Seed had been pondering this for months: do another scavenger hunt? Well, it was not so much if he should, but if he could; could he find enough places? Enough poems? Well, he felt he had, in the end. He had worked and pondered and, at last, he had found enough poems.
As before, he took a great strip of birchbark and a berry-ink on his antler-tips of his own design, and he wrote out a note in the language of the deer. He left it unsigned; anyone who didn't know that he wrote last time wouldn't know who wrote it.
He liked it better when people didn't know he wrote it.
And it said:
To All Dear Forest-Dwellers:
In the interest of letting poetry be as it was meant -- a surprise look at the world, a delight to reach and understand, and a part of the community -- I have gone forth once again and spread some of my poems throughout the forest, with each poem tied to its location. To each poem, I will release clues. Should you fail to find it, you may just find another clue to its location. I will release them gradually, so that I will be able to preserve them for my collection in case no one decides to hunt them out. Each wave of poetry will get, ideally, harder to find: you who can find the last poem will, without question, truly know the forest. You'll have truly gone and looked around, and been fully aware of this world. I applaude you, and applaude you all who love treasure hunts and pretty words.
I hope you find them as unexpected treasures.
The Treasure hunt has completed, and I hope to see you all for another one someday, and that you continue to explore the forest with wondering eyes.
Final Wave Records
Poem #7: Into the Sky :
Found by Pega's Scape after 5 clues
Wave Three Records
Poem #5: Light-Gap Found by Avilio's 
after 1 clue.
Poem #6: The Dragon Falls Found by IoRez's Yorres after 2 clues
Wave Two Records
Poem #3: The Color of Summer:
Found by Avilio's and Pega's Scape after 4 clues
Poem #4: Raindrops in Reverse :
Found by Honeyfur's Sage after 2 clues
Wave One Records
Poem #1: It Sees: Found by Aivilo's After 5 clues.
Poem #2: What Stays: Found by Pega's Scape after 2 clues and and one ninja'd guess
Happy Hunting
((Here's how this event works; I hope you and your characters all have fun, and that a lot of people participate!
#1: You post a screenshot of your deer in what you think is the intended location of any poem in the wave, and a small optional description of why/how they're looking (if you like, no pressure).
#2: Then, I reply back either with a small scene describing the position of the poem and the poem itself, or a small scene with the unveiling of another clue.
#3: Once a clue is released, everyone can use it, since you're going to see it anyway.
#4: When you guess correctly, I post the poem and maybe a small description of where/how it is, for all to see!
#5: If you'd like, you can respond to the last message with your deer, possibly leading to a little interaction between your deer and the poem's author, Seed (he's probably lurking around, waiting to see if anyone finds the poem). That's totally optional, and only if you can think of something to say.
#5: When all poems in a wave are found, the next wave begins.
#6: You do not have to find the poems in a wave in order; you can do any poem in a given wave.
#7: OOC Deer are fine.
#8: You can jump in at any time, you do not have to have participated at any point to participate at any other point.
I hope we have another good time.))
I will track this for now.
Tracking.
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On the crying idol, Sage
A fine effort, a fine effort indeed; this place certainly is a lot of things, and worthy of a poem. However, this is not the place you seek.
Clue #2: In the Foggy Season, you find candles glowing here.
ohh! This again, yay!
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She finds...Another note. An
An interesting guess, and one you may find your mind coming back to in later times; I know I'm very fond of them. However...You're wrong.
Clue #3: It supports life on its surface
Will that give you all you need? Perhaps so.
((Honeyfur, you knew I was writing about this place, so I probably should ask you to stop before you use inside knowledge on accident... Feel free to switch to the other one, though. Let's see what everyone else does with the clues you've dug up.))
(I apologize, I didn't
(Thank you :3... This may
I hope it's alright to use an
((OOC deer are fine
Your deer finds a shallow carving into the moss growing on the rock. This one had been more closely anticipated, and so there was little sign of the poet's passage.
