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4. Some of the swampland creatures got curious at the kin traipsing through their home. You seem to be making an awful lot of noise and they want you gone asap! They brought you some mushrooms to help speed the process along. (+3 mushrooms)
3.You seem to have stumbled into a large thicket of brambles. It takes you some time to pull all the thorns out of your sides and in the process of removing the thorns, you lose some mushrooms. (-2 mushrooms)
2. In the remnants of a decaying log, you find the mother load. The largest mushrooms you've ever seen! And even more lucky, you remember these mushrooms and know they're good to eat! (+5 mushrooms)
3.You seem to have stumbled into a large thicket of brambles. It takes you some time to pull all the thorns out of your sides and in the process of removing the thorns, you lose some mushrooms. (-2 mushrooms)
6. Seems like another group of swampland creatures doesn't like you stealing their mushrooms. They perform an elaborate trick of death defying skill while another swipes some mushrooms! (-1 mushroom)
Well. That was... most of a feast finished off, at least. But before she could continue, she needed some mushrooms. A lot of mushrooms.
Her first look out seemed successful enough. She kept an eye out for deadfalls, wood that had had time to begin to decay, and sure enough, she found the remains of a tree trunk, absolutely stuffed with large, edible mushrooms... and she spied an absolute beauty of a second crop. The only trouble was, she'd have to go through a thicket to get them.
As she considered how best to do it, she heard chittering-- and saw a squirrel retreating, leaving extra mushrooms in its wake. She tucked those away, and started wading through what felt like the thinnest part of the brambles. It was a simple enough matter to drag her way through-- harder to keep her hair and tail from snagging, but with a slow enough pace, she managed it just fine, plucking the next crop and putting them into her bag before carefully making her way back through. Afterwards, she checked herself over-- and noticed a hole in her bag.
She cursed, taking the time to quickly patch it, sliding in a sheaf of bark where the hole was to keep the remaining crop inside. But even so, somehow, when she returned to Bash, her crop was another mushroom lighter-- all the caught in the corner of her eye was a bird swooping away, almost smacking flat against a tree trunk before quickly redirecting and flying off.