Recent content by Banshi

("Form is fluid... I will grow to change.") This-one began to move, their travel to be another long one. It realized that Alani was trying to communicate, and could get the idea of what they meant, but there was a barrier that would take time to cross. The young tree hoped that Caelia knew their...

'Hearing' the impression from their 'new friend's' attempt to commune, the tree uproots and prepares itself to move, answering Caelia. ("I will smell and speak to my friends... but Alani's scent was more difficult to detect. Others' may also be masked.") His sight was less than poor, he worries...

Long periods of silence where not uncommon for their tree-friend, as they may come to know. This-one was eager to continue their journey, but they already had found that it would not be so straight forward as first conceived. What was one to do? Coming across many people and telling them not to...

((OOC: Sorry, RL has been angry with me.)) This-one stood by, Their movement halting, as if returning to dormancy. Was it thinking over the parts of the conversation it was given? Was it concentrating upon something, like its roots or distance smells? Was it asleep? Was it still capable of...

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At least one could. The other? Not so much. The tree, lowering it pointing limbs, stepped away from Alani in short motion giving more space between the three lifeforms. The instinctual use of the chemical language was a surprising omen, which This-one took to be a good sign for its mission...

Not the sharp oily metallic stench of the Orcs it remembered, or the Humans who smelled of burnt iron and ammonia, this new visitor’s origins were yet another mystery. Each question seemed to lead to a dozen more. How frustrating. (“That is no stone…”) The tentacled roots eased down nonetheless...

((OOC: Sorry Alani... I need to mark my character's speech more clearly as being non-verbal)) There was no second voice, and the tree standing freely beside the moss-and-fungus cover woman, did not move or react outwardly at the presence or the appearance of the humanoid. To Caelia, he he...

This-one was a bit slower, weren’t they... As they moved as a group, This-one was studying the means of movement between them. Four legs were what had inspired him before, and provided exceptional stability - and flight was a mystery for the lighter-weight - so it is no wonder his interests...

In response to her telling of the animals, This-one replied, ”I understand.” Trying to make no reaction directly, his own steps slowed as he passed the now warped tree. There was much about his new friend that was yet to be discovered, but one thing was clear to the enchanted tree-form, that he...

By her lead, This-one pulled up their taproots and followed. It was as interested in the smaller bodies, but there was only so much about that in which it could perceive. They appeared to be animals, that should have known better than to wander so close to such a creature as the Mycolyp. Perhaps...

Orcs... another ugly designation, but in that way, seemed to be most apt. Caelia was again proving herself knowledgeable and helpful in ways This-one had not expected. Over-all feeling pleased to know her, it found the thoughts strange to wonder of her. Feeling separately for this-other than the...

Beyond the canopy, the tree quickly lost track of the Overgrown scouts. Their shadows were the last to disappear, the trees nearby telling when the light returned completely. As Caelia brought his attention back, the tree lowered his pointing branches, moving a step toward his friend again. More...

There were so different and yet seemed to be plainly similar of mind. It was nice to be understood as much as this, bringing hope to communicating with others. This was a far flung dream from This-one’s morning reality. Caelia’s capability for complexe thought changed a lot about the world at...

Instinctively, the tree shifted away slightly at the movement towards it. The blue glow was entrancing, but Its poor sight was aided by the mushroom’s light heightening its readiness. Wondering if the Mycolyp’s essence was connected physically to the bioluminescent flesh. A symbiotic takeover...