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            <title><![CDATA[The 18th Cycle's Fury]]></title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Outside the Sealed Gates of Turlo the Lost Pilgrims gather, having just solved the Ruined Shrine Riddles and unlocking the Molten Talisman. As the gates open an out of breath member from Gunther’s party approaches from behind and calls out for his attention. As Gunther turns a brief flash of red darts pas which he ignores. His focus is drawn on the approaching member who seems quite distraught.Guile approaches Gunther and explains that the Fury has taken off into Mt Turlo with the Molten Tali...]]></description>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Outside the <a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://wagdie.wiki/en/locations/sealed_gate_of_turlo">Sealed Gates of Turlo</a> the Lost Pilgrims gather, having just solved the <a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://wagdie.wiki/en/lore/ruined_shrine">Ruined Shrine</a> Riddles and unlocking the <a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x1d38150f1fd989fb89ab19518a9c4e93c5554634/20">Molten Talisman.</a></p><p>As the gates open an out of breath member from Gunther’s party approaches from behind and calls out for his attention. As Gunther turns a brief flash of red darts pas which he ignores. His focus is drawn on the approaching member who seems quite distraught.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/0d5167829970d07f308b1ae6a0417a5878aa1bf4afc62a5e5cf24e0d529b593b.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>Guile approaches Gunther and explains that the Fury has taken off into Mt Turlo with the Molten Talisman. Before Wolfsblood can object, Guile goes in after the Fury, vowing to retrieve the Token of Concord.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/14dc90d443c6676408b602528ddfb53457e7e7e66bbfa766ee58ee84a621ad9d.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Unknown Fury:</strong> 𝔅𝔢𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔗𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔯𝔰. 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔬𝔱𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔜𝔬𝔯𝔫 &amp; 𝔜𝔬𝔤𝔤 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢.</p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://etherscan.io/tx/0x2b46c4f968219e50848c6fe005fbc6253df8c86604d7b5f3c8dac6e763612810">https://etherscan.io/tx/0x2b46c4f968219e50848c6fe005fbc6253df8c86604d7b5f3c8dac6e763612810</a></p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/11eae653462fd724c3385d16a895ab4558814b96ed5c03fcf20c0f3487e559a4.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><h2 id="h-fury-introductions" class="text-3xl font-header !mt-8 !mb-4 first:!mt-0 first:!mb-0">Fury Introductions</h2><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://twitter.com/yuriasfury/status/1560297773756448770?s=46&amp;t=ry-vRxuaglsDKNQLvXkt0g">https://twitter.com/yuriasfury/status/1560297773756448770?s=46&amp;t=ry-vRxuaglsDKNQLvXkt0g</a></p><p>The Fury who attacked and killed Guile is revealed to be Yuria’s Madness, and she is not alone. Her sister, Yuria’s Fury makes their inroductions. Together they cheer on the blood and carnage of those who walk the Right Path.</p><p>As the Lost Pilgrims journey nears the Raptor Burrows, excitement grows..</p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://twitter.com/yuriasfury/status/1560806285003706368?s=20&amp;t=10jGvT0TC7lhAXJrnjL1Iw">https://twitter.com/yuriasfury/status/1560806285003706368?s=20&amp;t=10jGvT0TC7lhAXJrnjL1Iw</a></p><p>The Fury sisters enter the Burrows ahead of the Lost Pilgrims, ecstatic by all the excitement in the Turlo. It’s not often such a treacherous place gets visitors.</p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://twitter.com/yuriasfury/status/1562144439497363456?s=46&amp;t=ry-vRxuaglsDKNQLvXkt0g">https://twitter.com/yuriasfury/status/1562144439497363456?s=46&amp;t=ry-vRxuaglsDKNQLvXkt0g</a></p><p>The Raptors feast on The Pilgrims before they enter the heart of Mount Turlo. Having heard word of another intruder, Molosh, being fought and scared off by the Pilgrims the Furies and Raptors decide to let the remaining travelers leave, most in peace.</p><p>Although peace doesn’t mean they will stop a foolish Pilgrim, not of Turlo blood, from trying to tame a raptor..</p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://twitter.com/yuriasfury/status/1564292134869540864?s=20&amp;t=Q3aAYG-JtdsXvwo7VvlGEg">https://twitter.com/yuriasfury/status/1564292134869540864?s=20&amp;t=Q3aAYG-JtdsXvwo7VvlGEg</a></p><h2 id="h-an-apprentice" class="text-3xl font-header !mt-8 !mb-4 first:!mt-0 first:!mb-0">An Apprentice</h2><p>Natasha Sult, a member of Gunther Wolfsblood party and participant of the Turlo 30 finds herself fascinated by the Fury. In an effort to join their ranks as an apprentice she approaches Yuria’s Madness.</p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://twitter.com/i/status/1564726640034295808">https://twitter.com/i/status/1564726640034295808</a></p><p>As the Lost Pilgrims depart The Turlo, a straggler is eaten by one of the Raptors. Yuria’s Madness and Natasha approach the scene afterwards and collect a memento.</p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://twitter.com/yuriasmadness/status/1565023926144487424?s=20&amp;t=qcykh5oolQc-tBywaEq4bQ">https://twitter.com/yuriasmadness/status/1565023926144487424?s=20&amp;t=qcykh5oolQc-tBywaEq4bQ</a></p><h2 id="h-go-to-church-for-war" class="text-3xl font-header !mt-8 !mb-4 first:!mt-0 first:!mb-0">Go to Church for War</h2><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://twitter.com/yuriasmadness/status/1569041974199721984?s=20&amp;t=7u-ZvlNzstew4suq8b3FLA">https://twitter.com/yuriasmadness/status/1569041974199721984?s=20&amp;t=7u-ZvlNzstew4suq8b3FLA</a></p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> 𝔊𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔶 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔠𝔥 𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔞!</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/778d8484d226b2206441cfd850e8080fa98390b664178b9ea4b457fd36492ebf.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><h2 id="h-0" class="text-3xl font-header !mt-8 !mb-4 first:!mt-0 first:!mb-0">𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔞’𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔤 0</h2><p>There are flyers with portraits of travelers everywhere. Must be some event going on.