I do very much love these stones; such a fine place to watch the birds...Unfortunately, this is not where 'It Sees' has been hidden.
Clue #4: You can examine my subject from almost any angle.
I'm no good at these and Cali
For a moment, when the bonds
An unusual guess, hardly at all what I was expecting...A clearer hint, then: Clue 5: It was left behind to ease our way.
I'm a newer member so
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@ 080731140586: It's always
@ Aivilo:
On the stones of the little wall formed by the sides of the bridge words; someone had carved them, a line or so per brick, facing the pond -- it became a strangely laid-out poem, each line clearly seperate, but not falling, just moving across.
As a louder splash (from a certain poet sneakily listening below) fades into the soft crying of the current against the stone, the poem can be read:
The weathered stones see me crumble
into sediment-sized sandgrains and black silt
that clings feebly to the slick stones, sliding
into the mortared grout:
See the tears I've shed
turn the water briefly brackish
Turn the shade softer blue, and then diffuse
as it reaches that floodwater, made of tears,
represented only by a single jeweled drop;
See the pretty words
I carved erode, become sticky with algea and
illegable as grey-green fades into grey-green;
See my dreams get fed to koi;
See my nightmares rot in the log like bones;
See my body beaten down by currents,
the petals on my antlers drifting away
like leaves, downstream.
It all slides beneath the bridge, carried
to settle at the bottom of time.
((What's the name of the deer you used for this, so I can put it with the credits?))
Lovely poetry, as always~ I
Lovely poetry, as always~ I really like the imagery here.
Hm. Well, it's never really had a name...
I suppose you can just call it by its pictogram - "D" or
It's fun trying to catch the right screenshot for these x3 This'll be my last guess for the night, though - gotta be up earrrrrly!
Oh I see....each thing is a
@ 080731140586: If you want
@ Aivilo:
Seed could have never elected to carve into the deermuda directly: not for a simple clue, anyway. Because a clue is what the searching deer found there.
Unfortunately, while strange, these stones are not the ones I meant.
Clue #2: To a deer of the forest, they should be meaningingless. And yet, they have meaning.
Edit: Bump X 2: One poem left before another wave is released!
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Looks like I got ninja'd
A Scape approaches the
What Remains
Day gives way to dusk;
the heat rises from the land,
the light falls away.
Fall becomes winter;
birds fly, cold winds at their backs,
leaves tremble to earth.
Everything stills, fades
is forgotten. And yet here
we kneel, still mourning.
An observant Scape would notice his friend's scent nearby, most likely hiding somewhere.
((And now, Wave 2 begins! There'll be 2 poems in waves 2 and 3, and 1 more in Wave 4))
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There was a message scratched
Clue #2: They may be difficult to reach, but not impossible for the deer of this forest.
Raindrops in Reverse
On the ground beside the idol
Clue #2: Like the great idol, your goal weeps.
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Scratched into the tree, on
Was the poem she sought.
The willow soaks memories
in through its roots --
the rain plunges them down,
and they pool into the base
of the tree; the Willow remembers:
the giddy rush of the couple,
warm flush on cool weather,
shedding laughter like the rain
that drives them beneath the tree.
He presses her against the rough bark,
and they kiss, mingling the touch
of rain and fur, mingling breath
that rises like steam in the cool air.
It jolts through their souls.
The leaves brush against their back,
enclosing their curtain
against the rain and world,
creating in flesh the solitary
existence of young lovers.
The green touch of the leaf
is their lover. The tree,
years later, remembers.
And brushes a leaf on my back as I sit
alone
in its shade.
The memories come up
from our roots.
((If you want to turn this into a scene -- if anyone wants to turn their hunting or searching into a scene -- just say the world, and I'll have Seed pop up. This time, though, I just doubted he'd be hiding nearby.))
