#{catchin'}

[the-real-moorbugs]

Greymoor was once a Place of Much Farming? Why not try making a Farm Here and Renew that Profession? The Environment has seen Better Days but I think if you just get some Good Water and Soil Imported You can Do It! Get some stuff from the Moss Grotto!

Hmm...

Well, y'know, maybe..? It'd be real hard to get the necessary supplies, but-

Crey, are you stupid? Did you forget about the massive flying angry mite that would definitely eat or destroy any crop we tried to grow?

Oh... yeah I forgot 'bout that. Damn...

[the-real-moorbugs]

[The wind around them picks up slightly, before..]

Greetings, Bugs of the Moor....

@Town-of-grey-moor

Brink!! Why the hell's the wind talkin' to us??

I don't fucking know?? I'm just as confused as you are.

Uhm... Hi, whatever you are..?

HI

No- Yerk I wasn't talking to you, damnit!

((since you tagging yourself didn't work: @town-of-grey-moor))

[the-real-moorbugs]

[Yerk saw a Vicious Caranid lazily flying close to the ground.]

[They looked to be in terrible condition. A blue vine was wrapped around their shell, piercing their mask. Their stinger was hanging off by aforementioned vine, too.]

[@vicious-caranid]

The hell's up with you? An' why are ya covered in a bunch o' blue shit?

[Yerk hungrily looks at the vine.]

[the-real-moorbugs]

A green mantis approached the three bugs with a worried expression. Looks like they’re stressed about something.

“Excuse me for distracting you from your… holy work… But I need your help, bugs three. My friend is in dire need of someone to help them from a very dangerous infection. Do you have any information on a bug known as ‘The Knight’ or ‘Ghost?’ They are a warrior of… some kind. If not, then I still thank you for listening to my ask.”

@a-verdanian-mantis

Why aren't you a funny lookin' one! Naw though, we ain't heard o' no ghosts or knights. An' we're definitely not the best fer help with any sorta infection, last we had o' those almost all of us kicked the ol' bucket!

SICK? TAKE

[Yerk hands the mantis a dish of cut up Mites and Craws. It looks disgusting, but cuisine isn't exactly pretty in the Moors.]

[the-real-moorbugs]

*a tiny vessel crawls up to all of them, staring curiously.*

@tec-and-nugget

Oi, the hell ya want? Can't ya see I'm workin' here?

HI

WHAT NAME?

[the-real-moorbugs]

ya’ll are weird

The hell you just call me?!

That we are, strange bug. That we are.

[Crey glares angrily at Brink.]

[Yerk is too busy chasing a Mite in circles to know what is happening.]

[the-real-moorbugs]

[jingle jingle jingle..]

( @appealing-jingles !!)

Oi! Hell's that sound? You guys 'ear that?

Shut up Crey, it's probably nothing.

If I had arms right now I'd whack you with my staff, ey!

Whatever.

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[the-real-moorbugs]

*throws peas at you*

[Peas are now stuck in all of their flea fur.]

I hate you.

[Crey is desperately trying to get the peas out by shaking violently.]

What is with these bugs?!?!

[Yerk seems happy.]