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/a77ab5e92bfd07d6acadfe1a76832764295a4967dec24d7d42c38be4d4cb14cb.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>Outside the sealed gates I passed litter and debris from the recent festival while traversing through the valley.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/d1724909a99b8a84581fa37bd1bc7a2e79cc039868231c575b70cc2e6f306d4e.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>I followed the fork left towards the Putrid forest where I came across another fork and took a right. I shall reach The Church tomorrow</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/c4a4e89c5864f931d4de49463fd7f60bdd8434ef21f559575f1f7a8b7017c4b2.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><h2 id="h-1" class="text-3xl font-header !mt-8 !mb-4 first:!mt-0 first:!mb-0">𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔞’𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔤 1</h2><p>I arrive at The Church of Her to find it aflame, but I am not alone. Members of Wolfblade&apos;s party as well as other Lost Pilgrims are in the area. We stare at one another and exchange few words as the Church burns</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/df90c7705fd23fe2e40f2bad9c991a0fc3d7824dceb5915f7c0c9856e9763cf2.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> 𝔜𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔞&apos;𝔰 𝔐𝔞𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔗𝔲𝔯𝔩𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔰 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪.. ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯.</p><h2 id="h-2" class="text-3xl font-header !mt-8 !mb-4 first:!mt-0 first:!mb-0">𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔞’𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔤 2</h2><p>In case I don&apos;t return, I send this letter to my master Yuria&apos;s Madness.. alerting her that between the two sides, I have chosen the Bulwark of the Serpent.. Yuria would be proud that I did not in weakness turn to the zealots of Agora</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/a5ee8bf50108f644165304b71cd775ea74bb165fa6d075adad455f6a60740df6.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><h2 id="h-boredom-at-home" class="text-3xl font-header !mt-8 !mb-4 first:!mt-0 first:!mb-0">Boredom at Home</h2><p>While the first Battle was fought at the Church, Yuria’s Madness had a pissing contest with Merlin that led to them challenging one another to a duel. But a turn of events during the battle put that thought on hold..</p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://twitter.com/yuriasmadness/status/1572637612309114881?s=20&amp;t=V4ZMEqiYdOyqSp8O0RCOWg">https://twitter.com/yuriasmadness/status/1572637612309114881?s=20&amp;t=V4ZMEqiYdOyqSp8O0RCOWg</a></p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> ℜ𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔞, 𝔴𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢. 𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔲𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫, ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔲𝔯𝔶 𝔗𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/0e975d6d09b98712d9415430a83c0107419216beff6dff47d5cab8a9fcfff361.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>But it was unnecessary.. The Fight was one-sided, the Agorans never stood a chance. With the war over..</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔣 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪, 𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔞 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔠𝔥 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔗𝔲𝔯𝔩𝔬, 𝔲𝔫𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔴𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢</p><p>But prior to their departure.. Natasha stirs the pot and involves herself in passing along information to Gunther Wolfsblood about King Offling</p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://twitter.com/dontfeedwolfeth/status/1574837652007792640?s=20&amp;t=WPjxgr621S88qSX_OWVQxQ">https://twitter.com/dontfeedwolfeth/status/1574837652007792640?s=20&amp;t=WPjxgr621S88qSX_OWVQxQ</a></p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> 𝔄𝔥, ℑ&apos;𝔳𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔗𝔲𝔯𝔩𝔬</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/7af7bde90e118e9339a88e00122b2981fbc7c55bc76e03760e3d58a66a0e6c7d.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Cockatrice Journey]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2022 21:59:56 GMT</pubDate>
            <description><![CDATA[Rotten Fruit 01Natasha and I make our way down from the mountain, past the sealed gates and head to the Festival Grounds for the bi-monthly Farmer&apos;s Market.Natasha: It&apos;s not that I don&apos;t like your cooking. For such a place with scarce resources, making for a limited diet, I do imagine you&apos;re the greatest cook in all of the Turlo.. If not because of your interest in catering for me.Yuria&apos;s Madness: But fire root is not a vegetable. Natasha: Yes, exactly... Oh how I mis...]]></description>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h2 id="h-rotten-fruit-01" class="text-3xl font-header !mt-8 !mb-4 first:!mt-0 first:!mb-0">Rotten Fruit 01</h2><p>Natasha and I make our way down from the mountain, past the sealed gates and head to the Festival Grounds for the bi-monthly Farmer&apos;s Market.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/c58c3883b2d55f7411e760ae0d4dd613e61d8b2520fc3dddf168ccb78444473e.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> It&apos;s not that I don&apos;t like your cooking. For such a place with scarce resources, making for a limited diet, I do imagine you&apos;re the greatest cook in all of the Turlo.. If not because of your interest in catering for me.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/8f0b8881a7ecf88614f672e195432e6040cda42b3cd53feb0a8700f705ef6949.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> But fire root is not a vegetable.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Yes, exactly... Oh how I missed the Heirloom tomatoes of the southern plains or even smoke mushrooms off the log!