??? 2025/05/19(Mon)15:43 No. 1108276 ID: 1de1ba
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Uuuuuuuuuuurch...

My chest aches. My throat burns. Can barely open my eyes, the image doesn't make sense.
I try to think. Barely can. Head feels a dreamt whirlpool, I've drowned twice over.
I'm, uh... I think...
My name, my name...
It's... it's, uh...
(Male Irish Gaelic names/words preferred, but anything Celtic is acceptable)

WAKE UP DARACH, you've been knocked out for AGES!!

...Sean?

Dochartach! No point in sunbathing on the lake all day, you have very important things to do!

SEAN!

Siodhachan! Get up!

Siúil

Tiobóid Finnegan is a fine name befitting of an Irish heritage. Everyone just calls you Theo, though.

Colm! or Colmn

>>1108293
Seconding Tio

>>1108293
It's gotta be Tio

Tio 2025/05/21(Wed)05:44 No. 1108359 ID: 1de1ba
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It's... ow, can't tell if the thudding's footsteps or my head

"Lad!"

Tio 2025/05/21(Wed)05:44 No. 1108360 ID: 1de1ba
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Vision's clearer. Someone squats next to me. He puts his hand on the... the bed, on a bed.

"Great, you're awake! I know you're probably a wee bit confused, the fog's done a number on you." I... think I recognize him. Smells familiar. "Still got your name?"

"Ueggh... it's, I'm... Tio?"

"Tio na Corrdearg, aye lad! Got mine?"

Complete blank. Think.
"...Bran?"

"Aye, close enough! You got your sister Cibha and incredibly handsome brother Brandubh. Now, got what the family does?"

(Any occupation in a pre-industrial fantasy setting applicable, though try not to get too ridiculous. Future updates will have character portraits with dialog. I lack them at the moment!)

Fletcher / Rancher / Butcher
You tend the birds. Sometimes you do the opposite of tending them.

All four archers in town know you by name.

fletcher/blacksmith

Roper
You are adept at weaving, twisting and shooting ropes.

Flax weaver (linen)

Fletcher!

You're an inksmith / calligrapher.
You make blocks of ink through an ancient process passed down for generations

>>1108383
Seconding! You always have a smoky, floral smell about you from working with soot and mixing in scents to keep the strong smell of the binder at bay.

You talk to the woodcutter often to know where the best pines are to gather resin for burning. Your brother Brandubh's arms are strong from having to knead the ink material before pressing it into a block and drying it.

seamstress

Or a "seamstress"

gong farmer

Tio 2025/05/25(Sun)10:50 No. 1108580 ID: 1de1ba
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Still fuzzy. Can't tell, I'm... I do.. Something to do with liquids. Water? Farms?
"I, it's... colors. I mix things?"

He pats my shoulder. "Aye, we make the inks and dyes of the whole village! Blacks, yellows, greens, and blues, best in all the far south! Now, c'mon, let's get you up from that sickbed."

He pulls me up. Wobbly, I can barely hold u-
Louder thudding, rapid approach

"TIO!"

Tio 2025/05/25(Sun)10:52 No. 1108584 ID: 1de1ba
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It's a wom-
She throws her arms around me

"Tio, you're back, thank Lea! You've got no right to treat your mother like that do you have any idea how worried I was I had that Dubhloch priestess over here every day I thought the Fog had sent you blind just before Lutricalia of all times but your eyes are cl" Fades out. Head's woozy, I barely hold up. Brandubh supports me.

Fades in. She pulls back, hands on my shoulders. Tears.
"Don't you ever do that to me again!"

(You're free to ask/suggest anything, doesn't have to be anything highlighted.)

Well, we gotta ask wtf is the FOG and what's up with it. And generally what happened to us immediately before we woke up.

Ask about food. Surely we're quite hungry having been out for so long

>>1108584
Be completely honest and mention that you're having trouble remembering things and your head feels sluggish.

Ask if hopefully they know why you were in the fog, since you don't remember.

Is Lutricalia a big event, like a ceremony or festival? If so, we'll need all hands on deck to make all the dyes...

Tio 2025/05/31(Sat)17:38 No. 1108947 ID: 1de1ba
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"I... colors're shifting, my head's ffffuzzy. What's, what's Fog? ...I'm really hungry."

"Oh, of course you are, gra! Brandubh, fetch some iascull from the Farraigemhors for your brother, would you?"

"Aye, ma."

