

ROLLED 1d20. 12 +3 CHALKOS

     Ganglöt stoops at a particularly glittering piece of chalkos and sweeps it up into her hands. “...will this be enough? Or would you like to stay here and continue to try your luck at being blinded?”

@crimsonvassalage​

[ganglotte]

✦ rockin’ it

higaneion​:

From one day to the next, there is an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach. Despite the flowing stream in front of them to ease their mind she cannot shake the feeling. Peace can only exist in this strained environment where they were being watched. In some way, she accepted this being to watch over them, but it was an inevitable kind of acceptance. Not so far from that of the event she had witnessed. Though she’s seen it happen in some twisted timeline, this time she was sure there was no bringing the girl back from her fate.

          Lilina has not ventured in the water yet, but she imagines it will be shockingly cold when she does despite the warm air that surrounds them. She forces a much more lighthearted memory to spring to mind stifling any tears that may threaten to leave her. Though she wouldn’t skip any pebbles out of necessity for resources, she recalls a time when she would do so after lessons with her dearest friend ( at least, she thinks those memories still belong to her ). It is cut short when movement is in her peripheral. 

          “Um, Kris…?” She recalls his name in something of a hush. “Won’t you get cold?” she wants to ask. Her gaze flickers to where his shirt was, heat begins to rise from her chest to her ears, and she must force herself to look elsewhere. There was no polite way of addressing so instead, she settles in abandoning the topic completely, “…N-Never mind.” Quickly ducking her head, she focuses her attention on removing her socks and boots so she may also wade in the water. 

          The heat doesn’t leave her, however. It is a different kind of nervous when she looks to her other company. She has always felt intimidated by her presence, be it that she was unfamiliar or her icy cold gaze at everything. Despite it all, she musters a kind expression, a timid and cautious smile. “Do… you have anything to sift the rocks with?” She looks to the flowing water now, “or maybe we’ll get lucky and find stone large enough to have no need for one…” She almost offered her own cape for Ganglöt to use if she had none, but the words stay on her tongue. Perhaps she would never see it again if she did.

@ganglotte

Ganglöt stands by the riverbank, the water rushing past her, staring up into the endless black.

       The presence of the goddess is all around them, bearing down upon them incessantly. It is almost familiar, her omnipresence. Painfully, it reminds Ganglöt of another — but that woman is long gone, a soul that had disappeared long into the mist.

      Ganglöt lowers her gaze as Lilina speaks, the girl’s voice bringing her back to the present. This goddess is not Hel, no matter how badly Ganglöt wishes her to be. She walks down the river towards Kris and Lilina, expression neutral. There is no use in reminiscing, in wanting — it will not save her from this unfamiliar land. It is strange, though: the aching in her chest persists no matter what she tells herself. Perhaps it is because the everlasting darkness reminds her of the blackness of Hel and its endless night. Or is it because of what she had witnessed earlier, the girl falling onto the rocks? No — death had never scared her so. But the girl… she was so familiar… there was a bond between her and the broken body, something almost maternal…

      Gritting her teeth, she forces herself to step into the current, slowly wading her way down to where the other two stood. She no longer desires the company of others, but grudgingly admits that working together is the only way to get them out of this dream swiftly. At Lilina’s bashfulness, Ganglöt almost laughs.

      “Come now, girl, surely you’ve seen more shocking things than a man’s bare chest.” A thin smile pulls at the handmaiden’s lips as she bends down to search the riverbed for stones. “...there is no need. Here, see? Where the water rushes, the stones are large and smooth. Come, hold these.”

ROLL 2d4. 6 STONE + 1 CHALKOS

@unsungblade

[pirrhyc]

do you believe in love?

Mission Task: Chalkos? The god is no mage, she tells you. That said, she is emotional, and the emotions stirred from holding Edelgard and listening to your requests occasionally causes chunks of Chalkos to fall from the sky. You may have to play with her emotions. Grants 4d4 Chalkos.