</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/ccb56d0095441964b2371dbf0791acc471378b929b8919bec8f4d5753033bb36.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> This is the most talkative I&apos;ve seen you in weeks, you need not explain yourself further.</p><p>Upon arrival to the Farmer’s Market within the Festival Grounds..</p><p>Natasha&apos;s barely contained excitement overwhelms her as she rushes to the first booth eager to examine the fruit. Yuria&apos;s Madness follows behind, her gaze caught on another booth, adjacent from where her partner has already begun bartering.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/445b984f2563b16d6e2383d3424fd7182aa51df112753feb6f9f2904a36e8341.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>Xilo: Ah I see you have an eye for great taste. I&apos;ve captured only the most exotic beasts from far in these lands.. But to my surprise, the best item I have today was found in the Crow&apos;s backyard--en route to this very location!</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/d642e3e888a59e2c62a2ae78d5526582e4c27b53ddee81d37fe733f16453e562.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>Natasha, with fresh tomato juice smeared across her cheek, makes her bubbly way over to the Trapper&apos;s booth. In an instant her bliss is interrupted with a tight knot in her stomach.</p><p>All enjoyment of the fruit gone as Xilo reveals the head of a Mother Cockatrice..</p><p><strong>Xilo:</strong> Unfortunately her offspring escaped while I prepared this beast for travel, or I&apos;d throw them -</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> she had just given birth.</p><p>Yuria&apos;s Madness hears the sound of the fresh fruit splattering on the ground before she see’s the look on her companion&apos;s face. Natasha isn’t even aware her prized fruit has fallen from her hands, her eyes are transfixed on the adult Cockatrice’s beak.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/d55138334777a93713b576706b55e5a159c68850185e08c67f3e4ef92b1fa2fe.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><h2 id="h-rotten-fruit-02" class="text-3xl font-header !mt-8 !mb-4 first:!mt-0 first:!mb-0">Rotten Fruit 02</h2><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/928af424fac2b0cb13c3656678ed5c9d05735ed854d2179bbf2ddf1f2ed9b24e.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>Looking down at Xilo&apos;s broken mask, smeared with blood, Yuria&apos;s Madness found herself once again reminded of the dropped Tomato at the Festival several hours ago, almost a day..</p><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> We&apos;ll have to get you another</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> another?</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/b6726dfcc85359f1d9062359b7a7185ccfb883702ea5e87707607f0ae75f8021.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> Another Tomato, or some fruit.. I know the Turlo diet isn&apos;t your--</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> No. I&apos;m not hungry right now. Besides we don&apos;t have time.. I want to go into the forests.. The offspring.. They could still be there.</p><p>After ambushing Xilo outside the Farmer&apos;s Market, Yuria&apos;s Madness and Natasha had carried his unconscious body to a small abandoned building between the Festival grounds and Putrid Forest. There they had tortured Xilo for further information.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/3e976cfb8c8b7914a96aad4415d569567b08d2f6abfd0fa9b3a9933d0ae7e505.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> The Pools of Langor</p><p><strong>Xilo:</strong> If you let me live, I promise I won&apos;t tell anyone of what transp *cough cough*</p><p>Xilo coughs up blood, before he continues.</p><p><strong>Xilo:</strong> If you let me live, I&apos;ll tell you something few know.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> We aren&apos;t seriously --</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Go on Xilo, spit it out.</p><p><strong>Xilo:</strong> The pools.. The pools aren&apos;t clear. The cockatrice cannot bare its&apos; reflection. If the water is clear or if there is an opening for the sun to shine through then it&apos;s not the correct pool.</p><p>Xilo smiles. Thinking of the information he left out, the deadly..</p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://etherscan.io/tx/0xc8ac1a0e2c769afdf14f0dcb4399ee6fd37844c2537b3950d515173d9a028e33">https://etherscan.io/tx/0xc8ac1a0e2c769afdf14f0dcb4399ee6fd37844c2537b3950d515173d9a028e33</a></p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/28cc264e4ec84ac551e2ff854fa3f8207953c367517e159748fd0ee693df707b.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>Natasha takes what little remained of the cruel Trapper&apos;s life, feeling confident he can never again cause harm.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> That stupid fucking smile.</p><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> Let&apos;s hope he was telling the truth.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/bc07a5ff19a3847743707590e6601d7807e2c22db54440036d0d1385eddf9c16.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>They make their way to the Putrid Forests.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/78f5b82f8e01e0383e73e17ec36fdd1de555cf090f36d0913700b6d3bc959e5e.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/f5762167c6f7abdee3d3e57a6116880f06f8d5bcdd4a110f71950210986bf5b1.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><h2 id="h-rotten-fruit-03" class="text-3xl font-header !mt-8 !mb-4 first:!mt-0 first:!mb-0">Rotten Fruit 03</h2><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/b19176b9f93bf6562d89025d102e9b192531fded8fd951d02db198f8862d7c83.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>Natasha and Yuria’s Madness begin their journey through the Putrid Forest.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> There’s too much sunlight, the water is too clear</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> The location Xilo described was deeper within the forest</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/448ba3e2cb7d548231a44d7b74b2d94f4e28e4af5571605025aaf16ed5f98680.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Look at these eggs hidden with a log. I wonder what kind of creature they belong too.</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Natasha.