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WYLD HUNT [WEEK 3 - TEAM PIPSQUEAK]

Careful, Hunter! It's unknown territory out here! Here is your prompt for Week 3!

As your team presses onward, the dense dark undergrowth seemed to get thicker and thicker until you were shouting to your teammates to keep track of their location. Luck seemed to not be on your side as a large leaf you pushed slipped from your grasp and hit you square in the face. As you get up off the ground and rub your eyes, you notice you are not quite where you were before. Large cold and cracking brick walls stand tall and twist and turn… you blink your eyes as you realize the area you were once in was now a cold and dark maze. The distressed calls of your teammates let you know they are safe, but are sectioned off from you. An unsure step forward is all you can do, eventually you reunite with your teammates in the middle after a nightmare of dead ends and tight walls."y-you've come…" A feeling of strong loneliness settles upon your team as a large near folk like being about 6 times the size of you walked forward. Its long lanky limbs with their body covered in red piercing eyes greeted you before you jolted upright in a small clearing with your team. In your hands was a dirty golden coin, one side a bundle of tails all knotted and tangled together, the other a crown. Elsewhere, a connection is made, and a dream begins.

Please submit a reference and ID number of the folk you would like to be selected by a Deep One.

[Candy Tracker]

[Acorn Count]
Total Acorns: 14/374

The moon loomed ominously in the sky, a warning of what was to come.

---

It was the Hootenanny season, a joyous time for most. Loud discussions over who would get what costume and excitement, mostly over candy, filled the Den's halls. It was a year like any other, and yet… Mildew couldn't shake this strange feeling of dread.

Perhaps it was because of Radon, one of their few friends. They'd been blighted, moontouched, if Mildew remembered correctly. Regardless of the blight, since then Radon had hardly been seen. There was not much to be done though, Radon was always a bit of a wild spirit. If they didn't want to stay put, then what could be done? But it was worrying, not knowing where your friend was, if they were alright.

Mildew sighed. Worrying did them no good. Besides, it was getting late now. If they wanted to participate in any Hootenanny events, they'd best get some rest. Preferably, before one of the Den Mamas discovered they were awake, they shivered. Yeah, it was time for bed.

The kit stood up from their desk, stretching before removing their beloved mushroom cap (a present they'd received for their birthday last year). Perhaps they were more tired than they'd thought, because shortly after flopping onto their bed and rolling into a burrito, they found everything fading into a serene nothing.

---

When they awoke, they found themselves in the forest. Had they been out studying too late? There'd been several times when Mildew had stayed out far too late, lost in the complexities of the Grove's flora- much to the dismay of the Den Mamas, unfortunately. But weren't they just-… The thought left as soon as it came, they couldn't quite remember what they were doing. Everything was strangely foggy.

Well, regardless of what happened, it was late. Too late. They'd best get home. Mildew began walking, taking not so quick glances at the flora as they moved towards what was, presumably, home. However, as they moved further, the forest became darker, yet darker.

---

It was almost too dark to see now, aside from a few intriguing species of glowing mushroom which lit the way… to somewhere..? Who really knew, but it was becoming increasingly clear that wherever this was, it was not the Grove's forest. At least, not any part Mildew had seen before.

It was familiar in a way. There was flora they recognized. They felt like they'd been here before. Yet, there was other flora, species they'd never seen before alien-like and beautiful all the same- they'd love to come back here and study them.

Mildew shook the thought off. This was not the time to be playing with plants, no matter how ridiculously stunning they were. After all, this place… it was… wrong.

It was dark here. Too dark. The moonlight couldn't even pierce the canopy. And it was also quiet- in-fact, they were beginning to realize they hadn't heard anything at all. That was, to say the least, extremely unnatural.

Perhaps they had gone the wrong way? The forest certainly shouldn't be getting darker the closer they were to the exit. Turning around, though- looking back filled them with a paralyzing dread. Fear. Anxiety. They were sure they'd been walking in a straight line, yet somehow that part of the forest looked darker… dangerous. They had a feeling that if they went that direction, they would never make it out. That wasn't great.

So then. It seemed their only option was forward- to follow the mushrooms into oblivion. At least they gave off light.

It probably just how dark it was, but the further that the folk moved, the brighter the mushrooms seemed to get. Eventually the trees started to clear, and Mildew found themselves in a clearing.

It was large, much larger than a small, insignificant, kit could comprehend. And yet, the mushrooms had claimed this space. There was so, so, many. They covered the ground and sprinkled the trees. And the middle- there was a large mass of what appeared to be mushrooms in the middle, all glowing brightly. Despite the dead silence of this abandoned forest, this place was lively. The mushrooms here even seemed to shift- wait no, they were shifting.

