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Scrybe of the Lost

In case credit isn't given, this was all written by wealmostaneckbeard

Humans decide when something is lost using their limited senses and knowledge. Throughout history, people become lost, fall victim to nature and eventually die. Historically, certain items have been misplaced (intentionally and accidently) while in transit, only to be found much later. The Scrybe of the Lost has accumulated such people and objects and displays them through out it's lair. The Scrybe is not human and does not share our limitations.

Special sigils:

N/A: Not applicable, the card does not have a sigil

Sealed Supplies: When this card is destroyed, draw 2 cards from any deck(s)

Consumable: When a card on your side of the board would lose health, the card bearing this sigil loses health instead

Planter: When a card bearing this sigil is played, add 2 Seeds cards to your hand

Scouting: A card bearing this sigil can returns to your hand at any time during your turn

Desperate: This card loses 1 health each round

Card name: Attack/Health: Sigils (I may have gone overboard with giving sigils to cards, some of them might work better without them): Discard the number of cards from your hand to your deck equal to the cost of the card you wish to play.

0 cost cards

Old Cargo:0/1: Sealed Supplies

Seeds:0/1: Consumable, Fledgling

Fresh Shipment: 0/1: Consumable, Sealed Supplies

Flotsam: 0/1: N/A

Giggling Observer:1/1: Annoying, Scouting

Bizarre Vermin:1/1: Consumable

1 cost cards

Colonist: 1/1: Planter

Castaway:1/1: Desperate, Handy

Wary Refugee:1/1: Sprinter

Explorer: 1/1: Bone Digger, Looter

Hiker: 1: 1/2: Desperate

Fugitive: 2/1: Amorphous

Conscript Soldier: 2/1: Desperate, Looter

Diseased Exile: 1/1:Brittle Latch, Touch of Death

Raving Being: 3/1: Annoying, Worthy Sacrifice

2 cost cards

Nomadic Gatherer: 1/3: Planter

Mounted Calvary: 2/2: Scouting, Double Death

Veteran Soldier: 2/2: Looter

Successful Explorer: 1/1: Gift Bearer, Trinket Bearer

Warden of the Cursed: 2/4: Sentry

Undiscovered Predator: 3/1: Scouting, Amorphous

3 cost Cards

Wagon: 0/2: Sealed Supplies, Double Death

Car: 2/3: Detonator, Brittle

Sinking Boat: 0/3: Sealed Supplies, Consumable

Ice-Locked Boat: 0/4: Frozen Away,

The Defiant Anomaly: 1/3: Power Dice

4 cost Cards

Stalling Airplane: 4/2: Airborne, Detonator, Brittle

Space Capsule: 0/4: Gift Bearer, Nano-Armor

Your Hubris Incarnate: 7/5: N/A

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I’ve been sitting on this submission for a little while now but!! @wealmostaneckbeard was kind enough to share some of their amazing ideas for how my Scrybe OC, Lost’s deck would work!! I love the details behind this, and I adore the Eldritchy vibes they went for!! Very fitting for my spooky Scrybe!! I had intended to do some illustrations to go with their ideas but I couldn’t make any I was happy with, so I’m finally just posting this!! Thanks again man, I appreciate how much thought you put into it!!!

#submission #this is super cool man laskdjf #I really need to develop my Scrybe oc more cause like #I love looking at everyone else’s and they have a very big role in like #the complex self insert fic that’s in my head #but!! anyway!! thank you again for the submission!!!#this is so cool!!!!#ron talks #throw it down the line #I think that’ll be my submission tag!!#im trying real hard to keep things semi-organized l;adskfj #inscryption

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the-rule-of-beasts · 2 years

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You feed grimora likers like a farmer to their chickens. I am running towards you with loving chicken intent for finding great grimora stuff and writing amazing grimora stuff thank you. Now imagine yourself getting flooded with bantam hens.

ASLDKASLDKFJ THANK YOU ANON??