    If they want anything, they must ask for it from this godlike being. She creates entire worlds and things into being out of nothing but her own will. But at the same time, she is very emotional, he’s noticed. She cradles Edelgard like a baby, unwilling to be parted from her. Mothers are extremely emotional people, perhaps even more than himself, if his experience with Lady Almedha and now this divine being were anything to go off of.

He’s also noticed that when her emotions run high, when some kind of request charged with pathos is swung her way or she even invents some feeling to go with it, chalkos falls from the sky like shooting stars. Explosive but mighty in their potential, this woman’s feelings are equivalent then to this precious ore.

They cannot ask to leave, but they can collect resources still, and this might be the most useful of them all.

He feels bad, knowing what he plans to do, but if it’s the most he can do to help them try and get out of this situation…

( He doesn’t even need to ask for anything, he reminds himself. He can just speak freely then and see where that takes him, but he cannot let the conversation stop. )

If he is going to strike at her emotions, then the strongest emotion of all, one so powerful it is written, sung, painted, and acted out on the stage time and time again through millenia…

“ Tell me, do you have any thoughts on love? 

“ S-Sorry, that’s a weird question for me to just ask out of the blue, isn’t it? ”  It is, but he’s not delicate with his words. He slips and slides with them before careening himself off the edge, but perhaps that works in his favor here. He’ll at least try to mask it as more natural though.  “ I think every night of love. Of every facet of it. Its terrors, its joys, all of it. I don’t mean to be presumptuous, but I’m sure you two do as well, yes? ”

He hopes either she or the other person he’s with goes along with it. There were so many ways to speak of love, after all! Surely, it was an easy enough topic…?

[ganglotte]

Ganglöt sits in the grass, her scythe resting by her feet. She turns a piece of chalkos over in her hand; it had simply fallen out of the ether, right into her lap. She looks up at Edelgard, cradled in the goddess’ arms like a babe. The gesture is gentle, maternal.

      Silent, she listens to Pelleas ask the goddess of love. The handmaid knows what sort of game he is playing here, what he hopes to gain by waxing on about such a thing. The chalkos that falls from the sky will be of use to them, if they can move her enough to summon it.

     Ganglöt turns towards the prince, eyebrow raised. “Every night, dwelling on something so…?” Her voice trails off. She means to say stupid but cannot bring herself to utter the syllables, to deem love to be something trivial. Had she not, after all, chased after the very thing into death itself?

     “...it was love that killed me.” she says after a long silence. “My mother loved me so much that she lowered me into a river of corpses and left me to drift off to the realm of the dead.” 

     She raises her gaze. Her story is a tragic one — would it be enough to procure a gift from this goddess?

     “I do not care for it. To die for love? Hah! You may as well die for nothing.”

ROLL 4d4. 9 CHALKOS

@unsungblade

[ganglotte]

i’m yellin TIMBER!

crimsonvassalage​:

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝑪𝑶𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻 urges him to linger within the proximity of his liege, to play the part of the walking shadow that had engraved his life with duty; logic halts him, demands that he take a moment’s breath to rationalize how best to maximize their efforts. Without a weapon of proper heft to render the trees to logs, his singular endeavor to offer was their defence, but in the moment he’d halted, injury had befallen the sole individual he swore to not let harm befall. 

He procures the dagger at his beltloop——stowed for proper keeping and secrecy, and severs tendons and ligaments from flesh with a proper laceration of his assailant’s nape…not without injury on his behalf; Hubert winces at the sweet sear and sundering of the flesh at his collarbone, pricked and torn ragged by his once unseen foe. Green flesh spills and oozes at the tips of his boots, and he turns he body over, lips pursing, a scoff as rough as gravel his sole response. 

-1HP

HP: 11/12

“Armed as you are, Lady Demise, it would beget us with success if you would end the life of the trees as you do those of these strangers.” 

Swift strides carry him to the side of his liege——who with grace and success procured the first logs of their gathering endeavor. He bends at the knee at gathers the many logs, rising, wound kissing his nerves with flame-like pain. 

“Allow me. I will organize this.” 