A sudden brilliance graced the clearing. It was bright. So bright. The glowing mass, serpentine in nature, slithered towards Mildew. There was a strange harmony in its movements. Run, their mind was begging them. And yet, Mildew didn't. As it approached, the folk realized that it had eyes, hundreds of eyes, actually. It blinked- it was watching them. And yet, there was a strange comfort to be had, sitting in the light of this... thing.

Then, all too suddenly, it spoke. Or- it didn't? It was like it was in their head.

“Welcome.” It said. “We've been expecting you. Would you like to join me, friend?”

For a moment, the kit was at a loss for words. Join them? What was that supposed to mean? What even was this thing? They found a part of themselves afraid, and yet another intrigued by this glorious beast.

“You…” Mildew started slowly, “-what are you?… Where is this? Do you know why I'm here? How to get out?”

“We… are the Choir of Spores. This is our home. I seek friends, you seem like a friend.”

Mildew blinked. “Alright, so- wait- so you want to be my friend?”

“Yes, we need friends. We have not much time, however. Tell us, friend, what do you desire the most?”

Mildew frowned. What a way to put them on the spot. “Well- uh- I never really thought about it.” They pondered it for a moment, what was it they wanted? “I mean, I guess I just want to learn about the plants and animals of this world. But, well-” a picture of Radon flashed through their head, “I guess I want to protect my friends, too. Maybe understanding the- the life that surrounds us can help with that- we could make medicines or something, protect people by knowing the unknown.”

The Choir nodded. Or maybe it was just shifting around. It was kind of hard to tell. “We understand. We can help, but in turn, can you help us?”

The folk mulled it over for a moment, they'd already made up their mind, though. “Sure, I can do that. Besides, you wanted to be friends, right? That's like, what friends do.”

“Yes…” the mass replied, “You accept our friendship?”

“Of course! You're- you seem cool.” They flashed a sheepish smile. “Gosh, um, I have so much to ask you. Like- what are you? Are you made of fungi, or do you just look like that? And-” they pointed to a strange plant, “what's that over there?”

The Choir shook its head. “All shall be answered in time. However, the sun is rising. Our time is up.”

“Wait- what?” It suddenly struck them, the world was falling- blurry- reality was crumbling away once again. They were tired, so tired. But- their questions-

“Worry not. We will see each other again. Thank you, friend.”

---

Before they knew it, The Choir of Spores was gone. As the ground crumbled away, the distant sounds of kits laughing and birds chirping could be heard.

It was morning. A new day.

mildew the shrooms mildew the shrooms mildew- The Spores have claimed Mildew.

Description

i so sleepy

WYLD HUNT [WEEK 3 - TEAM PIPSQUEAK]

Careful, Hunter! It's unknown territory out here! Here is your prompt for Week 3!

As your team presses onward, the dense dark undergrowth seemed to get thicker and thicker until you were shouting to your teammates to keep track of their location. Luck seemed to not be on your side as a large leaf you pushed slipped from your grasp and hit you square in the face. As you get up off the ground and rub your eyes, you notice you are not quite where you were before. Large cold and cracking brick walls stand tall and twist and turn… you blink your eyes as you realize the area you were once in was now a cold and dark maze. The distressed calls of your teammates let you know they are safe, but are sectioned off from you. An unsure step forward is all you can do, eventually you reunite with your teammates in the middle after a nightmare of dead ends and tight walls."y-you've come…" A feeling of strong loneliness settles upon your team as a large near folk like being about 6 times the size of you walked forward. Its long lanky limbs with their body covered in red piercing eyes greeted you before you jolted upright in a small clearing with your team. In your hands was a dirty golden coin, one side a bundle of tails all knotted and tangled together, the other a crown. Elsewhere, a connection is made, and a dream begins.

Please submit a reference and ID number of the folk you would like to be selected by a Deep One.

[Candy Tracker]

[Acorn Count]
Total Acorns: 14/374

The moon loomed ominously in the sky, a warning of what was to come.

---

It was the Hootenanny season, a joyous time for most. Loud discussions over who would get what costume and excitement, mostly over candy, filled the Den's halls. It was a year like any other, and yet… Mildew couldn't shake this strange feeling of dread.

Perhaps it was because of Radon, one of their few friends. They'd been blighted, moontouched, if Mildew remembered correctly. Regardless of the blight, since then Radon had hardly been seen. There was not much to be done though, Radon was always a bit of a wild spirit. If they didn't want to stay put, then what could be done? But it was worrying, not knowing where your friend was, if they were alright.

Mildew sighed. Worrying did them no good. Besides, it was getting late now. If they wanted to participate in any Hootenanny events, they'd best get some rest. Preferably, before one of the Den Mamas discovered they were awake, they shivered. Yeah, it was time for bed.

The kit stood up from their desk, stretching before removing their beloved mushroom cap (a present they'd received for their birthday last year). Perhaps they were more tired than they'd thought, because shortly after flopping onto their bed and rolling into a burrito, they found everything fading into a serene nothing.