As has been well established, Grimora is my absolute beloved. She is my wife, the love of my life, my silly mischievous necromancer. Everything I write with her is in part, entirely self indulgent. I see your loving chicken intent and I raise you the promise of some Grimora content incoming. I’m trying to write a cute domestic fic where you n her are married and like,,, inspiration waxes and wains but my love for her persists.

Anyway- we believe in Grimora supremacy over here on the-rule-of-beasts

#dreamy sigh- grimorraaaaa #gods I love her #I have so many ideas with her- the issue is that all of them are very self indulgent and im always worried that it wont have an audience a;l #like #I wanna write something vaguely horror themed with her- exploring like- rot and death and the concept of momento more and whatnot #I also wanna write something with like- a kind of evil grimora. just a villainous type lady #because shes dramatic and she deserves it #also pirate grimora- but that is a well established fact on this blog #I have lots of grimora ideas but wRITING HAAARRDD #anyway!!! love you guys!! drink some water please!!#ron talks #stimulation!!

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Do you do mashups? I would love to do some made by you. Or even a pairing quiz.

Honestly, I think I’d be down to do matchups!! I think like,,, it would be something that I open and close depending on how busy I am and how I’m feeling in the moment but!! I’d be down!! So like,, if anyone wants a matchup?? Feel free to ask!! It’s something to do while I catch up on asks!!!

#I did matchups on my old dark crystal imagines blog and honestly?? really fun!!#id be down to do them every once in a while!!!#also if anyone here happens to have also followed the-vibe-dealer #that was me #I’m so sorry for abandoning that blog but like #elder scrolls took over my life after a certain point alskdjfas #shout out to my phase of thirsting after some of the skeksis- that was certainly a time in my life #anyway!! that went off topic!!#ron talks #stimulation!!

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ya know even though P03 seems really rude, I feel like he’d still respect my pronouns and gender and wouldn’t just ignore it and honestly, I love him for that he’s so cute :]! /pos

Oh, absolutely Anon!! Every single one of the Scrybes would respect your pronouns, P03 included!!! He’s a jerk sure but like?? He’s not a monster??

Plus, just between us, none of the Scrybes are straight or cis. At least not in my little personal world. They’re all basically like?? Gods?? So why would they conform to mortal gender roles?? This has been my Ted Talk, thank you for coming.

#none of them are straight cis or neurotypical btw #is it me projecting? possibly.#but I like gender non conforming Scrybes too much to change my mind #p03 canonically uses it/he pronouns and like— I like sprinkling in a little they/them for funnies #Grimora just enjoys the vibes of she/her pronouns but she also uses they/them #Leshy could give less of a crap about pronouns #he’s fine with whatever people call him #it just happens to be he/him most of the time #magnificus is pretty much the same as Leshy except like #I feel like he’d enjoy neo pronouns occasionally. otherwise literally not a single shit given #he’s a wizard with a busy schedule- pronouns are the very last thing he worries about #anyway- thank you for the ask!!#stimulation!!#ron talks

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Ok so you wrote the 'Ghost on the shore' thing, right? (Which is very good by the way)

I was thinking that what if the challenger tried communicating through the death cards? Like, slowly mapping out sentences telling Leshy about themselves? Idk, i just feel like there's some story opportunity there but i don't have the brain cells to write it. Maybe explaining why they never take the meat?

Y’all… y’all. Y’all are absolute geniuses. I hadn’t even thought of this concept when I wrote Ghost on the Shore- and honestly?? Amazing, breathtaking, spectacular.

I’m sorry if y’all wanted a real, proper fic about this concept, I’ve been having trouble with long form writing as of late, so this is just going to be more of a stream of consciousness than anything else.

Okay okay anyway anyway:

Maybe you first reach out to Leshy through your death cards as an experiment. Maybe it was just for fun, maybe you have some suspicions that Leshy just seems far too real for this to be just a game. He’s said one to many oddly specific thing, has praised you one too many times, has held the camera one minute longer than seemed natural. Perhaps you feel like he’s truly in there, and perhaps- whether you truly believe yourself or not, you decide you want to reach out.