Tio 2025/05/31(Sat)17:38 No. 1108948 ID: 1de1ba
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Brandubh gone, she kneels in his place, hand on mine, still teary.
"Now, I know you're confused dear, but don't worry yourself too much, I'm here for you."
"You had a bad case of Fog. Last week, you came home one night with a sore throat, scratching at your eyes. Next day, you collapsed while walking out the door, poor thing. You've been stuck in the second bed for the past week. Your brother's been staying to help take care of you."

Tio 2025/05/31(Sat)17:38 No. 1108949 ID: 1de1ba
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"Fog is... it's a sickness. Most get it as pups - your sister Cibha just had it and she's half your age - but you dodged it 'til you were just an adult. It starts with headaches and an itchy face, and that's where it ends for most. Sometimes it lasts longer, eyes get a bit cloudy, you become forgetful, the itching gets worse, but you still recover. Then, sometimes... it gets bad. You writhe in bed for days, you forget who you are, and then - thank Lea you were spared - it takes your sight."
She squeezes my hand. "But don't worry, you're past that. You're speaking coherent, you're fine now. You'll find your memories, I know you will."

Tio 2025/05/31(Sat)17:38 No. 1108950 ID: 1de1ba
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"Now, enough of that misery! You lived, that's what matters, and Lutricalia is right around the corner. It's the spring festival in honor of Lea and Edrac's marriage, as the rains and flowers return. Singing, dancing, games, feasting, everything - they've even captured a ship of rarities from Axath and Astglith! It's a time of happiness, of joy, and for you, a celebration of your new adulthood! Now, once's Brandubh's back, why don't you head out to the village, see if that jogs your memo- ah, I think I hear Bran coming back."

Tio 2025/05/31(Sat)17:38 No. 1108951 ID: 1de1ba
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"Here lad, two huff very early iascull. You're lucky we live so far south, these'd not even start growing for another week further up!"
Out of breath. Must've jogge- these smell like the most delicious thing I have ever encountered in my life.

(Ask more questions, see the village, something else - up to y'all.)

Do you hear voices?
Prophecy.

Go for that walk. Should you have a guide?

while walking review what you know, which is hopefully not a short list.

>>1108951
consume

>>1108951
Well yeah its the only food you have ever smelled it wins by default! Hmmm also why is everything non living grey

Where is my other half? Where is my lovely sweetclam? My salmon-dinner partner? My buouy in high water, and other otter endearment terms?

Tio 2025/06/10(Tue)17:20 No. 1109409 ID: 1de1ba
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Prophecy? Voices? No, not really.

I grab the fruits, sit, and nearly shove it into my mouth, before remembering I should split them open first.
Soft and oily, almost fishlike. Delicious.
"There's the Tio I know" Bran slaps my shoulder. "He can't ever get enough of those!"

Mom sits next to me, arm around my shoulder.
"Now, dear, it'll do you some good to get back on your feet. If you're still a bit fuzzy, we're in the middle of the village, right near the river. Upstream's the river-gathering and shrines, downstream's the farms, then the cliffs, down to the harbor. The tavern's right nearby just that way, and we've paid our labor tab to them for a good few weeks in case you're still hungry."

Brandubh chimes in.
"I'll go with him, make sure he doesn't trip off the cliffs."

I head out.

Tio 2025/06/10(Tue)17:27 No. 1109413 ID: 1de1ba
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Weather's... unremarkable. Overcast. Wet, but not raining. Smells like spring: grass and early flowers.
Tiny bits come back to me. A strange ship arrived the day I got sick. Brandubh's family lives down near the farms. I was... looking forward to Lutricalia, yet anxious. Can't remember why.
Everything still feels unreal. Not sure where I should hea-
>"Where is my lovely sweetclam"

Tio 2025/06/10(Tue)17:27 No. 1109414 ID: 1de1ba
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I DON'T HAVE A DATE FOR LUTRICALIA I'M GONNA BE ALONE EVERYONE WILL THINK I'M A LOSER AAAAAAAAA WHAT DO I DO

Try dating from the Fog!

Got any friends you can bribe to act as your date?

Turn to Bran in a panic and ask if there's anyone single in town.

You are a Celt and an otter. You must do the most Celt otter thing of all: swim whimsically around the underwater stone circle to woo a mate.

And sacrifice a goat.

>>1109414
You just came out of a near-blinding Fog, I think that's a good excuse.