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> And this giant white log, maybe it’s this is the creature’s nest. It almost looks like it’s mov—</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> RUN!</p><p>What Natasha thought was a white log reveals itself as a giant albino mother serpent.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/f53e8826334bc6741bd04071deecfd82b082980e2bae9ddac8271ca58c556a34.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>Yuria’s Madness and her companion run as quickly as they can, while the sound of crashing trees and debris follows behind as the giant serpent pursues them.</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Hurry towards those rocks!</p><p>Yuria’s madness leaps into the opening first, turning just in time to see the Serpent closing in her companion. Without hesitation she draws her bow, takes aim at the creatures open mouth and fires an arrow.</p><p>The arrow pierces the Serpent’s open mouth, causing it to coil back just enough to barely miss Natasha as it crashes into the dirt right near her.</p><p>Natasha follows her companion into the rock opening.</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Are you alright? Natasha: Yes. I’m fine that was careless</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/970fcd534071e4ae56bcf76af4a0547f4ce3278bd46a603f932b5473549a0d4d.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Come on. We aren’t out of the woods yet.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Do you think it’ll follow us in here.. It’s pretty quiet.</p><p>As the two proceed deeper into the cave hidden within the Putrid Forests, they hear a familiar sound..</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Is that..</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Water.. Are these the Pools of Langor?</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Come on, let’s search the area for signs of the nest or the creatures.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Do you think the chicks are still alive? There are so many predators in the forests.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/268745c58a0e6e848860bc6196ca04a33f4ae952737fa58a59a218c0f42113fe.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><h2 id="h-rotten-fruit-04" class="text-3xl font-header !mt-8 !mb-4 first:!mt-0 first:!mb-0">Rotten Fruit 04</h2><p>As Natasha and Yuria’s Madness survey the area strange sounds flutter around them.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Do you hear that?</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Keep your guard up</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> That rock, is it moving?</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/20dedc5567a968e2d90c06cca372aea822716ad82024d5104ea30627c05cf42a.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> It’s not a rock. Seems like a strange</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Toad! It’s a toad. These must be the species Xilo told us about. The one that incubates the eggs for the Cockatrice.</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> We need to find the nest.. but first what is that maddening sound?</p><p>A strange and cruel laughter echoes throughout the cavern. It appears to be in harmony with the bubbles of the pools. A familiar figure flashes before both their eyes.</p><p><strong>Xilo:</strong> You’re going to die down here. You’re already dying hahahah</p><p>The laughter doesn’t sound natural.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/1e88ea1d7b63529ed73f482c6fdf3391ae2ce0466dd2cd6ef5c7843d23ca8f29.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> I already killed you once</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> He’s already dead. Something is wrong here.</p><p>Xilo’s laughter continues. The sound makes the air heavier and both of the women find themselves struggling to breath.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> STOP LAUGH- *She gasps for air</p><p>Yuria’s Madness grabs her companion and charges back towards the entrance. Back to where the snake had chased them before. As they get closer to the entrance the sounds from earlier subside and the air becomes easier to breath.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/1b24e14511260078b4742ea98de8ab5d5794f964051e600fa62ed3720e6ed4c0.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Bastard. He almost got us killed.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> That stupid grin, before he died.</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> His mask.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> What about it?</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> He must have had some filtration system to keep out the poisonous air.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> We don’t have time to head to a town for supplies.</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> We don’t have to. The land provides.. besides we’ll need to eat. But first, stay here.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Don’t go back in there?!</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> I’ll be quick this time.</p><p>Yuria’s Madness emerges, and let’s out a huge gasp. In her hand are 3 arrows. Their tips discolored and soaked.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> What do you plan to use those on?</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Remember the large beast that chased us into here?</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> From one danger to the next..</p><p>After taking down the Serpent, the two companions go to work.</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> This shall provide plenty of meat.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Its’ intestines can be used to make a filtration apparatus to traverse the pools and it’s skin can be woven into a flask.</p><p>After collecting their supplies, the two prepare a camp outside the entrance to the Langor Pools.</p><p>Natasha eager to test out their new equipment makes a trip in search of the Cockatrice nest while Yuria’s Madness cooks their food over an open fire.</p><h2 id="h-rotten-fruit-05" class="text-3xl font-header !mt-8 !mb-4 first:!mt-0 first:!mb-0">Rotten Fruit 05</h2><p>Well rested and well fed, Natasha and Yuria finish up the final touches on the Albino Snake Flask as well as their rudimentary breathing tube system using the snake&apos;s intestine.