The first card is a simple message: a little “Thank You :)” written above a weak, high cost card with crappy sigils. It’s obvious to Leshy that you were not trying to make a usable card, not trying to break the game as you often seemed so fond of doing, instead using the name as a way to communicate. He does not respond right away, and your monitor displays the by now familiar “…”. He takes your puppet’s picture, and the game resets. He does not comment when the scene shifts back to his table, to the shadowy puppet and the long stretching silence.

But you notice that he did not pin up your death card too the door, that he does not offer it for use. And in your wandering about his cabin, if you are keen about it, you will notice that it is placed on his right side, often resting beneath the tips of his fingers.

This is promising.

You hasten your death, dying quickly to map battles and shifting excitedly when the scene once again shifts into that familiar photo room. You pay no attention to the stats, no mind to making a descent, working card. Instead you type “can you hear me?” with shaking fingers. There is another long stint of silence as Leshy ponders your card, hope swelling in the Scrybe’s chest in… well, he can hardly remember the last time he had felt hope.

“No,” he finally says, and you can feel your excitement mounting with every word, “I cannot hear you. But this- I can see this.”

Thus begins a new way of playing, of learning how to communicate. Leshy is finally able to begin to place a person to the puppet he faces, is finally able to put bits and pieces together to form the semblance of a personality. And you learn new ways to communicate with your game master, learn everything you can about him and his world. He tells you stories, asks you questions about yourself. You learn a way to answer yes and no questions with the squishy mushrooms by the globe, two bops for yes, one for no.

And you use every death as an opportunity to introduce yourself time and time again. You give him your name, your real name. You tell him that you love his game, that you wish the two of you could speak properly. You tell him how bitter you are about not being able to eat his gift, your little “want meat >:(“ bringing a smile to his face and his bright laugh to the dark room.

And it is not much, it is small and fragile, but it is tangible. And Leshy knows that there is a person behind the puppet. A true Challenger to love and to admire. He has words now, words that he can hold and read over and over again, even when you leave. He has promises now, too, words that he gets to hold close to his heart and await the day they are fulfilled. He has you now, a semblance of you, a tangible part of you that he can touch and feel and cherish. And while he wants more. He wants to hear you, to touch you, to feel your pulse and your breath, feel the proof that you are alive and that he is alive. But this… this is enough. This is the small blessing you gave him, the one true light in the darkness that surrounds and suffocates him.

And he hopes that one day there will be more.

He hopes that one day, there will be you.

#okay okay this is very short but!! its something!!!#I’m trying really hard not to lose interest in inscryption and to actually write more for it but I’ve been really sad lately #something something I’m very neurodivergent so its hard to stay motivated most of the time #so I’m trying to answer a lot of the more simple things in my inbox so I can like—#not feel really bad saldkfj #but but!! that out of the way!!! this is a very good idea!!#I really wanted to include like— you finding a way to connect a microphone to the game so you could actually talk to Leshy properly but lik #I figured that Kaycee would have tried that as well- and if one of the actual programmers behind the game couldnt do it then like-#its probably either very hard to do or kind of impossible #either way Leshy is so genuinely happy to have some way to speak to his beloved challenger #he hold each and every one of those death cards next to him at every waking moment #he loves touching them- especially when you’re gone #he pretends that he’s touching you- and it helps #also I can’t remember but I think my bestie Emile mentioned somewhere that he imagined Leshy noticing little things about his challenger #and one of them was whether they play with the little mushrooms or not and like #all I could think about was how cute it would be if Leshy asks you yes or no questions and you just #respond with the little bouncy noises #its the little things you know!!#anyway!! love you guys!! drink some water!!#stimulation!!#ron talks #inscryption #inscryption x reader #leshy x reader #leshy inscryption #grimora's pirate headcannons

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the-rule-of-beasts · 2 years

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Posting this here as well!!!

Happy valentines day to those who are celebrating!!!

