Nashawryn wrote:
26. You pull up a trinket that belongs to someone you know.
Hidden Beauty looked at the object caught on her hook. Then she looked over at Tricks. “Umm, is this yours?” She wasn’t sure if she’d get an answer though.
Tricks sighs and looks towards Hidden Beauty, not expecting much. But there - was that? No... But it was! Her pink feather!

"AND THAT'S WHEN I SAW IT!" she screams, causing the front row to leap back. "My mother's pink feather necklace- in the grubby paws of a horde of mice! My mother would never leave her feathers on the ground, she was very serious about her looks. No, you see," A deep sigh. "They ate her," Tricks flops backwards onto the stump. "My mother went out to get food for us and was AMBUSHED. Cut down in her prime. I was devastated. In that moment, all that mattered to me was retrieving that feather. The one thing I'd have left of my dear mother. So I ran at them screaming and ready to fight. I could take them! They had the element of surprise against my mom, but me? I was born for combat. Their fear was palpable. They retreated instantly into the surrounding brush. I howled with fury. My revenge, unfulfilled. But the feather was mine. A beacon of hope I wear around my neck to this day. It reminds me that anyone can be taken from you at any moment and to live life to it's fullest every day!"
"My...my..." The shadows around Tricks vibrate as she reaches out towards the sodden pink feather.
"MY FEATHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!"
Her howl shakes the Stump from its stillness. The crew shouts and stumbles as the wood creaks and rocks back and forth. A groaning noise fills the air as wooden tendrils lift out from beneath the inky black waves.
"I'M TIRED OF DOING THIS!" Tricks yells into the water.
It gurgles back angrily and, suddenly, a black mass begins to rise from below. A gargantuan shape with tentacle-like strands and an unnerving, stark-white face pulled into an eerie smile. It emanates an aura of sickness and shadow.
"I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE!" Tricks roars. The entity reels back as if slapped, before letting out an earth-shattering screech. It is angry.
IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOOOOWN

The Stump is shaking. Wood is splintering. Tricks is shouting obscenities at a giant shadow beast. The ghost from below floats to you.
"How do you fight a monster born of your own fears and insecurities?" She whispers.
"Speak them out loud - take away its power!"
You have no idea what she's talking about- you literally fell into this place by accident. You're incredibly well-adjusted and have no fears or dark secrets or baggage or worries whatsoever... or do you? Maybe you could shout at the shadow and cause some emotional damage?
"NO!" The weird creature from the logs speeds over to you.
"Physical damage is best! ROCKS! THROW ROCKS AT IT! DO IIIIT"
Rocks could work maybe? Or some other form of weaponry? There were a lot of weird things down below that could be used to maim something. But were you strong enough to throw the rocks to such a great distance? Maybe!
Well, you'll have to figure out your plan and do SOMETHING to help - or this Stump is going down.
This last week is pretty casual and chaotic in the way that there are NO forms or structure. Your only goal is to fight the monster somehow with something and get out of here. No dice rolls necessary, no sprawling RP necessary.
All you need to do is post in here with at least a sentence that tells me what your kin does to help fight this shadow monster and you're entered into the final raffle.