Chiyanna

(You could have her just hanging in the swamp or around it. Most start with a post with how they're in a strange place and can't remember anything and then see who responds. You could run into me and Fang or maybe Guiding and yourlocalstranger)

"That...that..." the spirit paused, thinking back on the way the shadow with the swimming tail had talked about babies. How it had them, that look in its lights. But though it stirred something in the spirit, it just didn't know.

The spirit still didn't quite understand everything that was said, but some of the words that were unknown before now were known, "What are babies anyway? Do you know?"

"About birds that steal babies and swimming tails and names." Replied the spirit, "I'd rather like to know what a bird looks like, but all I remember is hearing that they steal babies."

Currently there is a tie between the first half and second half of Christmas break!

(Are you kidding? I love walls of text :) )

As they walked down the hill, the spirit looked around. This area was...different than the rest of the place. But was it familiar? And what am I doing here? Why can't I think...why don't I know? And why do I understand so little conversation?

Thanks for the update! I have a line of Anne Housers like you have of Drug (same name), 4 generations so far :) of course they weren't all game generated

The spirit simply said, "OK" and continued following.

"No-no. I mean, I don't know. Everything's so foggy, in my head and in this place."

"O-ok," said the spirit, "I follow, you."

Also the stuff in quotation mark is able to be replied to rp wise

Add these things to my bio when you can @Liljatonttu: -Remembers something about babies being stolen by bluebirds -Remembers swimming tail being an important thing

(Oh that's true! Thanks. Also may not be on much the next couple days just a heads up)

(Geesh a lot happened overnight. Also I feel like everyone is discovering things about themselves way too fast. I'm going slower with my nicheling, but it feels like they're stunted or stupid or something because of that lol) "Uh...I think they saw another shadow and rushed off."

"O-O, K" said the spirit. "You do have the tail for swimming. That's rather important because-well, uh, I don't know why." But it really does feel important...

(OK, just post the changes to the thread and I'll change them for u. I'll probably have to get off for the day soon, just a heads up. Also currently making TerrorClan in niche in a world with better settings for thr challenge But I'll edit your form next time I'm on if so.

(Oh! Of course that's fine lol

That would work! So in case I drop off the face of the earth (without any explanation/timeframe to when I'll be back) you assume charge of this thing until I come back (if I come back). Probably a week without any activity is a good time-frame for me dropping off the face of the earth. Also in case a session is scheduled and I can't attend/have to leave you're in charge of it.

(Well she's your character. Just submit the edits to personality and I'll put it in her form in character storage. Personally, I am a big fan of character development so I always like to have a story reason why a character's personality changes/do it over time. But of course the first session hasn't occured yet so this is the ideal time to change her starting personality As for her being Ravrnfrost's mom, she would have to be a lot older for that to be the case. And I was used to them being sisters. But I guess if it makes more sense with your OCs then I don't really have a problem with it. Such changes will not be able to be made after the first session of course. So it's good to make them now if they need to be changed.

Toxic body bebe! Donro has been spending his time sniffing around for roots and digging them up to help feed the tribe. But now he's sniffed out something rather more dangerous. On the other side of our territory Tare has gotten herself into a bit of trouble. Anyone who can reach her that turn rushes to help. The next turn, with the help of her half-brothers, she is released. Instead of being shaken so that she never wants to explore again, she finds the experience exciting. Especially after Notata mentions that at the very least they would be able to harvest the plant when it regrows. Finding that she can be useful to the tribe in other ways than gathering nuts her whole life, Tare sets out to explore. Little Tami is born, the second poison-bodied bebe and Notata's first child. On the other side of our territory the tribe uses the technique of letting a nicheling be caught by the carnivorous plant and then freeing them to get food in a desperate time of little to eat.

Me trying to move this conversation here: Also maybe there should be a successor manager. Kinda like deputy but in the management side not the rp side. Someone to run the thing if for whatever reason I'm not around temporarily. Maybe I should set up a poll for that to? Or someone can volunteer. And this person could also set up the discord server?

"Nick, name? Name? N-no. I don't know." They scoured their ...inner conversation, their mind, their anything. No trace of a name. Name is who you are, or what everyone knows you by. No trace of who I am. No trace of anything! "Why no name? Why can't I...think? Know?"

(Well not sure if everyone involved had a discord account. I had one but I forgot my password after I stopped using it for...uh...reasons. Anyway, I could probably get in again. This is a good idea for the future if this thing works out and I don't fall off the face of the earth again. We'll see how the first session goes. Also do you mean for polls or just for communication?

That look in the shadow's white lights...a look of happiness? Comfort? It made the spirit sad, somehow, but they didn't know why. Their...communication, their talk that came out of their mouth touched something in the spirit deep inside. Instead of trying communicate this, this no non-understandable feel, the spirit blurted out an obvious observation, "Your noise, your talk is higher than mine." Was that it? Had the difference in her pitch reminded the spirit of something? Or was it the way she talked of babies, and that look in her...lights? The spirit knew they were called something...different. He bad seen them before in a different...place.