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justathingfromthebrainvoid · 5 months ago

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Wild Life Episode 2 Items and their corresponding effects (to the best of my knowledge, there are definitely errors and missing bits): (under the read more because there was a lot)

Original: Sugar Cane- Jump Boost, Cobble- Nausea, Dirt-Levitation, Seeds- Water Breathing, Pointed Dripstone& Dripstone Block- .5 Food, Diorite- Night Vision 3, Stone Shovel- 3 Food, Copper Ingot- Absorption 5, Diamond- Infested 2, Cobble Deepslate- Jump Boost 2, Raw Iron- .5 Food, Pale Moss- 1 Food, Gravel- Speed 2, Granite- Weakness, Andesite- Nausea, Polished Deepslate- 2 Food, Grass Block- Portal Sound, Short Grass- .5 Food, Stone Hoe- ? Food, Dandelion- Health Boost 5, Cornflower- Levitation 3, Seagrass- ? Food, Allium- Health Boost 4, Redstone Dust- .5 Food, Redstone Torch- 3.5 Food, Tuff- Health Boost 4, Lapis- 1.5 Food, Obsidion- 3+ Food, Wooden Shovel- Haste 4, Torch- Infestation, Ladder- Hero of the Village, Sugar- Darkness 5, Paper- Infested 2, Stone Axe- Blindness 3, Skulk Vein- 2.5 Food, Oak Planks- Mining Fatigue 5, Crafting Table- Blindness 4, Birch Slab- Glowing 2, Polished Deepslate- 2 Food, Stone Bricks- Oozing, Yellow Dye- Elder Gaurdian Sound, Light Grey Dye- .5 Food, Sunflower- Infestation 4, Bonemeal- Poison, Oak Log- Ivisibility 4, Clay Ball- Night Vision, Calcite- .5 Food, Smooth Basalt- Poison 2, Pink Peatles- Wind Charged, White Tulip- Regen 5, Rose Bush- Wind Charged 5, Liliac- Water Breathing 4, Oxeye Daisy- Oozing 4, Wheat- Darkness 3, Sand- Levitation, Arrows- 2 Food, Blue Dye- Night Vision, Cobblestone Wall- Jump Boost, Pumpkin Seeds- Levitation, Bone- Nausea 4, Stick- Blindness 5, Iron Axe- Resitance 5, Gunpowder- 1 Food, Orange Tulip- Hero of the Village, Red Tulip- Instant Health 4, White Tulip- Regen 5, Stone Pickaxe- 2.5 Food, Gold Ingot- Oozing, Clock- Condiut Power 3, Name Tag- .5 Food, Skulk Viens- 2.5 Food, Red Dye- 3.5 Food, White Dye- ? Food, Iron Nugget- .5 Food, Bamboo- Resistance, Campfire- Night Vision 3, Light Blue Dye- Jump Boost, Polished Deepslate Wall- .5 Food, Scaffolding- 2.5 Food, Stone PIckaxe- Silverfish Sound Effect, Torch- Infestation, Feather- Glowing 5, Amathyest Block- 4 Food, Coal- Wind Charged 5, Raw Gold- Slow Falling 5, Pale Moss Carpet- .5 Food