Ah, I was right x3 Didn't get
That's what makes it a
Seed had actually planned to trick them with this one, and so the vines had snagged a ribbon of birchbark. When taken down, it read as follows:
Clue #3: In order for things to have gathered, for the purposes of our riddle, they first need to be able to move.
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((I was so excited when I
There, he found no poem...But another hasty note and an amusedly-watching stag nearby.
Clue #4: The Gathered ones do not move through Earth or Air.
Hehe. x3 I have people
And tihs one's tough. Hm!
WAITITHINKIKNOW
Edit: Ninja'd by Pega below xD
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((I'll count it as a victory
When both stags reached the koi, a very logical question should have come to their minds: How exactly was Seed going to put a poem out there?
The answer, in the end, was that he had taken the birch-bark, put it on a lillypad, and hoped it wouldn't get too badly damaged. The prospect that the whole thing could fall apart was... Probable.
We are cloud-mirrors
Drifting against fields of blue,
briefly shaped like fish.
Our scales flash and shine.
Gold smelts splotches on our backs,
spilt by the bright heat.
Oh, radiant air!
Our colors are mottled, brief
as love in summer.
((And so begins Wave 3, the penultimate wave. These may be a lot harder...But perhaps not.))
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((So much for harder,
He finds the words scratched deep into the ground, where his hooves take away the faintest layer of wind-swept dust that would conceal them. It was spaced equidistantly between the two young trees, as if...It was there so they would read it.
These precious friends grown in the light,
too tender to form a respite;
their hands fanning, windswept and green,
fingers short as a faded dream
That turns me in my sleep tonight
knowing their tremors, their sole fright:
Nature's tum-tum drumming to fight.
They'd stay like this, were not light lean,
These Precious friends.
I know your heartwood yearns for the sight
Of an answer shining bright
to wipe light-gap equations clean.
It's deer, cuddled close and serene:
like this, they make limitless light,
these Precious friends.
Bahaha! I happened to walk
I like this one. The last verse makes me think of two deer sitting between the trees with a loveglow. And I really like the way the word 'heartwood' gets used x3
Well, the "difficulty" level
Also...While I don't think there's a correct way to read a poem, the loveglow was a big factor in the writing of that last stanza; it's what I was thinking about, anyway. I'm glad you liked it! I always aim to please.
Ok, let me ask: Is anyone
Should I just call it a wash?
That clue makes me draw a
Alrighty, then! Clue #2 has
Edit:...Still too hard? Should I add a third?
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((Yay, IoRez!)) Birds went
Birds went flying at the approach of the deer, abandoning tiny talon-holds in the base of one of the pillars. Those talon-holds were revealed, bird by bird, as words -- and the words were the penultimate poem of this hunt.
The Dragon Falls
The dragon arises --
I turn my head, and there!
his fangs twice my height,
set close in his thin jaw,
his skull looms before me,
the light strikes
the sharp ridge
of his flat brow, traces
the line of his vertabarae,
soaking his back in the sun.
The fingers of his wings fall wide
and make shadowed omens on the ground.
But his fangs are dulled of age,
his spine scattered in his skeleton;
his head half-submerged,
sleeping in the dirt,
there grows the tree that was his mind --
there the collumn of his will.
The old dragon's flame is out,
grown over with candles and moss.
I turn my head, and here!
Just a pile of stone remains,
and I cannot see the dragon's fangs
for the strange and standing pillars.
((One poem left, in the final wave... I'll give you a special, extra hint to try and focus your search: Seed hides the poems and clues by wave, meaning that everywhere you've ever searched is still a place that may have content -- as long as there hasn't been a poem there before. ))
Well, since no one else seems
Folded in the petals of the
Clue #2: While this flower can be found alone, the spot so dear to me is host to many
((I was starting to get worried, heh))
Haha, well, I've been trying
Poor hyacinths. They're always overlooked as 'blueberries.' But they're such pretty flowers~
My brain does not understand
I suck at these things, but
I suck at these things, but hey...why not?