Rolled: +6 Wood

The mob blisters, but holds off on a full assault, Ganglöt’s glower and the sharp edge of her scythe keeping them at bay. A dagger flies past her, but Ganglöt swings and the crowd shrinks upon itself.

Hubert seems to injure himself gathering timber, and calls Ganglöt over to aid them in collecting resources. She hesitates, but hurries over in the end when it doesn’t seem like the crowd will move towards them. In her haste, she snags a leg on a branch, but she barely feels it. It will be nothing but a faint sting later.

-1 HP GANGLÖT HAS 10/12 HP

She swings Arcane Downfall at the nearest tree. It splits in half under the force of her swing, yielding a hefty load of lumber.

ROLLED 2d4. 6 WOOD

@hresvelged​ / @crimsonvassalage​

[ganglotte]

✦ we will rock you

crimsonvassalage​:​​

𝑻𝑶 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 warped quarries of the Varley estate’s territory glistening in the mind’s eye——divine enchantments and tales of lore and mystics fooled him not, but to perceive so familiar a political inclination in the depths of slumber…Hubert’s brows drew together, creased, deepening his features. Glistening ores of rich saturations, shimmering in torchlight, orange and tangerine——the moment he tapped one, it ceased to appear altogether, fooling him to tapping on mere rock. 

Rolled: 8 = Failure | -1HP : 11/12

But rock was jagged, slitting the length of a pearly gloved finger; he withdrew with a hiss, stowing his hand away in sharp gestures from view. He erected himself, poised, neutralizing angular features to mask the onslaught of startled searing yielded from an amateur’s delusions. 

These weren’t the decently secured Varley mines, known for their iron productions. This quarry was a deceptive ploy altogether, and there was hardly a thing that could be done save to persevere until its tunneling end. 

“A keen eye you have, Lady Crimea.” He applauds her fortune, teeth gritting together only delicately, lips pressing together to stall the singe of the wound that decorated white gloves pink-ish. Then, she flees, hurrying elsewhere——to perhaps another ally. “And she’s run off.” His head sways in a shake, dark tresses brushing at his image; he turns to the lingering presence of death. 

“Lady Demise, I advise we join them. It does no good to disperse ourselves, thin in rank as we already are.” 

The scenery is starting to become familiar, now.

Ganglöt finds herself in the winding network of rooms again; hadn’t she just been in the market just now? It is strange — her mind feels hazy, but there’s a sort of urgency about her to return quickly. That child — her child (or perhaps it was just her?) — whatever the case, she must get back to that child.

       Her companions her different this time around, save for Hubert. What a funny twist of fate, how they always seem to end up together. Ganglöt feels no need to complain, however; he has proved himself agreeable, capable, and loyal. 

      Their path is first blocked by towering slabs of stone, an obstacle of which only the wide-eyed queen, Elincia, manages to chip away at. Kris seems to have sustained an injury from some other excursion, and Hubert’s gloves tear under the jagged edges. Ganglöt strides to his side, head cocked to the side in observation.

      A faint smile dances upon her mien at the moniker he has given her. “Quite correct. I will clear a better path.”

      She pities Arcane Downfall; the scythe was once Hel’s Reaper, a fearsome instrument of war, harbinger of death. Its cool steel whistling through the air foretold carnage. Ganglöt had taken it and enhanced it, made it sharper, deadlier. Now it is being used to cut down trees and mine rocks.

ROLL 1d20. 18 … PASS ROLLED. 4 STONE

      “Come, let us see what lies ahead.”

@unsungblade​ / @amitieos​ / @crimsonvassalage​

[ganglotte]

i’m yellin TIMBER!

crimsonvassalage​:

𝑵𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑻𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑨 means of preventing the fruition of bloodshed, of paving already so red a path to a deeply saturated hue; all the same, when they succumbed to failure, they were irreparable. The first emerald creature to approach was the unmistakable sign to intervene——Death’s Handmaiden drew first blood, pleasurably ironic to the outcome of her duties, claiming first blood. However, though he harbored no vestige of an inclination to begin to doubt her prowess, Hubert situated himself between his liege and the unruly barbarians——not so close as to ridicule her, but rather to the side, lurking, lingering on the edge, but present nonetheless. 

