Rain World is a game about appreciating the little things as they come and go. The connections you make with the scavengers, that one time a vulture ate a predator that would've killed you, the lizard you had to leave behind in another region
It's about the little kindnesses creatures who are otherwise only thinking of themselves give to one another
When Five Pebbles gives you the mark and the k10, you can literally just spend as much time as you want having fun, finding pearls, looking at creatures, and just exploring the world before you can go to the Void Sea
There's a reason why the Shaded pearl's qualia was shit like "eating a tasty meal" and "watching dust on the windowsill", because it's the small things
And yet, you still have to learn to let go
The echoes are stuck here not because they appreciated the world, but because they cannot leave it behind
The Chimney Canopy echo cannot let go of how much the world has changed. The Shaded Citadel echo cannot let go of their precious memories and what it was like to live in a "flesh prison"
The world is constantly shifting and changing and you have to be able to accept that change and be effortless like the jellyfish, instead of tangling yourself up in your own mind
The world is vast and scary, and its easy to want to stay in the comfort of your own memories, thinking about how good it USED to be. Trying to find what is long gone
Survivor was separated as a pup, and even as a grown slugcat continues to reminisce and grieve up until they meet FP, and instead set on ascending and accepting that they will never find their family, and that's ok
I was tagged by @carnivaley one day after my last WIP for my 38th chapter because she wants me to share the rest of the Orin scene. So I will show the rest of this.
I'm tagging @2000213a @saylonmain @astrmoon25 @gortashsrighthand @sadsandwich1 and @moon-trix not because I want them to do a WIP, because at least 2 of you have also done WIP in response to my last post, but because I thought y'all would enjoy more of my Orin writing.
So, let's continue from where we left off, shall we?:
As she laid on the bed, bear in hand, and let her worries melt away she began to hear footsteps coming down towards her new room. In a flash she stuffed the bear under the blankets and rushed to grab Bloodthirst. As her cultists entered she approached them, with a calm and sadistic smile. The cultists enter her room, their expressions far from pleased, “Lady Orin, we must speak.” Their venom leaking through every word.
Orin did her best to put on her most vile, sadistic, evil face even if she currently was not feeling as though she were Bhaal’s daughter, “Oh?” She said, matching her normal tone despite not knowing why her followers are here, “Have you come to disturb my devotion, to damage my display? Come, do not stand silently, speak!”
Her cultists continued, “We are furious at you! While Bhaal’s True Chosen,” a term she hated, Bhaal may have once chosen her sister yet now his will is undecided, “is out in the streets, killing and searching, you waste away here. You devote your time to yourself and not to our Lord, you go above ground to find paint and not to slaughter, and you do not even pray!”
Orin looks on at them, annoyed they’re accusing her of failing their lord, “Is that all you wished to say to me? That you do not hear my prayers, that you criticize the art I make for our lord even as I still work on putting his divinity onto canvas, and you critique me for my sister’s doing?!” Orin glances to Bloodthirst, “Perhaps I’ll bring her your head and tell her of your annoyance?”
The cultists, none of whom she remotely knew or cared for, didn’t relent, “Lady Orin, we tire of waiting for the true Chosen to appear. Set aside these childish delusions of yours and see to it that the true Chosen is here by the morrow.” Their voices grow tired as they begin to leave, “If she does not appear, we will carve our next sacrament in your skull.”
Orin scoffed at that, should any of them even dream of putting their blades in their flesh she’d rearrange their spines. Though, as silence returned to her room she began to worry. She…she thought there was more time, there had to be more time, she needed more time! She just got her sister back, she can’t lose her now! No,no,no,no,no,no,no, NO! Not now, not when everything is almost perfect! Her sister is back! She just got her back! WHY!? WHY BHAAL!?
Orin throws herself back into her bed and grabs Sir Bearington tightly. She didn’t know what she could do to stall more? What else could she possibly do?! Maybe she could kill the dissenters? No, Bhaal would be furious and she’d lose her chance at being Chosen. She can’t run or hide, again Bhaal would not stand for it.
She loudly sighed into Sir Bearington and tried so hard to figure out any way around this, yet never finding success. She looked to the bear as if he would somehow come to life and answer Orin’s problem, but alas he would stay lifeless. As much as he has helped her in the past, this time he will be woefully useless.
In her desperation, Orin walked over to her desk. She pulled out a parchment and began to write. She had first thought about making a plea, some kind of request for help, but she knew that wouldn’t work.
Orin began to write and decided it would simply be best to inform her sister about the new situation. How the duel will happen tomorrow or else. She was not malicious or evil, she couldn’t do that right now. Her words were laced with sympathy, her fear clear on every letter as her handwriting had none of the flourishes she normally would include. Orin knew that Halsin would not survive if the duel did not happen and made sure to include that in the end, and she begged her sister to please oh please not come today. To wait till tomorrow, to give the two maybe one last day of peace.
In that, she also left an address. She knew Shadowheart was close to her sister, so perhaps leading them to where the Sharran’s are would be a good way to keep her sister from coming right to the temple and dueling.
Orin continues to assess her painting, still trying to see if everything looks perfect. The way her sister hands her the bear feels right, the red on her skin looks well layered and this was many years before the tattoos so those aren’t present yet. She thinks she got a good depiction of her sister’s face, the soft care and joy as she looks on at Orin even amid all the confusion of that day.
Got inspired awhile back with this chapter🥹 Love their relationship, and how Ducks really tore our hearts out with it😭💔
And with this, I guess IAM OUT OF ARTBLOCK!? There's a few planned arts after this, hehe. Will post wip if I can 🙏
Enot: From illegal spying tactics, brain scans, and eldritch knowledge, I can confirm your hallucinations are busted and must be abused in order to deliver the most mental trauma possible. Even disregarding the almost seer level aspects of this ability, the sheer insult and mind-fuckery potential is off the charts! Who can comeback at you when you somehow reveal deep seeded traumas and insult them for looking a way that does not exist. I do hope you consider adding this to your arsenal.