After 1st Randomization: Pointed Dripstone- 3 Food, Short Grass: 2.5 Food, Oak Sapling- Strength 5, Peony- Speed, Polished Deepslate- Infestation 4, Cobble Deepslate- Water Breathing 4, Tuff- Invisibility 3, Torches- Weaving 4, Redstone Torches- .5 Food, Cobblestone- Slow Falling 2, Iron Chestplate- ? Food, Chisled Deepslate- Slowness, Deepslate Brick Wall- Night Vision, Cobble Deepslate Stair- Infestation, Cobble Deepslate Wall- Mining Fatigue, Deeplate Brick Slab- Night Vision, Deepslate Brick Stair- Mining Fatigue, Deepsltae Wall- ? Food, Polished Deepslate Stair- ? Food, Polished Deepslate Slab- ? Food, Lily of the Vally- Streangth, Pale Oak Leaves- Haste, Lilac- Glowing, Seeds- Darkness 3, Dark Oak Leaves- "Spooky" Sound Effect, Pink Peatls- Health Boost 3, Oak Planks- Posion 2, Birch Slab- Health Boost 3, Sticks- Wind Charged 2, Pink Peatl- Health Boost 3, Seeds- Darkness 3, Ladders- Infestation 4, Bowl- Slowness 5, Obsidion- Streangth 4, Stone Shovel- .5 Food, Pink Dye- .5 Food, Birch Leaves- 2 Food, Grass Block- .5 Food, Azure Bluet- Levitation, Dripstone Block- 2 Food, Amathyst Block- .5 Food, Oak Planks- Poison, Ink Sack- Blindness, Redstone Dust- Weaving 3, String- Poison, Lapis- .5 Food, Diamond- .5 Food, Iron Ingot- 1.5 Food, Cherry Sapling- Piglin Noise, Stone Hoe- Infestation 2, Wooden Shovel- 2.5 Food, Dirt- Blindness, Gold Boots- End Opening Sound, Crafting Table- Health Boost 3, Stone Pickaxe- Levitation, Rose Bush- Nausea 3, Raw Gold- 3.5 Food, Raw Copper- 2 Food, Birch Sign- Water Breathing, Gunpowder- .5 Food, Dirt- Blindness, Scafolding- .5 Food, Deepslate Bricks- Jump Boost, Barrels- 2.5+ Food, Arrow- .5 Food, Spruce Planks- Dolphin's Grace 5, Spruce Lop- Glowing 5, Gravel- .5+ Food, Wheat- Oozing 2, Dandelion- Night Vision 4, Clay Ball- Slow Falling, Pale Moss Carpet- Portal Sound

After 2nd Randomization: Seed- Jump Boost 5, Short Grass- Weaving, Dripstone- 1 Food, Chisled Deepslate- 3+ Food, Pointed Dripstone- ? Food, Coal- Regen 5, Raw Copper- 1 Food, Tuff- Hero of the Village, Cobblestone- Water Breathing 2, Pale Oak Leaves- .5 Food, Copper Ingot- Levitation 4, Pale Hanging Moss- ? Food, Stone Bricks- Condiut Power 5, Cobblestone Wall- Invisibility 3, Amathyst Shard- 2.5 Food, Dirt- Slow Falling 4, Birch Leaves- Ender Dragon Death Sound, Pale Moss Block- .5 Food, Stone Brick Wall- Oozing 3, Oak Log- Weaving 5, Dripstone Block- 1 Food, Cherry Leaves- 3 Food, Red Dye- .5 Food, Azure Bluet- Condiut Power 5, Light Grey Dye- 3 Food, Redstone Dust- Dolphin's Grace 5, Oak Sapling- .5 Food, Peony- Slowness 4, Pink Peatles- Streangth 2, Amathyst Block- Sheep Sound, Stripped Cherry Wood- Dolphin's Grace, Music Disk- .5 Food, Flint- ? Food, Gunpowder- 2.5 Food, Glow Lichen- Mining Fatiuge 2, Chest- Dolphin's Grace, Cobblestone Stairs- Regen 3, Spruce Leaves- .5 Food, Oak Sapling- .5 Food, Flower (Red Tulip?)- Blindness, Spruce Log- Water Breathing 5, Granite- Invisibility, Polished Deepslate- 2.5 Food, Raw Copper- 1 Food, Iron Boots- Resistance 4, Iron Pants- Instant Health 2, Iron Chestplate- 1+ Food, Gravel- .5 Food, Stone Shovels- .5 Food, Magenta Dye- Wither Sound Effect, Peony- Slowness 4, Bonemeal- Darkness 2, Sugar Cane- Night Vision, Dandelion- Poison, Clay Ball- Wololo Sound, Red Mushroom- Blindness 3