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/e07d755725253e24196282c3036f62d7b8986c44d4ddeebd78a1d39974a108ea.png" alt="https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x859c98b0b28c45d46ce6eea580c6c4e7e892131a/1" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="">https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x859c98b0b28c45d46ce6eea580c6c4e7e892131a/1</figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> Natasha, we have 30 meters of intestine, it should be plenty to explore the Langor Pools without breathing in the poisonous gas.. However one of us needs to stay behind and keep the other end safe.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Can I be the one to explore?</p><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> I wouldn&apos;t have it any other way. Natasha: One firm pull means more slack. Two long pulls means I&apos;m ready to come up. And any frantic pulling means I&apos;m rushing out/danger.</p><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> Take the flask with you.</p><p>Yuria&apos;s Madness waited patiently for her companion to return. Listening closely to the ways in which her partner tugged on the intestine understanding when to give slack and ever vigilant for their communicated signal of danger.</p><p>But it never came.</p><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> Two long pulls. Here she comes.</p><p>As Yuria&apos;s madness carefully pulled back the line, she watched eagerly for her partner to emerge At long last Natasha returned, with the flask and something alive in the other.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/4e8bf65015e9f75864011a0f18932689f46b19ae871324401fd0cab49e9fe863.png" alt="https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x859c98b0b28c45d46ce6eea580c6c4e7e892131a/2" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="">https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x859c98b0b28c45d46ce6eea580c6c4e7e892131a/2</figcaption></figure><p>Yuria&apos;s Madness noticed the toad before seeing the disappointed look on her partners face.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> There&apos;s no sign of them. I found Xilo&apos;s traps and blood from the one he killed. I collected water from the pools and this toad, if there&apos;s any chance they&apos;re still alive</p><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> Natasha.. They were so young. If they&apos;ve left the pools.. You seen the beasts out here, there&apos;s no way they surv-</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> There were other footprints. Besides Xilo, besides our own. Smaller. A woman&apos;s footprint.</p><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> We&apos;ve come this far.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Exactly. Let&apos;s at least make our way out of this forest and head to the public square. Possibly someone knows more information. The two make their way out of the Putrid Forest in search of answers..</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/c33fa44b0ec69c750362a15101a8a6b01e87f0d23ed179223e429fdf53e359e9.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://twitter.com/yuriasmadness/status/1596653512921784320?s=20&amp;t=D4-sihB1P414EJLvgMOLZw">https://twitter.com/yuriasmadness/status/1596653512921784320?s=20&amp;t=D4-sihB1P414EJLvgMOLZw</a></p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/4d1015a84c66e08acfb395f62b95bdc249642eeba6e65b542eccade9b846a6a6.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/9c77617d2a72cf32fd3d57362c20b88c750d8975cbc7907a9203ae068652a949.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://twitter.com/yuriasmadness/status/1596674174206251010?s=20&amp;t=D4-sihB1P414EJLvgMOLZw">https://twitter.com/yuriasmadness/status/1596674174206251010?s=20&amp;t=D4-sihB1P414EJLvgMOLZw</a></p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://twitter.com/yuriasmadness/status/1596788486614306821?s=20&amp;t=D4-sihB1P414EJLvgMOLZw">https://twitter.com/yuriasmadness/status/1596788486614306821?s=20&amp;t=D4-sihB1P414EJLvgMOLZw</a></p><h2 id="h-" class="text-3xl font-header !mt-8 !mb-4 first:!mt-0 first:!mb-0"></h2>]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Rotten Fruit 05]]></title>
            <link>https://paragraph.com/@yuriasmadness/rotten-fruit-05</link>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2022 00:02:39 GMT</pubDate>
            <description><![CDATA[Well rested and well fed, Natasha and Yuria finish up the final touches on the Albino Snake Flask as well as their rudimentary breathing tube system using the snake&apos;s intestine.https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x859c98b0b28c45d46ce6eea580c6c4e7e892131a/1Yuria&apos;s Madness: Natasha, we have 30 meters of intestine, it should be plenty to explore the Langor Pools without breathing in the poisonous gas.. However one of us needs to stay behind and keep the other end safe. Natasha: Can I b...]]></description>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well rested and well fed, Natasha and Yuria finish up the final touches on the Albino Snake Flask as well as their rudimentary breathing tube system using the snake&apos;s intestine.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/e07d755725253e24196282c3036f62d7b8986c44d4ddeebd78a1d39974a108ea.png" alt="https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x859c98b0b28c45d46ce6eea580c6c4e7e892131a/1" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="">https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x859c98b0b28c45d46ce6eea580c6c4e7e892131a/1</figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> Natasha, we have 30 meters of intestine, it should be plenty to explore the Langor Pools without breathing in the poisonous gas.. However one of us needs to stay behind and keep the other end safe.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Can I be the one to explore?</p><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> I wouldn&apos;t have it any other way. Natasha: One firm pull means more slack. Two long pulls means I&apos;m ready to come up. And any frantic pulling means I&apos;m rushing out/danger.</p><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> Take the flask with you.</p><p>Yuria&apos;s Madness waited patiently for her companion to return. Listening closely to the ways in which her partner tugged on the intestine understanding when to give slack and ever vigilant for their communicated signal of danger.