#hermitbox lore

[rendogs-mailbox]

Continuation with @itlw-mailbox

[Martyn was asleep]

[ren felt a lot more awake now, definitely glad he slept. He sits up, looking over at martyn, making sure he’s properly passed out. He does his best to make no noise as he gets up, looking at a few of the weapons scattered across the floor]

[the diamond axe is gone, probably just buried in the mess- he’ll look for that later, picking up an iron sword for how, looking over the enchantments to figure out whether it’s best to just throw it out or keep it]

[skizzs-mailbox]

[redstone time!]

[which should not be as terrifying as it is. Even looking at the dust just gives him bad memories, grian’s laugh ringing in his ears as his hands twitch and screams replay in his head]

[that was on the impossible Minecraft server though! This is hermitcraft, he’s safe here]

[plus, it’s not like he’ll get any better by avoiding it. And he has to get better at it, if he wants impulse to finally be proud of it. He has to be good, perfect even. He wants him to be proud]

[he sucks in a breath, taking a few steps closer to his chests, opening the one specifically for redstone- and immediately closing it. He can’t do this. His hands are shaking like crazy, and that laugh is still playing in his head, that crazy laugh that he usually loves but not now, not with this, not at that time]

[docs-mailbox]

He’s cooking fish by the campfire. Completely alone, but hey, what else is new.

[zeds-mailbox]

[After zed's earlier message about doing science, Skizz hadn't been too concerned about the looping death messages. Surely Pearl, Doc and Zed were just doing something together, Ren only died once with that message so it had to be some kind of optional thing!]

[He had zoned the pinging of his comm out until a certain ringtone sang, the bleating of a sheep. He checks his messages from Zed, brow furrowing. That can't be good.]

[Skizz doesn't head there with anything except his armour, weapons, flint and steel and some obsidian to make a portal. Surely by 'stuck in the nether', Zed just meant stuck because of mobs or maybe his portal broke, who knows! It has to be one of those, its what makes sense]

[He slips through his portal, heading to spawn. Seeing two people there, he pauses to watch as they take some damage, concern growing as they seem to die with no enemies around]

"Zeddle dop?"

[Skizz gets closer, focusing on Zed first, looking at him for any sign of injuries - arrows, wither affect, anything. He glances at the other hermit, noticing the same lack of visible damage]

"Doccy boy? What's goin' on, experiment gone wrong?"

[This feels like a very intense science experiment. Death loop is something he could see Doc coming up with but why would Doc include himself in this and not already leave?]

@skizzs-mailbox

Skizz! My knight in shining armor, I require of you some, um, some help, please.

Zedaph was killed while trying to hurt Wrath of the GOAT!

[falses-mailbox]

False was on a run with Laika.

It was good exercise for the both of them, and she was in a slightly better mindset. She had a goal today. Today she needed conduits. The only problem is, she had no idea where to find them.

She made it back to her base, and got some food and water for Laika. As the pup ate, she pulled out her communicator and started typing.

FalseSymmetry: Anyone know where to find conduits?

She prayed someone would give her an answer without question, and she prayed that the Poe Poe wouldn’t see. She wasn’t sure if helping Ren was legal or not.

[sincerely-some-guy]

[That was.. something. I lay on the ground, curled up and just trying to process it all- and I was blue? When had I turned into an allay? That certainly didn’t help the situation.]

[The Allay laid on the pale moss of the garden, its wings twitched as it began to right itself from the floor to a float.]

[Everything was much larger, and more intimidating when you were 6 inches tall, and the last time I’d entered a pale forest was back in wild life, which certainly didn’t help my nerves.]

[The Allay chimed softly, it began to float, staying close to the moss floor and it began its search for literally any animal, or person.]

- @itlw-mailbox

[ the sound of rustling leaves and someone humming came into earshot. and then - from behind a bunch of bushes, someone appeared. ]

[ a rather tall elf with a multitude of scars all over his skin, with an axe in hand, singing a little song to himself, came into view. his hair was grey and tinted purple at the ends, his eyes the same colour to match. however, upon seeing the allay, he stopped moving, tilting his head curiously to the side. the axe was immediately removed from his hands and put into his inventory, as he crouched down to get a better look. ]

well, hello there, little guy. [ the elf said, with a friendly smile on his face. ] i've never seen something like you in the pale garden before - how did you manage to get in here?

[ this must be him - the penpal. ]

[mumbos-mailbox]

[his things are scattered everywhere, half made blueprints barely drawn out]

[he is no where in sight, but if you listen, maybe there is soft crying under the desk, hiding away from where he can’t see the moon. Sure he can’t confirm what others are saying like this but.. but he can’t make himself look at it]

[this can’t be happening again. He can’t do this again. He can’t let another season be lost like this, more proof he’s good luck, god they should have never let him start the season off.. magic mountain would think he’s crazy if he asks them to hide in a bunker somewhere but he just wants them to be safe, he can’t lose them, he can’t let them be in danger]

[the world is shaking around him. Thunderous waves, almost knocking things off his desk]

[or maybe the world isnt shaking. Maybe its just him as he struggles to gasp down air]

[he’s fine. This will be fine. He’ll make sure its fine, he’ll fix this. He will not let a moon destroy another season even if trying to get rid of it destroys him in the process]

[bigbs-mailbox]

@pearls-mailbox Alright, let’s go over this one more time. What’s the plan once we get into the forest?