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Challenge #04941-M192: Slow, Slow Progress

A person who studies plants, but is not a druid, just a normal human, works with her elven husband to develop Harukh'ai crop plants that grow more quickly, grow larger, and are more nutritious. Others may sneer, but they truly believe the way to world peace, is by making sure no one goes hungry. -- BKF

[AN: Possibly in relation to Had a Bad Day ]

Hard-root in its natural form is a slow-growing tuber that, like most things that grow in the Harukh'ai steppes, is hardy and tough as rocks. It takes quite a lot of work to actually kill the plant that grows it, as the Elves once driven out of the plainlands testified in their records.

It was also very slow to grow and necessitated the nomadic lifestyle of the Harukh'ai tribes.

A mature hard-root tuber is roughly the size of a firkin1 and weighs close to seven hundred pounds. It is not merely physically dense, but nutritionally dense as well. No wonder that the Haruk'ai are muscular.

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Saturday, Wandering Down a Rabbit Hole

For literal years, I have been whistling a fragment of classical music to let the local birds know that I am distributing food.

Today I actually found out it was Boccherini's String Quintet in E Major, Op.11, No 5, III. Minuetto A very complicated name for some rather elegant music with a very whistle-able refrain.

Why did I need to know?

Because I think I taught the Magpie Mafia the same refrain.

This morning, monstered into delivering mealworms, the local Magpie

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Challenge #04940-M191: Give Your All

They were poor, but at time of offering at the temple, they gave their very last coin with a wish. Not for wealth for themselves, but, of all things, for the children of the local lord who was not unkind, would survive their illnesses. And the poor who gave their very last? The gods always know. -- BKF

See a copper, pick it up, and all the day you'll have good luck. So the saying goes. The truth of the luck of

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Friday, Sorting Treasures

I sorted through the last container of random things. We're down to floor scrattle, tall shelves and debate about varying material wealth left unseen in various corners.

No room for corners, any more.

I've reached the end of my ability to work on the Promptcast thing, so it's edit and then submit. With apologies for the brevity. Unfucking an entire house and making it ready for four people and a cat is... time consuming. Who knew?

But progress IS being made. Huzzah.

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Challenge #04939-M190: Justice in the Snowfall

A child’s tradition- the shadow dance, to summon and welcome Kinderfreund and Helpmeet -- Weirdlet

Kid culture is a heck of a thing. Nobody knows who invented the floor being lava. There's no recorded instance of step on a crack. Nobody knows who first determined how to use a dandelion clock.

Nobody knows who created the Shadow Dance.

Just like nobody knows who thought of leaving out offerings for Greatfather Langeven and the unicorn that draws his sled. All around Alfarell,

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Thursday, Almost Unfucked

I got a few things in the way, true, but they're reachable.

Meanwhile, my lovelies are rearranging the kitchen. This is just as much hell as you might imagine. On the other hand, I did get to turn the awkward corner near the cooktop into a one-stop hydration, medication, and caffeination station. I am taking what wins I can.

Fingers crossed, I get the entire spare room to a point of decluttered that my lovelies can take over.

Story when and if

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Challenge #04938-M189: Chosen Heir Test

A dying deregger oligarch, wanting better for his people, doesn't bequeath his fortunes and worlds to his descendants. He uses his will to give them to the only man who has never lied to him. An Alliance member who made their living astroid mining. -- BKF

Pax Humanis isn't the only reason why Deregger Oligarch's compounds are heavily fortified. There's also the descendants and seconds-in-command who are on the impatient side. Sharpening knives or preparing undetectable poisons when they weren't pricing assassins

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Wednesday... The Storage

I have sorted through The Pile(tm) and now there are two areas remaining in the spare room that need dealing with. I must clear a path to the built-in wardrobe, sort through the built-in wardrobe, then tackle the piles on the other side of the bed in there.

Working on the Promptcast thing at some point could happen. It might. I just need to get the important stuff done before I sit down to commit literature.

Needs must to be done.

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Challenge #04937-M188: War Adapts

Alliance observers watch the boot camp where future human space Marines are trained. -- BKF

They say war never changes. Some aspects of it do. Such as, how badly the opposing sides can ruin the landscape they're fighting over. Or how nefarious or nasty the tactics can get. Or the tools employed in battle.

What surprised most of the Alliance was how Humans - the most reckless of Deathworlders - agreed that nuclear weapons were not on.

Turning contested territory into an

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Tuesday, Leyland's Tour

Yes, I once more must forge out into the wilderness of Shopping and get supplies for my little darlings.

I also have the rest of the nonsense stored in the spare room to unfuck.

I have no idea if I can do all that, the daily tale, and finishing off my Promptcast entry today. I'll see what can be done with the spoons I have.

Time management and spoons management is a thing that must also be juggled.

I have until 10

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Challenge #04936-M187: Domesticated Predator

The havenworlders look upon the scene in shock as a normal house cat chases away a full sized bear from the camp. -- BKF

Human Yen loved to take her friends camping, and that included her cat, Dinky. Dinky, on harness and leash, did not do any of the hiking. She preferred to ride on Yen's backpack, chattering and chittering at the little creatures beyond her reach.

Yen was no slouch. Dinky was firmly attached with a harness and leash. Kept safe

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Monday, Disorganised Today...

I skipped out of unfucking yesterday. Minor depressive episode that manifested in the intense need for a nap. Understandable, since I've been doing a majority of rearrangements on my only and it feels like I'm the only person doing anything.

I know bloody well that there's rearrangements happening in Brizvegas as Adorable's crew are sifting through their accumulated scrattle with an eye to what moves versus what's bought new because that stuff's just a better freaking idea.

I'm gonna scoop up all

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Challenge #04935-M186: Legal Rites

Invited to a dwarven wedding, and you’re not sure if this is a joining ceremony or a courtroom proceeding. Either way, you hope you brought the right gift. -- Weirdlet

The ceremony was in a beautiful cavern, where stalactites and stalagmites were decorated with glowing crystals and fungi. The surface world had its traditions. Flowers. Manner of dress. Vows. On the surface, the marrying partners met each other in the middle and there were portents regarding how quickly they did it.

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Sunday, Stream Stuff

I'm moderating the story stream today, so that's four hours or so booked from my day.

Achievement: Recorded the last chapters of A Devil's Tale for Adorable.

Experiment: Attempted to mix Bird Crumble stuff and mealworms for Bird Cake. Results - the Magpie Mafia demanded proper mealworms.

I shall have to learn how to do bird food properly.

All the better to placate the Magpie Mafia.

Editing ADT has to wait until we can capture Luna, which allegedly gives me time to

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Challenge #04934-M185: Had a Bad Day

this is as close to a princess as the orcs reckon, and she is not amused -- Weirdlet

For untold centuries, the Harukh'ai were seen as the most Unwelcome People. Often cast as villains. Stereotyped as instantly aggressive or prone to violent outbursts. What people generally neglected to think about was that the Harukh'ai were nomadic folk with centuries-long migration paths and oral histories to match.

They needed them, because the crops other species failed to recognise took decades to grow to

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