</p><p>But it never came.</p><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> Two long pulls. Here she comes.</p><p>As Yuria&apos;s madness carefully pulled back the line, she watched eagerly for her partner to emerge At long last Natasha returned, with the flask and something alive in the other.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/4e8bf65015e9f75864011a0f18932689f46b19ae871324401fd0cab49e9fe863.png" alt="https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x859c98b0b28c45d46ce6eea580c6c4e7e892131a/2" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="">https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x859c98b0b28c45d46ce6eea580c6c4e7e892131a/2</figcaption></figure><p>Yuria&apos;s Madness noticed the toad before seeing the disappointed look on her partners face.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> There&apos;s no sign of them. I found Xilo&apos;s traps and blood from the one he killed. I collected water from the pools and this toad, if there&apos;s any chance they&apos;re still alive</p><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> Natasha.. They were so young. If they&apos;ve left the pools.. You seen the beasts out here, there&apos;s no way they surv-</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> There were other footprints. Besides Xilo, besides our own. Smaller. A woman&apos;s footprint.</p><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> We&apos;ve come this far.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Exactly. Let&apos;s at least make our way out of this forest and head to the public square. Possibly someone knows more information. The two make their way out of the Putrid Forest in search of answers..</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/c33fa44b0ec69c750362a15101a8a6b01e87f0d23ed179223e429fdf53e359e9.png" alt="https://opensea.io/0x7F60BabD72E0EB8C31286aDAaa086B0814071729" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="">https://opensea.io/0x7F60BabD72E0EB8C31286aDAaa086B0814071729</figcaption></figure><p>Pilgrims of</p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://twitter.com/wagdie_eth">@wagdie_eth</a></p><p>We have collected water from the Langor Pools, as well as a Rock toad. We offer 1 Band of the Bulwark Token to anyone who can point us in the direction of a Female who may have rescued the Cockatrice offspring.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/98f0af15b9786803ed565a73d8523c6c6ab521235e664dcc569deae860580ff1.png" alt="https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x1d38150f1fd989fb89ab19518a9c4e93c5554634/24" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="">https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x1d38150f1fd989fb89ab19518a9c4e93c5554634/24</figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Rotten Fruit 04]]></title>
            <link>https://paragraph.com/@yuriasmadness/rotten-fruit-04</link>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2022 00:20:28 GMT</pubDate>
            <description><![CDATA[As Natasha and Yuria’s Madness survey the area strange sounds flutter around them. Natasha: Do you hear that? Yuria’s Madness: Keep your guard up Natasha: That rock, is it moving?Yuria’s Madness: It’s not a rock. Seems like a strange Natasha: Toad! It’s a toad. These must be the species Xilo told us about. The one that incubates the eggs for the Cockatrice. Yuria’s Madness: We need to find the nest.. but first what is that maddening sound? A strange and cruel laughter echoes throughout the ca...]]></description>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As Natasha and Yuria’s Madness survey the area strange sounds flutter around them.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Do you hear that?</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Keep your guard up</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> That rock, is it moving?</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/409e764c2d63ee6eea77ea78f415406706e4816b7fc923e367374c1e45c2ba41.gif" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> It’s not a rock. Seems like a strange</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Toad! It’s a toad. These must be the species Xilo told us about. The one that incubates the eggs for the Cockatrice.</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> We need to find the nest.. but first what is that maddening sound?</p><p>A strange and cruel laughter echoes throughout the cavern. It appears to be in harmony with the bubbles of the pools. A familiar figure flashes before both their eyes.</p><p><strong>Xilo:</strong> You’re going to die down here. You’re already dying hahahah</p><p>The laughter doesn’t sound natural.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/b932ea184889b65b915ecb083012550fbdc867e1dfaecb7a0401910594f8e862.gif" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> I already killed you once</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> He’s already dead. Something is wrong here.</p><p>Xilo’s laughter continues. The sound makes the air heavier and both of the women find themselves struggling to breath.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> STOP LAUGH- *She gasps for air</p><p>Yuria’s Madness grabs her companion and charges back towards the entrance. Back to where the snake had chased them before. As they get closer to the entrance the sounds from earlier subside and the air becomes easier to breath.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/5b759a3d1e86af8f39be118afb5c58e22b7f11670778b74ba4a055bd13befb38.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Bastard. He almost got us killed.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> That stupid grin, before he died.</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> His mask.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> What about it?</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> He must have had some filtration system to keep out the poisonous air.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> We don’t have time to head to a town for supplies.</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> We don’t have to. The land provides.. besides we’ll need to eat. But first, stay here.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Don’t go back in there?!</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> I’ll be quick this time.