Diplomacy was no beneficial talent in House Vestra, no natural talent such as within the households of Gerth and Hevring, but perhaps silver-sharp features and proper enormity——masked well by venin-laced words——could deter their foe. A proper plan, too, always benefitted. 

Leaning to speak amongst his group, voice faint, “Allow me to deter our company’s focus elsewhere. It is my offer to provide time for the both of you to garner wood. If I may: start farther back the way we arrived, so that we might convince them that we are departing, only to meager our way deeper once the conflict has passed.” 

“If, that is, this is an approach to this predicament to your liking, Lady Edelgard.”  

Rolled: +6 Wood

Ganglöt yanks Arcane Downfall free from the tree trunk. The body of the protesting man falls onto the forest floor, blood trickling from the gash in his stomach. 

         His allies scream, but Ganglöt is pleased to see Edelgard and Hubert keep their wits about them. But their coolheaded reason will do little against the hysteric crowd. Edelgard tries once more to restate their intentions, but the crowd does not seem willing or capable of listening. Hubert steps forward, offering to handle the situation, but before they could even process what he says, another one of the villagers jumps at them. It catches Ganglöt off guard, and the point of his spear grazes against the handmaiden’s chest.

-1 HP GANGLÖT HAS 11/12 HP 

        She slams the butt of her scythe into his chest and he flies backwards. “Nothing we say will get through to these people. Their idiocy knows no end.”

        Readying Arcane Downfall, she slices it through the air — a warning.

        “Collect what you can. I will make sure they do not bring you harm.”

ROLLED. 4 wood

[ganglotte]

i’m yellin TIMBER!

Ganglöt is less than thrilled to find that she, alongside Edelgard and her vassal, have been sent off to the forest to chop down more trees. Hadn’t their experience in the dungeon been horrific enough? For the good health of those around her, she prays that these trees will prove simpler to fell.

        An odd feeling settles within her as she strides down the path towards the woods, Arcane Downfall slung over her shoulder. It is a strange sense of familiarity — the faces of the soldiers gathered in the village… Ganglöt thinks she spies a glimpse of silver, a flash of lilac. These sightings fill the handmaiden with a chill, a strong sense of dread. She knows these colors, these faces, those eyes. No — no, she is being ridiculous. She knew no one in life, and those she had met in death are not here. The only person she had ever loved is dead, and she will not, could not, return. Inexplicably, Ganglöt feels alive again — alone and afraid in a vast forest. The urge to cry wells up within her, the syllables of a plea for help upon her tongue.

       But you do not scream. No one is coming for you. You were never loved, never wanted. This will be your final resting place: the soil, your grave, the trees, your headstone.

       There is another feeling mixed with the strange ones that had arisen in her — it is a deeply familiar one: the swooping sensation of death is near. But who will it take? For once, Ganglöt is not eager to know.

       To Ganglöt’s surprise, there are already people gathered in the forest once she and her companions arrive. Vaguely, she recognizes them, their faces coming to her as if through a haze: it is the townsfolk, people of the village. They are cold, eyeing them with suspicion, their weapons with fear. 

       “And what’re you lot here for?” snaps one of the villagers, hand hidden within his cloak.

       Ganglöt observes him, expressionless. “...what does it appear we are here for?”

       “How’re we to know, walkin’ up in here axes out?” Ganglöt notes how his arm tenses. “Looks like y’all are out lookin’ for trouble, that’s what it looks like. Take your business somewhere else, we don’t want no part in it.”

       Death sneers, unslinging her scythe from her shoulder. “Stupid. We are here for timber. Take your idiocy someplace else.”

       She raises her arms, primed to swing at the tree — until the villager lunges for her, something silver flashing in his hands.

       Arcane Downfall is brought down in a wide arc, and just like that, the man moves no more. Its blade digs into the tree trunk, lodging itself there as the tree shakes.