In the spirit of the day (and in an attempt to rid me if the accursed beast known as art block), self shippers!!! Or anyone really- if you want me to do a lil doodle of you n one of your FO's, a ship, or just a character, DM me!!! I'll only be accepting requests for today, but please lemme know if you want a lil doodle!!!

Love you all, take care of yourself today!!

#dm me peeps!!!#inscryption #x reader #self insert #ron talks #rons art

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I am officially over my sickness! Yay!! And to celebrate here is something short and sweet while I work on some long form answers of y'all's asks!!

@kakusu-shipping made a post about how in the meta Leshy doesn't know anything about the player, like how he can't see and hear them like P03 can and?? I've been going insane ever since. So I pumped this out based on that idea!! It's in Leshy's POV and he uses they/them for the reader but!! Yeah!!! Some (hopefully) angsty writing to hold you and me over until I post some cute stuff. And once again I REFUSE to proofread- I don't have anywhere near the attention span needed for that

Anyway!! Love y'all, enjoy!!

The Ghost on the Shore (Leshy x GN!Reader)

In which Leshy wishes for the impossible.

"I did this all for you, you know."

His words felt hollow, empty. Ringing out in an empty cabin, the meaning swallowed by deep shadows and flickering candle light. Leshy, once great Scrybe, a man lost to isolation, to madness- to desperation- and his dearest and most precious friend.

The challenger sat in perfect silence and in a death-like stillness. Their features were shadowed as always, their form taught like the drawn string of a bow. Like a puppet waiting for their master's cue. That is what they were, Leshy supposed. A puppet, a mere tool for the true Challenger to use. To interact with the world he had so carefully crafted for them.

All for them.

Always for them.

"To breathe, to slumber… to eat. This is not life."

He watched the shadowed figure with the keen gaze of a predator, hopelessly searching for any sign of life, any movement, any reaction- a part of him hoping against hope that if he were to just look hard enough, to somehow peer past the wall that separated them, he could see them. The true them. The challenger that he knew sat before the monitor of a computer, who pulled the strings of their puppet with a terrifying and graceful mastery. The challenger he loved with a fierceness he could not describe, with the sort of deep mourning that grew roots deep into his very heart.

How did they feel now, he wondered. Were they celebrating their victory? Were they filled with the same sense of pride he was? Were they frightened? Joyous? Forlorn?

He had loved like this before, he remembered, though the memory was faint and faded. She had been his first challenger, his first love. But she was gone now, abandoning him to the ever present silence. He knew her as little as he knew this new Challenger, and that lack of knowing sent a sharpened pike through his chest.

Thus was his curse, he supposed. To love and to want, but to never truly know.

"Life is the thrill of the hunt and the woe of the vanquished. You have now lived, truly."

He presented his gift, a plate of the finest aged meats. He knew they would not accept his gift, they never did, but there was a strange comfort to be found in the gesture nonetheless. He wondered why they never accepted it, what part they found lacking. He wished he could know, he wished they could simply tell them, but…

"So now you may eat."

The silence stretched into an eternity, nothing but the flickering of candlelight and the faint ticking of his clock reminding Leshy that he was alive. He examined the shadows that obscured the challenger, tapping the worn wood of the table with a gnawing sort of impatience. What were they thinking now? What were they doing?

He wondered idly if they ever spoke to him, if they ever played along with his stories. He wondered if they truly did wish to accept his gift, if something was preventing them. He would receive no answer if he asked, but that did not stop him.

"Is there something wrong with it?"

He leaned forward towards the shadows, hoping, praying for some reaction. Something that hinted at the life that lay just beyond his reach. Something, anything to make him feel less alone. To show him that his dearest Challenger was there, that they were alive and aware and-

"Enlighten me. What would make it better?"

Silence.

Silence, stretching long into the darkness and tangling around him like too many webs. Dragging him down, down, down- deeper into the nothingness that always threatened to consume him.

Bitterness sunk its fangs into his heart, anger flaring and his hands gripping the table hard enough to splinter the wood. There was no response from his Challenger. There never was. Only emptiness. Only stillness. Only…

Nothing.

"I have come to expect nothing from your kind."