After 3th Randomization: Cobble Deepslate- 1 Food, Redstone Torch- ?? (Bad), Chisled Deepslate- Weaving, Cobblestone- Health Boost 4, Cobble Deepslate Slab- .5 Food, Raw Copper- 1 Food, Tuff- Weaving 4, Pale Oak Leaves- Fire Prot 4, Short Grass- .5 Food, Redstone Dust- Jump Boost 4, Sticks- Speed 3, Dirt- Posion 2, Torches- Weaving, Cobble Deepslate Stair- Conduit Power, Diorite- Infestation 4, Diamond Helmet- Anvil Sound, Iron Pants- ??, Pale Hanging Moss- Sound Effect, Iron Sword- Slow Falling, Dripstone Block- Posion 2, Stone- Slowness, Raw Iron- 4 Food, Peony- Regen 5, Clay Ball- 2.5 Food, Seeds- Levitation 2, Wheat- Night Vision, Pale Moss Block- End Open Sound, Stone- Slowness 3, Cobblestone Slab- Mining Fatigue 2, Pointed Dripstone- 2.5 Food, Birch Planks- Levitation ?, Copper Ingot- 1.5 Food, Polished Deepslate- ? Food, Sprunce Log- Jump Boost, Sugar Cane- Weakness 4, Lapis- Sound Effect, Blue Dye- Hero of the Village, String- Mining Fatigue 5, Arrow- 2.5 Food, Cobblestone Stair- Glowing, Scafolding- 4 Food, Bamboo Planks- ? Poison, Pink Petles- Haste, Amathyset Block- Dragon Sound, Birch Leaves- Poison 2, Spruce Leaves- 2.5 Food, Cobblestone Stair- Glowing 4, Arrows- 2.5 Food, Stone Sword- 1.5 Food, Pale Moss Block- End Open Sound, Birch Sapling- .5 Food, Polished Granite- .5 Food, Polished Granite Slab- Nothing??, Polished Diorite Slab- Firework Sound Effect, Sugar- Slow Falling, Red Tulip- Instant Health, Magma Block- Haste 4, Bonemeal- Health Boost 3, Pale Oak Slab- Hero of the Villiage 3, Gold Ingot- 2.5, Red Mushroom- Resistance 5, Gunpowder- 2+ Food

After 4th Randomization: Gravel- .5 Food, Short Grass- Abosrption 5, Cobble Deepslate- 4 Food, Clay Ball- .5 Food, Clay Block- 4.5 Food, Diorite- Health 2, Sugar- Resistance 4, Cobblestone Slab- Levitation 5, Dirt- Jump Boost 5, Torch- Night Vision 5, Cherry Planks- Water Breathing, Wooden Shovel- Nausea 4, Cobblestone- Resstaince 3, Stone- Weaving 3, Dripstone Block- ? Food, Pale Oak Planks- Invisibility, Bowls- 2 Food, Peony- Dolphin's Grace, Redstone Torch- Minecart Noise, Sand- Wind Charged 5, Polished Diorite- Darkness, Birch Leaves- 1 Food, Copper- Bell Sound, Pale Moss Block- .5 Food

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kiellessa · 2 years ago

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While these shots are in creative, I've already built the island, trunk and branches in survival on the ROG SMP. Lots and lots of grinding. Like, a week's worth, at least, and around 15 hours of build time, all done solo. Still need to place all of the leaves, but I've already gathered all the mats!

Why did I design this massive tree and island, you ask? Why, to hide my industrial area which currently includes: guardian farm, super smelter, cactus farm, and guardian farm's afk spot (which is also a tree farm), of course! That's the sane thing to do, right?!

Island: cyan terracotta, stone, moss, grass, tuff, mycelium, cobblestone, dirt, sea lanterns, moss carpet, and glow lichen

Bark: acacia wood, basalt, sea lanterns, gray carpet, and glow lichen

Leaves: green stained glass & panes, lime stained glass & panes, yellow stained glass & panes, azalea leaves, oak leaves, moss and soooooo many sea lanterns.

Shaders: ComplimentaryReimagined

Below is where it's at in survival. So hard to get ALL of it in a screenshot and looks a bit odd due to the lower view and FOV. It's 100% spawn proof to keep the guardian farm rates from falling.

Almost 300,000 blocks total when done (not including the farms themselves), and goes from sea level to build height.

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arinanightlight · 6 months ago

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"In the name of love?"

This was my post in one role-play group chats for getting the role of Grian.

{This Grian's behavior is... unusual. I already see how this needs a lot of explanation of the rp lore. But I'm ready to give you some answers. If you're interested in this, feel free to ask, I'll be happy to give ya an infodamp about the lore.}

and oh yeah it contains the lyrics of the song "In the Name of Love" by Martin Garrix & Bebe Rexha so it's partly a songfic yeahh- i love songs-

If an ordinary traveler between worlds had ever happened to be in this dimension, he would have been only unpleasantly surprised by what he saw. Usually, interworlders and planeswalkers look for places like their homeland: cities, forests, fields, islands in the middle of the ocean, but not dilapidated crazy ruins, where it is worth making at least one extra move — and you will either fall into the abyss, disappearing into it forever without a trace, or you will lose your footing, pushing off too much from a dry cracked stone soaring into the air due to the abnormal lack of gravity and remaining there to slowly die, seeing only frozen fragments of basalt, blackstone, cobblestones and an endless expanse of dust clouds in front of him. Therefore, any sane planeswalker, as soon as he looked out of the portal and noticed the eternally purple sky with lilac streaks, would immediately hide back and never look into this world again.