ROLLED. 6 wood

@hresvelged or @crimsonvassalage... !

[ganglotte]

dance like you mean it

crimsonvassalage​:

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑹 financial security cushioned the devastation reaped against his typical profit-garnering endeavors——investments ensured by a monopoly devised aptly for proper maximization; reliable clients destined to return, dependant upon strategized methods to procure a necessity. This performance was reliant upon incertitude and generosity; Hubert preferred the means of income be irrevocably sound. Busking, scraping by, grovelling for any pity——shadowed slivers narrowed, thin lips pressed together, pallid; his next swell of notes screeched, banshee-like in their havoc. 

Ecstatic with all good reason——as this was her typicality in achieving generous donations——the songstress extended a hand in truce. To dance. 

Bereft of grace in his sudden halt of music, Hubert resigns the aged instrument to rest where he once obtained it, saved only by the musician who played yet. Dance, though not an affinity in comparison to other tasks, was a skill he was much more adept in, if only of his own whims and particular needs years prior. 

Her attempts to defame him in a twirl caved——his height was his boon. Instead, with gentle movement, he reversed the gesture, swirling her in the outcome. A step, one, two, three more——how to invite the other gleaming soul into their suffering? In easy gestures, he departs Dorothea’s company, exchanging it for the stranger’s; distanced, remote, hardly a step invasive enough to disgruntle boundaries, lime slivers meet lifeless orbs. 

A bow——a performance in the end; he loathed it, though it was a necessity in ensuring this endeavor’s produced finances. “Do try not to ridicule us with your idling.” Her earliest attempt, it declared much about her: dance was not a talent of wraiths. “Allow me to lead, and I will save us face.” 

Rolled: +2 Obols, +1 Herb

Ganglöt watches Dorothea take Hubert’s hand and lead him to dance. She doesn’t even spare Ganglöt a glance, but the handmaiden does not think anything of it. Her dancing is atrocious and appearance unnerving. Perhaps it would be better for the lot of them if she went back inside the small home and busied herself with other tasks.

      But just as she is about to turn and leave the two to their gallivanting, Hubert approaches her, and speaks. It surprises her for him to approach her so casually, so noiselessly. His expression is unchanged, no grimace or strained smile that betrays the sort of fear Ganglöt is so used to seeing in others when they approach her. Instead, he offers his hand and an invitation to dance.

     Ganglöt stares. If she still had blood (or cheeks, for that matter), they would’ve flushed with indignance. Does he think she means to make a horrible spectacle of herself? That her poor imitation of dancing is somehow purposeful, meant to sabotage? The very idea offends Ganglöt to her bones. But nonetheless, she takes Hubert’s hand, albeit grudgingly. He is right, unfortunately.

     She says nothing as Hubert guides her through the steps of a dance. The movements are smoother and more graceful that anything Ganglöt could have dreamt up on her own, and loathe as she is to admit it, he has managed to help her save some face.

ROLLED. 2 OBOLS + 1 WOOD

@scarletrefrain​ ...!

[blaydiud]

kirby kills a tree | Village Minigame Team 1

ganglotte:

Just when it looked as though they will make short work of the tree, they begin to… miss. Completely. Utterly. So badly it is humiliating.

      It is insanity, how she and Dimitri and Edelgard all begin to miss their swings in succession. Is it the disorientation? Is the tree even real? Should they just give up and move past it? Surely there are resources to be found elsewhere…

ROLL 1d20 — 2! MISS! TREE —  31.5/40 HP.

      Ganglöt swears as she misses again. This should not be as difficult as it is.

@blaydiud or @hresvelged … !

It was borderline insanity at this point. All three of them, consecutively missing strikes on a tree- an immobile thing that couldn’t even attack them, and Dimitri couldn’t even begin explaining why they were missing. He wasn’t sure if it was disorientation, or that somehow the tree changed positions, or that his aim just randomly decided to get much worse. He just…it didn’t matter how much he tried to prepare himself for the next blow, the result was the same. As soon as he set his sights on the tree and approached it, not a piece of bark would be cut off from it.