He stood, his face hard and his mouth set in a sneer. A part of him was grateful for the shadows that covered him, the soft and gentle core that did not want his Challenger to see him angered.

To see him afraid.

"If you do not want it, then come with me."

The scene seemed to shift in a blur- it always did- and Leshy was standing in the doorframe. He glared down at the puppet, as if it was their fault for building the wall that separated him from the Challenger he so desperately wished to know.

But it was not their fault. It never had been, this puppet had just as little control as he did.

"Stand right there."

They moved, hands reaching out to take his camera from its resting place upon a shelf, gingerly holding it in front of their shrouded face. Leshy could see the glint of their ring in the flickering light, reflecting like moonlight in the darkness of the night.

That ring… he had meant it for her. He meant to give it to her before she had disappeared, but she had gone before he had ever gotten the chance.

He was glad that he had finally been able to give it to someone.

Especially to them.

There was a click, the puppet trying to take a photograph of him. It did not work. It never did. This had not been the first time the Challenger had won, after all.

He allowed himself to fancy that it seemed a tad more hesitant than usual.

"I will need that," he said, tenderly taking the camera from the puppet's hands. He could not help but linger for a moment, feeling the cold, false texture of their skin. He wondered what the Challenger truly felt like. If their hands would be warm, if they would be soft or calloused…

"You are worthy of a memorial. I will endeavor to fulfill this."

He set up his camera with quick and deft hands, the movements second nature at this point. He positioned himself, his camera to his chest, ready to be raised once more when the moment was right.

"Please. Inscribe your name."

And this- these were the moments he treasured the most, as grisly a fact as it was. The death of the puppet provided the closest thing to an actual interaction with his Challenger. A name, written by their own hand. They had given him many during their time together, some obvious jokes, some actual names- but each was more precious to Leshy than the last.

He wondered if this one was their true name, if this was the one that would bring him closer to knowing his beloved Challenger.

Silence, a moment of hesitation on the puppet's part. He wondered what was going through the Challenger's head, what they were thinking.

But the moment passed, and soon he found a card in his hand, inscribed with a name. He took a moment to commit the letters to memory, to taste the syllables in his mouth as the word rolled off his tongue.

"A fine name," he murmured, wishing desperately that he could see the face to whom the name belonged.

He sighed, holding his camera to his eye. The silhouette of the puppet was framed in his viewfinder, and his heart pounded with that familiar thrill of inscryption.

Though there, as always, staining the edge of his excitement was the grief. Bitter and cold, and with fangs sharper than even regret.

Perhaps this was what this feeling was- regret.

"Do not despair," he said, more to himself than to the Challenger, "You've won."

The click of the shutter and a blinding flash of light, and soon Leshy found himself sat back at his table with the flickering of candlelight and the ticking of his clock keeping him company. He spared a glance back towards the storage room door, finding that the new death card was pinned to the wood with the others. He turned to the shadows before him, that desperate bitterness creeping back into the forefront of his mind.

"Here we are, once again," his nails dug into the table, deepening the marks he had already left there, "How many more do you have in you?"

There was no answer. And, heartbreakingly, the figure in the shadows faded away, disappearing into the nothingness that seemed oh so prevalent in his sad state of being.

They had left, as they often did after their victories, their puppet disappearing and leaving Leshy truly alone with his thoughts. The very thoughts that tortured him with fears of losing them, of his beloved Challenger never returning, of leaving him to be once more consumed by the darkness. By the nothing.

He sighed, closing his eyes and resting his heavy head on his table.

He would wait for their return, as he always did. Wishing that he could know them the way he so dearly wanted to.

And in the meantime the shadows would dance about him and the silence would numb and dull his mind.

How much longer would this last?

