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The Witchberry Spider
And Oboroqoru said to the Witchberry Spider, "you kept the Urn of Plenty for yourself when others most needed it, hoarding a wealth of which you needed only a fraction."
"As punishment, you shall carry the Urn forever, but its bounty will bring you no succor. You can feed others sumptuous foods, but you will eat only insects. So mote it be."
So it was. The Witchberry Spider took the Urn of Plenty upon its back and became a rambling cornucopia, feeding humbly as others feasted upon its leavings.
-excerpt from Kyakukyan Folk Tales, vol II, transcribed and translated by Nuntu
Rover YY
[TRACE_INFO | YY_BOOT | 25243 BR ]
[TRACE_INFO | YY_RECORD | 25243 BR ] {DATA CORRUPTED}
[TRACE_INFO | YY_RECORD | 25243 BR ] {DATA CORRUPTED}
[TRACE_INFO | YY_SLEEP | 25242 BR ]
[TRACE_INFO | YY_BOOT | 15590 BR ]
[TRACE_INFO | YY_RECORD | 15289 BR ] {DATA CORRUPTED}
[TRACE_INFO | YY_RECORD | 15289 BR ] {DATA CORRUPTED}
[TRACE_INFO | YY_SLEEP | 15289 BR ]
[TRACE_INFO | YY_BOOT | 08138 BR ]
[TRACE_INFO | YY_RECORD | 08138 BR ] "Oh-Ooo-EEE-Ee-Ahh e-EEE EEEEEEEE"
[TRACE_INFO | YY_BOOT | 03488 BR ]
[TRACE_INFO | YY_RECORD | 03488 BR ] "WENDIGO! WENDIGO! EY!!"
[TRACE_INFO | YY_RECORD | 03488 BR ] {DATA CORRUPTED}
[TRACE_INFO | YY_SLEEP | 03488 BR ]
[TRACE_INFO | YY_BOOT | 00188 AR ]
[TRACE_INFO | YY_RECORD | 00188 AR ] {DATA CORRUPTED}
[TRACE_INFO | YY_SLEEP | 00188 AR ]
[TRACE_INFO | YY_BOOT | 00624 AR ]
[TRACE_INFO | YY_RECORD | 00624 AR ] "... can't read the data, but I've converted the dates to the Reshephian calendar and OH MOON AND SUN IT'S MOVING"
[TRACE_INFO | YY_RECORD | 00624 AR ] {DATA CORRUPTED}
[TRACE_INFO | YY_SLEEP | 00043 AR ]
[TRACE_INFO | YY_BOOT | 00999 AR ]
[TRACE_INFO | YY_RECORD | 00999 AR ] {DATA CORRUPTED}
[TRACE_INFO | YY_RECORD | 01000 AR ] {DATA CORRUPTED}
[TRACE_INFO | YY_RECORD | 01000 AR ] {DATA CORRUPTED}
[TRACE_INFO | YY_RECORD | 01001 AR ] "Friend. Live and... drink?? Oq, go fetch Elder Irudad. We've a visitor."
Porphryptus
O, to be a vine on the Hanging Hills! No accounts of the peculiar customs of humans have enchanted me like the pillow books out of the courts of the fiefdoms of Odrum. Allow me to recount one of the more colorful practices. In court, it is common to display wealth and status through the keeping of fanciful caged birds. Particularly in Doria, the courtiers have bred birds to a stunning degree of ornamentation. The books are filled with the antics of these avian beauts and the trouble they cause their possessors. They've ruined suppers, soured alliances, and even killed their noble breeders in the course of court displays gone tragically wrong. Occasionally, the birds themselves rise to power and supplant their aristocratic progenitors. Some, however, abide by their natures more straightforwardly, taking advantage of an ajar gate and simply flying away to another life.
-Collected notes from the Baccata Yewtarch
Esbear
Oh. Yes.
I thought you should know? That there is a powerful esper. On the other side of that door.
I will go first. To reflect the attack.
Then we can camp, and... ah. I am thinking about starapples and honey. I would like you to cook that, when we make camp. Yes?
Hm? Oh. Yes. The powerful esper. I will go and kill them.
And then. Starapples and honey.