Dimitri facepalmed, letting out an exasperated sigh as frustration and mild desperation boiled. He didn’t even know what to do anymore.

Areadbhar perked up a bit, enough for him to feel a subtle twitch under his hold. The prince was apprehensive seeing how his latest attempts went, but…no, we can’t give up.

Dimitri attacks the Tree! Roll 1D20-6= 8, hit!

Tree HP= 25/40

+2 Wood.

The moment he felt the weight and impact of Areadbhar actually cutting through wood, Dimitri almost wanted to shout in relief and cheer. It wasn’t enough to fell the tree, but…finally. Something. It was something and at this point, it was enough for him. He could only turn to face his teammates with a happy, mildly gobsmacked expression. “I should not be congratulating myself for managing to hit a tree with my weapon but…honestly at this point…”

@ganglotte​ or @hresvelged​

[ganglotte]

There’s an unfamiliar feeling that surges in Ganglöt as Dimitri finally, finally, lands a solid blow against the tree. …Hope? No, perhaps it is something along the lines of satisfaction to see her team finally come to their senses. 

     Whatever the case, it is proof that the tree can be hit, and by extension, taken down. Dimitri’s blow shakes a couple of logs loose; with a couple more blows, it will fall, and they can then move on to the depths of the dungeon. Ganglöt cannot help but feel that there will be other challenges as they proceed, but she thinks after this fiasco with the unkillable tree, they will be of no worry.

ROLL 1d20 — 13! HT! -2 HP TREE —  23/40 HP.

    Arcane Downfall digs into the trunk, leaving a deep gash, yielding two more logs. One more hit, and they will be done with this blasted affair.

@hresvelged ...!

[ganglotte]

kirby kills a tree | Village Minigame Team 1

hresvelged​:​

This feels like a mockery of her being and all that she stands for. 

After Ganglöt and Dimitri fail to strike, she can’t help and question the tree itself. While she may normally deem it an error of their prowess, what are the odds of this happening twice? Slim, more than likely.

She’s content with working alone and showing her true might⁠— How it’s meant to be done. The princess is confident in her abilities to illustrate its simplicity. At least, so she thinks.

Edelgard attacks the tree -> 1d20-2: 4. Miss.

The glow of Aymr dims for the briefest of moments, as if it was done playing this game. Still, what her mind settles on is the sheer embarrassment of missing a stagnant being. It is impossible to miscalculate its movements, for it has nowhere to go in the first place. Edelgard’s cheeks glisten the lightest of pinks, dropping her tensed shoulders as she momentarily retreats backwards. “Ugh. This is ridiculous. How could all of us fail at such a simple task..?”

@blaydiud​ @ganglotte​

Just when it looked as though they will make short work of the tree, they begin to… miss. Completely. Utterly. So badly it is humiliating.

      It is insanity, how she and Dimitri and Edelgard all begin to miss their swings in succession. Is it the disorientation? Is the tree even real? Should they just give up and move past it? Surely there are resources to be found elsewhere…

ROLL 1d20 — 2! MISS! TREE —  31.5/40 HP.

      Ganglöt swears as she misses again. This should not be as difficult as it is.

@blaydiud​ or @hresvelged​ ... !​

[ganglotte]

kirby kills a tree | Village Minigame Team 1

blaydiud​:

Dimitri allows himself to psych-up beforehand, holding Areadbhar firmly as his two companions slowly but successfully chop down the tree. This was no enemy, there was no excuse for his failing to even scratch at the tree. It was literally immobile!

Areadbhar still refused to flare up, sitting still in his grasp. With no smell of battle or promise of blood, the lance simply refused to even bother twitching.

A sigh. “Come on, I am asking you the bare minimum…” He mumbled to himself, frowning at his own weapon. Once he looked up, it was once more his turn to act. Giving Areadbhar another squeeze to try to urge the relic to action, he approached the tree once more. I won’t disappoint them again.

Dimitri attacks the Tree! 1D20-6= 6, hit! 

Tree HP= 31.5/40

+2 Wood.