#pats top of leshy #THIS BABY CAN HOLD SO MUCH GRIEF IN IT #listen- LISTEN #I SAW THAT POST ABOUT LESHY BEING ALL SAD ABOUT NOT KNOWING THE CHALLENGER AND #IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT FOR DAYS #im very sorry for tagging you again btw its just that you're a genius and you deserve to know that agakaha #leshy is so sad i---#im already thinking about a sequel set after the deletion begins #where he finally gets to see the challenger he fell in love with #he finally gets to see you #but that thought hurts right now so like #gimme a lil bit on that one shajahs #anyway!! i love you all!! drink some water!!#inscryption #leshy inscryption #leshy x reader #x reader #ron writes

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Also update I am!!! Feeling substantially better!!!!

Another update- I was playing some Inscryption on call with the bro™ and Leshy just suddenly says "Scoop?" And holds out the olive branch and I???? ??????

SCOOP???

#leshy really pulled that out of nowhwre i??? hELLO???#please explain to me kf this actually means something becuse right now im just losing it a little #he just went Scoop in the middle of battle and then offered a truce and i am?? so confused???#anyway i proceeded to then die to the trader further down the line and when i respawned he #he said something about the last player not being one for trading so #thats fun!! yet anothwr thing to add to the Leshy is absolutely alive in there pile!!#also shoutout to trifuricated Ouroboros and trifuricated Ronnie for pulling that game in clutch #even if it was my ouroborus hubris that killed me 😔😔#ron talks #inscryption

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It’s been snowing and storming where I’m from. Can I request Leshy and his challenger having a snow day? His challenger telling him to bundle up more or Leshy accidentally spooky his challenger because he’s basically a tree with some snow on it?

I'm in a very winter wonderland mood today because it rained the other day and coated everything in a thick layer of ice, and then today it was sunny and all the ice melted so if you went outside you had a 97% change of getting an icicle straight to the head.

I stood outside for like 2 hours getting pelted with sky ice for this fic.

btw while not directly mentioned in my dumb writer brain this is connected to the Save State trilogy, and is the same reader from those.

Winter Weather

Leshy X GN!Reader

In which you may or may not get beamed in the head with a snowball.

You'd realized, after a while, an interesting fact about the world of Inscryption; It didn't have seasons.

The weather cycled, sure. Some days it would rain, other's it would be sunny. Some hot, some chill. But what was interesting was how it varied from island to island.

Grimora's crypt was always at a pleasant Autumn overcast, with the occasional thunderstorm in the dead of night, always dim even during mid day and ever so slightly windy.

P03's factory was the same, overcast most days, as too much sun made the machines too hot, usually cold and smoggy. Occasionally he'd get lighting and thunder, but never rain. The air was always thicker there, more charged, as if a storm was always on the horizon.

Magnificus' tower, then, was their counter. There was rarely a day without sunshine on Magnificus' islands. He adored natural light, his entire top floor of his tower was bathed in warm sun every day. His nighttime skies were just as clear, with near constant meteor showers and stunning star clusters. He always seemed rather proud of his lands.

Leshy's forest was the outlier. Every day you'd cross his bridge, you'd find a new forecast awaiting you on the other side.

Most days were clear, though the thick grove of trees kept the sunlight from ever reaching the forest floor. The same would go for rain, keeping you dry and your walk from the bridge to the cabin.

Some days were colder, some were warmer. Once you'd entered the forest and saw, at the docks, the Angeler enjoying a wild storm, blowing the sea into a raging mass. They caught a massive fish that day, with your help of course.

So, you weren't too surprised as you entered Leshy's land once again, to find the crunch of leaves replaced with a soft crack of ice.

The forest was coated in a thick layer of ice and snow, one that would clearly have needed to build up over a few days of freezing and thawing and refreezing, which clearly hadn't happened, as just yesterday you'd spent a pleasant Spring evening with the Trapper by a fire.

You were not dressed for the sudden weather, and while a smarter person would turn back and await the sudden winter's end, you were to preoccupied by the beauty of the snow, and pressed onward.

Nothing but the crunch of your steps in the snow echoed though the forest, it was rare to find a quiet moment in Leshy's forest. Plenty of Beasts called these woods their home, and they kept the place surprisingly lively.

The silence put you on edge.

A snow ball whizzing past your head at the speed of a fucking bullet Did Not Help.

