Autumn 26th - THE ALIEN IS GONE 👽
THE ALIEN BROKE OUT I REPEAT THE ALIEN BROKE OUT
Not much else happened today lmao I bought a house plant from the Travelling Merchant
Dug up another chicken statue
Oh I made some Dino Mayo thats fun
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That can’t be good
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Oh how I yearn to be a goofy little travelling merchant in a video game, wandering through fantastical lands, always somehow getting to every town before the hero does, autistically infodumping to my customers about the one specific type of item I'll pay extra for if they sell it
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Shed a tear knowing I’ll never experience this
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My Cookie Run OC, Klepon Cake Cookie
"It's a pleasure to do business with a fellow cookie."
A cookie who works as a merchant, she is as sweet as a brown sugar and a coconut but she can be very strict and greedy when it comes to money and business. Despite being a wealthy merchant, she often being too naive to her customer as there's often bad cookies buy and trade items with her. Every cookies know that Klepon Cake Cookie's family are a very well known travelling merchant in the Kingdom, see her carriage and you will find her goodies
Position: Middle
Class: Support
Skill: Good luck business
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A doctor rushing to a small town on horseback, praying diligently to Hermes for safe and speedy travel so that they may make it before the patient is too sick to help. Hermes hearing this - and curious by it. People often ask for safety from thieves. Thieves ask for luck amongst the roads, potential targets to snag and steal. Merchants request shortcuts so they may sell their wares quicker. Rarely does he ever hear prayers for safety, for speed, for luck so that someone may help another.
So he follows silently, a little sparrow soaring above. Slips down from the air to the ground, as tiny as a mouse, and darts rapidly behind running boots. Watches from the corner of a room as a child weakly breathes and a doctor patiently attends to them.
It's interesting to him, the care. He's not yet seen it much in travelers - seen it in families, of course, in friends. But never in strangers. People are wary of those they meet on roads. Strangers on hidden paths, far away from helpful eyes and warrior swords, prickle with potential danger.
And yet...
It's interesting to watch the colour rise back to a pale face, cheeks flushed, lungs drained of fluid and now breathing clearer. A medicinal paste is rubbed into a lanced wound. Clear words, clear instructions.
The doctor stays for a few more days, attending to small ailments, checking in on the child. And then they're off to the next town, praying for safety and speed so they may help those who need it before it's too late.
He follows. He watches. He learns.
It fascinates him. Healing, helping. Traveling roads endlessly to take care of others. Even at cost, it's baffling. The effort, the drive - how do they manage it? Aren't they tired?
All travelers settle down eventually. Nomadic lifestyles run thin as age impacts movement. Energy. And yet on and on this doctor roams. And others soon follow.
Please, Lord Hermes, they whisper into rushing wind, please let me make it in time. Before someone falls prey to Death's cold scythe. I just want to help.
Okay, he whispers back, inaudible to their ears but not to their growing spirit. Run, my child. You will make it. You will help.
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