It was nothing compared to what the prince was used to seeing from his relic- no blazing disposition, no violent gashes, no relentlessness, just a regular, fairly normal chop. Of course, it was already a step forward compared to his first attempt, but Dimitri couldn’t help but be disappointed in his own lance- and in himself still. “Good job, team! Let us continue, just a couple more hits!”

@ganglotte​

This cannot be a normal tree.

     If it were, it surely would have fallen after Dimitri and Edelgard had struck. But in this world of dreams, Ganglöt comes to understand that she should not expect anything to be ordinary. They are making progress, though — another few good swings and the tree should be no more, freeing them to move on from this chamber in the dungeon.

ROLL 1d20 — 5! MISS! TREE —  31.5/40 HP.

    But when Ganglöt swings again, all she manages to get are a couple leaves off the top of the tree. She grits her teeth. Too high. She prays the other two hadn’t noticed anything as she readies Arcane Downfall for another strike. Gods, this is going to take forever. She has met suits of armor more eager to fall than this damned tree.

@blaydiud or @hresvelged​ ... !

[blaydiud]

kirby kills a tree | Village Minigame Team 1

Closed starter for @hresvelged and @ganglotte

In true fashion of what a dream is, their wanderings through the marketplace quickly dissolved into what felt like a slurry of voices, sounds and visuals. Nothing made sense and it felt as if he were falling even though he still felt his feet touching the floor- and the weight of the odd hand on his shoulder. That person…

He had just seen their face, yet his brain failed to memorize its features other than green. 

The next things the prince noticed were the weight of Areadbhar in his hand, the fact that he was now in what seemed to be a dungeon network of sorts, and finally that he was at the very least accompanied by others- Edelgard and Ganglöt. Not the same people who he had gone to the marketplace with but teammates nonetheless. “Is…everyone okay?”

Dimitri was at a loss as to why Areadbhar was now with him. He could only hope that it was due to weird dream logic and not because a threat was lurking in the shadows. Still though, he marched through the area with his guard up until they reached a chamber with nothing but a tree in its middle.

Tree stands before Team 1!

“Well…we are in need of resources, so perhaps we can get some wood out of this tree. We can try to cut it down swiftly and take some logs as we try to find the exit.” Gripping Areadbhar with both hands, he sighed and approached the tree.

Dimitri attacks the Tree! Roll1D20-6= -3!

Tree HP= 40/40

He blinked. The prince found himself facing a wall, the tree behind him. Turning around to try to make sense of the situation…he had no words. Areadbhar hadn’t even flared to life, it was still dormant.

“M…My apologies, my mind is still trying to make sense of the situation. This will not happen again.” He bonked himself in the head, cheeks pink with embarrassment.

[ganglotte]

The change in scenery is sudden and disorienting — but is a welcome change. If she were made to dance any longer, Ganglöt thinks she might have killed herself.

       When her vision clears, she finds herself somewhere underground in a sort of dungeon-like network of rooms alongside the two House Leaders: Edelgard and Dimitri. In the center of the room is a large tree, its leaves strangely green for something growing underground. Silently, Ganglöt observes the two of them, satisfied. Strong allies… good. They will be useful in the coming foray into this mysterious world.

      “...I am unharmed.” Ganglöt watches as Dimitri approaches the tree, strange lance in hand. She expects him to swing at the tree so that they may collect what they need and be on their way, but to her surprise he turns and swings at… nothing. The spear whistles through the air, cutting through the empty space. …had Ganglöt misjudged him? The prince immediately becomes apologetic once he realizes what has happened, saying that it will not happen again.

      “Allow me.” Ganglöt steps forward, Arcane Downfall raised high. Her grip tightens, and she brings down the scythe. 

ROLL 1d20 — 19! HIT! TREE — 36/40 HP.

      She expected such a strike to fell the entire tree, but all she is rewarded with is a single piece of timber. Ganglöt stares at it, blank shock in her eyes.

      “Perhaps our efforts would be more effective if we all tried to cut it down… together.”

@hresvelged