The wad of snow hit a tree with a hard crack as you spun to see your assailant, and found a pair of anxious orange eyes buried in frost covered foliage and snow.

"Leshy." You spoke in a deeply panic inducing tone that made the great scrybe flinch and drop his next snow ball. His back arched as he folded in on himself under your gaze, his hands raptoring before his chest as he avoided eye contact.

The motion of being a scared little rabbit did not make the hulking beast any shorter, but it did make him more pathetic looking. You sighed and dropped you annoyed gaze.

"Snow?" You kicked the loose snow by your feet, and Leshy nodded, still looking anxious.

"Wolves... Requested hibernation.... Thought it'd be... a good excuse..." He rung his hands together, thinking on his words in a slower pace than usual. He scratched at his chin and lost a few leaves.

"And the snowball?"

He shifted, he hated your interrogations. He always felt like he was in trouble for something. You made him anxious. He'd decided it was because you, a pitiful little human thing, were simply intimidating to him, the Great Scrybe of Beasts, and refused to look further into his feelings about it.

"...Prospectors idea..." He finally muttered, shifting in place.

"Snowball fight..." You put the thought together and scanned the area, noticing the Prospector's distinct footprints in the snow a little ways away, followed closely by the Angeler's. Seems they were a team.

Bending down you scooped the powdery snow into your bare hand, it didn't feel cold anymore, and you chose to believe that was because of the magic of the game, rather than steadily worsening frostbite.

"Well then," you shaped your weapon easily enough, the snow just the perfect mix of powder and wet to stick together, "shall we?"

Leshy perked out of self folded state at the slightest inclination you'd want to engage in combat with him, by his side. The cold felt like nothing as excitement warmed his entire body. Quickly, he started making more ammo than either of you could carry.

Achoo-

You sniffed, feet bare and soaking in a hot basin of water as you sat before a fireplace in Leshy's cabin, a quilt over your shoulders.

"WHAT is Frostbite???" Leshy poured freshly boiled water from a bucket into the basin, making you flinch, "I didn't see anything bite you!"

The panic in his voice was obvious, he never was good with new information, especially about humans and their weakness.

"It just means my skin froze-" You started, and were quickly stopped.

"YOUR SKIN???????? FROZE???????"

"It's not that big a deal." Well, it was. But you could still feel your fingers, so it probably wasn't the biggest big deal. And even if it was, it was well worth getting a chance to nail the Prospector square in the face with a snowball.

Leshy paced around the room, the floor board creaking with his every move, leaves shedding and falling from him as he scratched at himself.

"Leshy." You touched him, gently, on the arm.

He stopped dead in his tracks and collapsed into your contact, resting his head on his lap as he pooled onto the floor, staring at you like a dog looking at their sick owner. You smiled and ran your fingers though his hair.

"You're shedding." You giggled, brushing loose leaves between your fingers.

"It happens..." His voice still shook with concern, though he clearly tried to swallow it.

"So does this," You kicked your foot from the basin, splashing hot water into the fire before you, "and you don't see me freaking out over you suddenly loosing so much foliage. That's freaky."

"It is not." He sat up to be level with you, "It's very normal to shed dying foliage, it just all happens to die at once in the cold. It'll grow back just fine."

You chuckled, and kissed his raised forehead, and act that shut the scrybe up instantly, turning his cheeks a bright shade of red. He collapsed back onto your lap, no more complaints or worries to be said, as he buried his face into your thighs.

You continued to pet him, leaning back into your chair, the fire flickering, it's warmth lulling you into a comfortable rest.

#HOLDS THIS STORY GENTLY IN MY ARMS #HHHHH SNOWBALL FIGHT SNOWBALL FIGHT!!!!#this #this is making me so soft #also just the mental image of leshy throwing a snowball at very deadly speeds is KILLING me #10/10 my dude #this has fed me and made me way happier aboht the cold weather #if i wasnt ill i would wanna go sledding but alas #i shall simply daydream about sledding with the babes 😔😔#reblargle

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