---

When they awoke, they found themselves in the forest. Had they been out studying too late? There'd been several times when Mildew had stayed out far too late, lost in the complexities of the Grove's flora- much to the dismay of the Den Mamas, unfortunately. But weren't they just-… The thought left as soon as it came, they couldn't quite remember what they were doing. Everything was strangely foggy.

Well, regardless of what happened, it was late. Too late. They'd best get home. Mildew began walking, taking not so quick glances at the flora as they moved towards what was, presumably, home. However, as they moved further, the forest became darker, yet darker.

---

It was almost too dark to see now, aside from a few intriguing species of glowing mushroom which lit the way… to somewhere..? Who really knew, but it was becoming increasingly clear that wherever this was, it was not the Grove's forest. At least, not any part Mildew had seen before.

It was familiar in a way. There was flora they recognized. They felt like they'd been here before. Yet, there was other flora, species they'd never seen before alien-like and beautiful all the same- they'd love to come back here and study them.

Mildew shook the thought off. This was not the time to be playing with plants, no matter how ridiculously stunning they were. After all, this place… it was… wrong.

It was dark here. Too dark. The moonlight couldn't even pierce the canopy. And it was also quiet- in-fact, they were beginning to realize they hadn't heard anything at all. That was, to say the least, extremely unnatural.

Perhaps they had gone the wrong way? The forest certainly shouldn't be getting darker the closer they were to the exit. Turning around, though- looking back filled them with a paralyzing dread. Fear. Anxiety. They were sure they'd been walking in a straight line, yet somehow that part of the forest looked darker… dangerous. They had a feeling that if they went that direction, they would never make it out. That wasn't great.

So then. It seemed their only option was forward- to follow the mushrooms into oblivion. At least they gave off light.

It probably just how dark it was, but the further that the folk moved, the brighter the mushrooms seemed to get. Eventually the trees started to clear, and Mildew found themselves in a clearing.

It was large, much larger than a small, insignificant, kit could comprehend. And yet, the mushrooms had claimed this space. There was so, so, many. They covered the ground and sprinkled the trees. And the middle- there was a large mass of what appeared to be mushrooms in the middle, all glowing brightly. Despite the dead silence of this abandoned forest, this place was lively. The mushrooms here even seemed to shift- wait no, they were shifting.

A sudden brilliance graced the clearing. It was bright. So bright. The glowing mass, serpentine in nature, slithered towards Mildew. There was a strange harmony in its movements. Run, their mind was begging them. And yet, Mildew didn't. As it approached, the folk realized that it had eyes, hundreds of eyes, actually. It blinked- it was watching them. And yet, there was a strange comfort to be had, sitting in the light of this... thing.

Then, all too suddenly, it spoke. Or- it didn't? It was like it was in their head.

“Welcome.” It said. “We've been expecting you. Would you like to join me, friend?”

For a moment, the kit was at a loss for words. Join them? What was that supposed to mean? What even was this thing? They found a part of themselves afraid, and yet another intrigued by this glorious beast.

“You…” Mildew started slowly, “-what are you?… Where is this? Do you know why I'm here? How to get out?”

“We… are the Choir of Spores. This is our home. I seek friends, you seem like a friend.”

Mildew blinked. “Alright, so- wait- so you want to be my friend?”

“Yes, we need friends. We have not much time, however. Tell us, friend, what do you desire the most?”

Mildew frowned. What a way to put them on the spot. “Well- uh- I never really thought about it.” They pondered it for a moment, what was it they wanted? “I mean, I guess I just want to learn about the plants and animals of this world. But, well-” a picture of Radon flashed through their head, “I guess I want to protect my friends, too. Maybe understanding the- the life that surrounds us can help with that- we could make medicines or something, protect people by knowing the unknown.”

The Choir nodded. Or maybe it was just shifting around. It was kind of hard to tell. “We understand. We can help, but in turn, can you help us?”

The folk mulled it over for a moment, they'd already made up their mind, though. “Sure, I can do that. Besides, you wanted to be friends, right? That's like, what friends do.”

“Yes…” the mass replied, “You accept our friendship?”

“Of course! You're- you seem cool.” They flashed a sheepish smile. “Gosh, um, I have so much to ask you. Like- what are you? Are you made of fungi, or do you just look like that? And-” they pointed to a strange plant, “what's that over there?”

The Choir shook its head. “All shall be answered in time. However, the sun is rising. Our time is up.”

“Wait- what?” It suddenly struck them, the world was falling- blurry- reality was crumbling away once again. They were tired, so tired. But- their questions-

“Worry not. We will see each other again. Thank you, friend.”

---

Before they knew it, The Choir of Spores was gone. As the ground crumbled away, the distant sounds of kits laughing and birds chirping could be heard.

It was morning. A new day.

mildew the shrooms mildew the shrooms mildew- The Spores have claimed Mildew.