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Log 69 To be honest, stopped actually counting. Would refer back to previous logs but Pumpkin keeps eating them. Need to look into finding a basket to keep better track of the fruits. Blossom said the guy with the weird hat might be able to help. Will maybe ask later. Cultivation continues to go well. Food supplies seem to be straightening out, hopefully war will end soon so I can grow shrooms for just myself again. Injury count decreasing steadily. Most injuries can be h...

Log 51 War continues. Injuries continue. Healing continues. Things are feeling really redundant. Decided to investigate “trash kingdom” since bored. Not sure what I was expecting. Lots of trash. Lots of eating. Talks about types of clothes I had to look up. Kinda grossed out. Kinda intrigued. Not sure if will visit again. Paper mâché castle was interesting. Don’t understand the racoon statues though. Visited bookstore. Not my place. Bought books to test as ...

Log 27 Missing the basin, starting to get tired of people. Might need to consider moving permanently so I don’t have to get shot in the ass every month. To be determined. Injuries still happening but seems to be getting better for now. No bone setting in last few days. Overheard patient say something about seeing three racoons in a trench coat running through the city. Unsure if due to pain, pain relief, or delirium. “Trash kingdom” also gets brought up as a topic a...

Log 13 War continues, more people injured. Many bandages used, a lot of blood cleaned. More bones set. Overheard a weird story regarding the “trash kingdom” (whatever that is) and playing strip poker. The dextro lost and not only had to take off all their clothes but apparently something ate them. Investigate further later. Watermelon overheard story and has been stealing random pieces of clothing. Decided not to say anything since who knows what belongs to who. Mostl...

Log 1 Began assistance with the war efforts after recovering from the initial phase of “the cure” (what it’s curing, I don’t know). Was suggested to make notes of current efforts. Cultivation of edible mushrooms goes well. Using the free provided stew as fertilizer like back home. Too early to tell if it is as functional as the other stew received. Helped care for wounded. General first aid. Had to help set some bones for worse damage. The fruit are behavin...

It was time for Amaranthe’s semi-regular visit to Haven in the Verdant Kingdom. Ever since she agreed to help Blossom after the Festival, Ama had taken the time to visit the city and help with the cultivation of the various mushrooms that could be found. Though it also worked out in her favor since she could get the strange black stew that served as a great fertilizer for her own garden back home. Which would hopefully still be standing when she returned home. Somehow over tim...

“Ah, yes, you are the 67th patron to ask about that today. All of the releases of the day can be found over there in the lounge area. Is there anything else I can help you with?” The patron shook their head no before walking away from the information desk that Etain was in charge of for the day. Ever since the news spread about the late Queen Deja statue being stolen from Verdant Castle, anyone and everyone had been talking about it nonstop and trying to...

Amaranthe wasn’t sure what to make of the invitation she received. The last time she was invited anywhere was… never. A hermit like her kept to herself almost all the time. It was probably the almost that caused such a weird happening. Not long ago despite not really wanting to, Ama attended the Great Harvest Festival. She had things to do in society that dealt with other people (ew) so she figured she might as well make a few crystal along the way. The biggest hassle was wr...

People. Ew. Keep it together, Amaranthe. It’s only for a few hours. Ama futilely tried to keep herself sane, but there was no sanity to be had. She was at her stall at the Festival. Surrounded by people (ew). With three creatures bouncing around her. She did not trust them enough to leave them at the house alone for an extended period of time. The destruction that could have happened had she done so was enough to make her suck it up and drag them along. Not ideal, but it was w...

With the three sleeping creatures safely tucked away in the hut, Amaranthe took the opportunity to deal with her basket of newly harvested mushrooms. And mentally prepare to deal with people. Ew. First things first though: spore harvesting and organizing. With a small scalpel in hand and many small bags, Ama began the most time-consuming part of her process and harvested as many spores as she possibly could. Some she would keep for herself since she intended on expanding her garden but...

“How does this keep happening,” Amaranthe shook her head. Ama considered herself a recluse of sorts. She lived deep in the Caldera and could go months without seeing another soul. Then Cherry, the little lost jelluxi, had suddenly appeared so she had taken pity on the thing. Then a few days after she had prepared her garden, a wild hoppopper had appeared in her garden. Cherry had unfortunately befriended the dang thing which meant it didn’t leave, and Ama was for...

The humming of the caldera vibrated through Amaranthe’s fins. Despite the coming harvest, the air still felt the same as the day before, the one before that, and the days before even that. Things were to be different yet everything was the same. Or maybe it was just her perception that everything was the same. It was hard to tell. Ama was always a recluse and preferred her own company to the company of others. The only companion other than her own mind she tolerated was Cherry...