</p><p>Yuria’s Madness emerges, and let’s out a huge gasp. In her hand are 3 arrows. Their tips discolored and soaked.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> What do you plan to use those on?</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Remember the large beast that chased us into here?</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> From one danger to the next..</p><p>After taking down the Serpent, the two companions go to work.</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> This shall provide plenty of meat.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Its’ intestines can be used to make a filtration apparatus to traverse the pools and it’s skin can be woven into a flask.</p><p>After collecting their supplies, the two prepare a camp outside the entrance to the Langor Pools.</p><p>Natasha eager to test out their new equipment makes a trip in search of the Cockatrice nest while Yuria’s Madness cooks their food over an open fire.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/3344775163627df3577535432658de1c47acb09474fdd2b9f69a86eab03fed67.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>To be continued..</p>]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Rotten Fruit 03]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2022 20:14:22 GMT</pubDate>
            <description><![CDATA[Natasha and Yuria’s Madness begin their journey through the Putrid Forest. Natasha: There’s too much sunlight, the water is too clear Yuria’s Madness: The location Xilo described was deeper within the forestNatasha: Look at these eggs hidden with a log. I wonder what kind of creature they belong too.Yuria’s Madness: Natasha. Natasha: And this giant white log, maybe it’s this is the creature’s nest. It almost looks like it’s mov— Yuria’s Madness: RUN! What Natasha thought was a white log revea...]]></description>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Natasha and Yuria’s Madness begin their journey through the Putrid Forest.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> There’s too much sunlight, the water is too clear</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> The location Xilo described was deeper within the forest</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/b19176b9f93bf6562d89025d102e9b192531fded8fd951d02db198f8862d7c83.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Look at these eggs hidden with a log. I wonder what kind of creature they belong too.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/448ba3e2cb7d548231a44d7b74b2d94f4e28e4af5571605025aaf16ed5f98680.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Natasha.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> And this giant white log, maybe it’s this is the creature’s nest. It almost looks like it’s mov—</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> RUN!</p><p>What Natasha thought was a white log reveals itself as a giant albino mother serpent.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/f53e8826334bc6741bd04071deecfd82b082980e2bae9ddac8271ca58c556a34.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>Yuria’s Madness and her companion run as quickly as they can, while the sound of crashing trees and debris follows behind as the giant serpent pursues them.</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Hurry towards those rocks!</p><p>Yuria’s madness leaps into the opening first, turning just in time to see the Serpent closing in her companion. Without hesitation she draws her bow, takes aim at the creatures open mouth and fires an arrow.</p><p>The arrow pierces the Serpent’s open mouth, causing it to coil back just enough to barely miss Natasha as it crashes into the dirt right near her.</p><p>Natasha follows her companion into the rock opening.</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Are you alright? Natasha: Yes. I’m fine that was careless</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/b8349a6fbaf163441fd31a67f5e77fe1897b6084390732a79498812ff1a3d8d8.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Come on. We aren’t out of the woods yet.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Do you think it’ll follow us in here.. It’s pretty quiet.</p><p>As the two proceed deeper into the cave hidden within the Putrid Forests, they hear a familiar sound..</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Is that..</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Water.. Are these the Pools of Langor?</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Come on, let’s search the area for signs of the nest or the creatures.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Do you think the chicks are still alive? There are so many predators in the forests.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/268745c58a0e6e848860bc6196ca04a33f4ae952737fa58a59a218c0f42113fe.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><h2 id="h-to-be-continued" class="text-3xl font-header !mt-8 !mb-4 first:!mt-0 first:!mb-0">To be Continued..</h2>]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Rotten Fruit 02]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2022 16:58:45 GMT</pubDate>
            <description><![CDATA[Looking down at Xilo&apos;s broken mask, smeared with blood, Yuria&apos;s Madness found herself once again reminded of the dropped Tomato at the Festival several hours ago, almost a day.. Yuria&apos;s Madness: We&apos;ll have to get you another Natasha: another?Yuria&apos;s Madness: Another Tomato, or some fruit.. I know the Turlo diet isn&apos;t your-- Natasha: No. I&apos;m not hungry right now. Besides we don&apos;t have time.. I want to go into the forests.. The offspring.. They could stil...]]></description>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Looking down at Xilo&apos;s broken mask, smeared with blood, Yuria&apos;s Madness found herself once again reminded of the dropped Tomato at the Festival several hours ago, almost a day..</p><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> We&apos;ll have to get you another</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> another?</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/ac1df906c7f422177594fedb37fc50619db16786cc103a2283efa122943a4c9b.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> Another Tomato, or some fruit.. I know the Turlo diet isn&apos;t your--</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> No. I&apos;m not hungry right now. Besides we don&apos;t have time.. I want to go into the forests.. The offspring.. They could still be there.