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seasonsrpg2026-03-04 06:19 pm
bleatingdeath) wrote in seasonsrpg2026-03-04 06:19 pm
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The Flowers Tell All [OPEN]
WHO: The Lamb bleatingdeath and anyone who drops by
WHAT: The Lamb is curious about the death rules of this world
WHEN: Whenever is good for you is good for me
WHERE: The Flower Yard
WARNINGS: Talk of life and death in this world and another, resurrection, possibly any themes here on The Lamb's extra permissions, touching minds with words, vague mentions to their cult, will update if things change!
Small note: I tag match so tag how you like! The Lamb does not speak verbally, so they will use hand speak, mind speak, or use their phone to write things down for your character to talk to them. Just let me know if you don't want them talking to your character through the mind just let me know! I use italics for the Lamb's mind speak for reference.
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There were many things to research and learn from this land. It was so different than the Lands of the Old Faith that establishing a small flock in Sunwaning was not difficult, especially since they had Narinder to thank for gaining the land required at the time, but even now the Lamb found it fascinating.
Yes, there was the encroaching Darkness that they knew of - were warned of - that the quests and tasks those in charge asked for help with. Simple things - they were used to questing, to crusading - it was necessary to do from time to time.
Otherwise? They had been free to do what they liked. Their flock tended to themselves without needing them 24/7 as they had in their lands originally, which gave them time to explore, research, and learn from those around them.
They also knew they were not the only God of Death in this realm. There were others who had similar powers, roles, or the like that they had. One sensed these things from time to time, but none of the others challenged them in some sort of gladiatorial combat, for which they were glad of it. They didn't wish to fight if they didn't have to.
They would, if need be, but most of their time was spent simply being. A nice feeling, one they enjoyed, but their wanderings around Ellipsa had them curious about other things.
Mainly, the fact that they couldn't resurrect people any longer. That part of their power had waned. Or was blocked somehow. The Lamb figured it had to do with the lands itself, as they could still feel life and death starkly, but it was simply different here.
They hadn't told any of their flock that they could no longer do this. Or Narinder. They did not wish to worry any of them.
Instead? They decided to follow the sensations that called to them. Death still existed in this realm - just differently - and in their wandering - they finally found it.
The Flower Yards.
The Lamb walks it carefully, ears perked as their bell jingles with each step, eyes watching as they can sense both bits of life and death here among the flowers. Curiosity makes them focus on what differs with each flower - some are buds, others are not - both feel differently to the small walking cloud of wool and fleece.
Considering what they feel, they can only reason that this is why they cannot resurrect others - the flowers are the key here. It's a curious feeling, they find, as they crouch near a pair - one open, one not - and hold out their hands to them to get a true feeling of the flowers themselves.
Perhaps one of those flowers belongs to someone nearby. Perhaps a visitor? Perhaps your own?
Will you approach a tiny god of Death to ask them what they are doing? Or simply wait for them to notice you?
The choice is yours.
bleatingdeath and anyone who drops byWHAT: The Lamb is curious about the death rules of this world
WHEN: Whenever is good for you is good for me
WHERE: The Flower Yard
WARNINGS: Talk of life and death in this world and another, resurrection, possibly any themes here on The Lamb's extra permissions, touching minds with words, vague mentions to their cult, will update if things change!
Small note: I tag match so tag how you like! The Lamb does not speak verbally, so they will use hand speak, mind speak, or use their phone to write things down for your character to talk to them. Just let me know if you don't want them talking to your character through the mind just let me know! I use italics for the Lamb's mind speak for reference.
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There were many things to research and learn from this land. It was so different than the Lands of the Old Faith that establishing a small flock in Sunwaning was not difficult, especially since they had Narinder to thank for gaining the land required at the time, but even now the Lamb found it fascinating.
Yes, there was the encroaching Darkness that they knew of - were warned of - that the quests and tasks those in charge asked for help with. Simple things - they were used to questing, to crusading - it was necessary to do from time to time.
Otherwise? They had been free to do what they liked. Their flock tended to themselves without needing them 24/7 as they had in their lands originally, which gave them time to explore, research, and learn from those around them.
They also knew they were not the only God of Death in this realm. There were others who had similar powers, roles, or the like that they had. One sensed these things from time to time, but none of the others challenged them in some sort of gladiatorial combat, for which they were glad of it. They didn't wish to fight if they didn't have to.
They would, if need be, but most of their time was spent simply being. A nice feeling, one they enjoyed, but their wanderings around Ellipsa had them curious about other things.
Mainly, the fact that they couldn't resurrect people any longer. That part of their power had waned. Or was blocked somehow. The Lamb figured it had to do with the lands itself, as they could still feel life and death starkly, but it was simply different here.
They hadn't told any of their flock that they could no longer do this. Or Narinder. They did not wish to worry any of them.
Instead? They decided to follow the sensations that called to them. Death still existed in this realm - just differently - and in their wandering - they finally found it.
The Flower Yards.
The Lamb walks it carefully, ears perked as their bell jingles with each step, eyes watching as they can sense both bits of life and death here among the flowers. Curiosity makes them focus on what differs with each flower - some are buds, others are not - both feel differently to the small walking cloud of wool and fleece.
Considering what they feel, they can only reason that this is why they cannot resurrect others - the flowers are the key here. It's a curious feeling, they find, as they crouch near a pair - one open, one not - and hold out their hands to them to get a true feeling of the flowers themselves.
Perhaps one of those flowers belongs to someone nearby. Perhaps a visitor? Perhaps your own?
Will you approach a tiny god of Death to ask them what they are doing? Or simply wait for them to notice you?
The choice is yours.