</p><p>After ambushing Xilo outside the Farmer&apos;s Market, Yuria&apos;s Madness and Natasha had carried his unconscious body to a small abandoned building between the Festival grounds and Putrid Forest. There they had tortured Xilo for further information.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/f456a9f560ae55a829ebe6094e0b8e2fbec8fe4b21482a061f8b0ccecaf56d17.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> The Pools of Langor</p><p><strong>Xilo:</strong> If you let me live, I promise I won&apos;t tell anyone of what transp *cough cough*</p><p>Xilo coughs up blood, before he continues.</p><p><strong>Xilo:</strong> If you let me live, I&apos;ll tell you something few know.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> We aren&apos;t seriously --</p><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> Go on Xilo, spit it out.</p><p><strong>Xilo:</strong> The pools.. The pools aren&apos;t clear. The cockatrice cannot bare its&apos; reflection. If the water is clear or if there is an opening for the sun to shine through then it&apos;s not the correct pool.</p><p>Xilo smiles. Thinking of the information he left out, the deadly..</p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc" class="dont-break-out" href="https://etherscan.io/tx/0xc8ac1a0e2c769afdf14f0dcb4399ee6fd37844c2537b3950d515173d9a028e33">https://etherscan.io/tx/0xc8ac1a0e2c769afdf14f0dcb4399ee6fd37844c2537b3950d515173d9a028e33</a></p><p>Natasha takes what little remained of the cruel Trapper&apos;s life, feeling confident he can never again cause harm.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> That stupid fucking smile.</p><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> Let&apos;s hope he was telling the truth.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/78f5b82f8e01e0383e73e17ec36fdd1de555cf090f36d0913700b6d3bc959e5e.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>They make their way to the Putrid Forests.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/f5762167c6f7abdee3d3e57a6116880f06f8d5bcdd4a110f71950210986bf5b1.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><h2 id="h-to-be-continued" class="text-3xl font-header !mt-8 !mb-4 first:!mt-0 first:!mb-0">To be Continued..</h2><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/fdb172490f5979af794a9a7ae7bad1aa9d42f17a66f3298c82cf104bbaceac8b.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Rotten Fruit 01]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2022 20:42:42 GMT</pubDate>
            <description><![CDATA[Natasha and I make our way down from the mountain, past the sealed gates and head to the Festival Grounds for the bi-monthly Farmer&apos;s Market.Natasha: It&apos;s not that I don&apos;t like your cooking. For such a place with scarce resources, making for a limited diet, I do imagine you&apos;re the greatest cook in all of the Turlo.. If not because of your interest in catering for me.Yuria&apos;s Madness: But fire root is not a vegetable. Natasha: Yes, exactly... Oh how I missed the Heirloo...]]></description>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Natasha and I make our way down from the mountain, past the sealed gates and head to the Festival Grounds for the bi-monthly Farmer&apos;s Market.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/c58c3883b2d55f7411e760ae0d4dd613e61d8b2520fc3dddf168ccb78444473e.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> It&apos;s not that I don&apos;t like your cooking. For such a place with scarce resources, making for a limited diet, I do imagine you&apos;re the greatest cook in all of the Turlo.. If not because of your interest in catering for me.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/8f0b8881a7ecf88614f672e195432e6040cda42b3cd53feb0a8700f705ef6949.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria&apos;s Madness:</strong> But fire root is not a vegetable.</p><p><strong>Natasha:</strong> Yes, exactly... Oh how I missed the Heirloom tomatoes of the southern plains or even smoke mushrooms off the log!</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/ccb56d0095441964b2371dbf0791acc471378b929b8919bec8f4d5753033bb36.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p><strong>Yuria’s Madness:</strong> This is the most talkative I&apos;ve seen you in weeks, you need not explain yourself further.</p><p>Upon arrival to the Farmer’s Market within the Festival Grounds..</p><p>Natasha&apos;s barely contained excitement overwhelms her as she rushes to the first booth eager to examine the fruit. Yuria&apos;s Madness follows behind, her gaze caught on another booth, adjacent from where her partner has already begun bartering.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/445b984f2563b16d6e2383d3424fd7182aa51df112753feb6f9f2904a36e8341.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>Xilo: Ah I see you have an eye for great taste. I&apos;ve captured only the most exotic beasts from far in these lands.. But to my surprise, the best item I have today was found in the Crow&apos;s backyard--en route to this very location!</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/d642e3e888a59e2c62a2ae78d5526582e4c27b53ddee81d37fe733f16453e562.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>Natasha, with fresh tomato juice smeared across her cheek, makes her bubbly way over to the Trapper&apos;s booth. In an instant her bliss is interrupted with a tight knot in her stomach.</p><p>All enjoyment of the fruit gone as Xilo reveals the head of a Mother Cockatrice..</p><p>Xilo: Unfortunately her offspring escaped while I prepared this beast for travel, or I&apos;d throw them -</p><p>Natasha: she had just given birth.</p><p>Yuria&apos;s Madness hears the sound of the fresh fruit splattering on the ground before she see’s the look on her companion&apos;s face. Natasha isn’t even aware her prized fruit has fallen from her hands, her eyes are transfixed on the adult Cockatrice’s beak.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/d55138334777a93713b576706b55e5a159c68850185e08c67f3e4ef92b1fa2fe.png" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><h2 id="h-to-be-continued" class="text-3xl font-header !mt-8 !mb-4 first:!mt-0 first:!mb-0">To Be Continued…</h2>]]></content:encoded>
            <author>yuriasmadness@newsletter.paragraph.com (Yuriasmadness.eth)</author>
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