But how surprised would he be to see how a human figure, wrapped in a dark purple cloak embroidered with gold threads, approaches the stones covered with cracks and cracks and touches an inconspicuous sign of enchantments on one of them, and how this touch makes the signal symbol glow and the letters embossed in a square around the unknown, hidden in the interlacing cracks of the old ones chorus bricks, and stones fall in front of the unknown within the boundaries of the magic square, turning into steps and opening a passage into a dark underground corridor. And if he followed the figure, he would quickly get lost in the countless branches and get entangled in the unexpected turns of other corridors.. And no one would help him, because only a small handful of the population of the universes is allowed to enter this place. A handful of those who created everything. And only they understand where to go in this maze, so as not to fall into the gaps or fall exhausted, and reach their room, library, planetarium of the Universe… Or to the meeting room, which, by the way, is unexpectedly crowded.

Many figures in the same hoods sat at a huge round table, most of which was covered by a holographic projection of two large settlements, surrounded by one thick purple, and the other pale pink numerous trees, and one small, borderline; the rest of the table was occupied by unique "playing" cards spread out in front of each, instead of the usual suits marked with either a pink sakura flower, or an open eye contour turned to one side, or a yellow spiral, or a broken lilac rectangle, and initials were instead of letters… The initials of the inhabitants of this world.

For a while, a muffled whisper permeated the damp air of the room knocked out inside the rock, no one paid even the slightest attention when a new little girlish figure walked into the hall and sat down in an empty seat. The sounds began to fade only when one of the group threw all his cards on the table and clenched his fists. Silence hung around him, but so far not everyone noticed the strangeness, only those who were sitting closest. "No…" Suddenly, one of the audience spoke softly, but at the same time firmly, and all the others turned to him in silence. The short but slender figure of a young man with a hooded face, like everyone else's, straightened up and quickly stood up, knocking over an oak chair darkened by time and worn by beetles.

"No!" He repeated almost furiously and slammed both palms on the table deafeningly. Some of those present flinched at the harsh sound, but the rest remained calm even after the guy in anger pulled off his cape of heavy purple fabric and threw it on the floor, remaining in the same crimson-red jumper and worn gray jeans. "I refuse to go back there just to cause them more pain and amuse you with tragedies and dramas. Timmy, Scar, the guys from that particular server — they've all had enough of life." he said firmly, and then added with hatred: "And unlike you, many of them did not deserve what fell on them. Timmy didn't deserve to be the first to die every time at Life Games or in any other world!"

Deathly silence. No one moved around. "Ari has already suffered so much that only you don't feel sorry for her!" Someone present fidgeted nervously, but stopped all movement under the gaze of many glowing eyes under the hoods. "Scar is too wonderful to break his kind, gentle and loving heart every time at your whim!!" finally, Grian shouted either to them or to himself at the top of his voice, but from the pain of his soul he broke down, broke down, the young man coughed softly, strangled. And his hand, the thin hand of an artist in the calluses of a builder, involuntarily reached out to his chest and squeezed the jumper, pulled back the soft knitted fabric, as if it constrained him like ropes, prevented him from breathing. The silence of others pressed on him from all sides, crushed him like a fist on a thin piece of paper… But if you are careless, you can accidentally even cut yourself on paper.

And the architect's head, lowered under the emotionless yoke of the Watchers, rose sharply, and he, with an unexpectedly sharp glance, slashed at the faces of those around him, half-hidden under the cabins, straightened up with great effort. "I will go back there, but only to make them all happier. And I…" The young man swallowed nervously, but still resolutely finished. "I don't care what you think about this."

Grian realized with shame that he should have stopped being afraid of them long ago… After all, someone, even without divine powers, was able to protect loved ones almost always, and he should also try. So the young man scooped up several of his cards from the table, turned abruptly and walked away from the conference table in silence, hardly paying attention to the anxious girl sitting at the table with a small crescent moon and stars hovering over her, nor to the bright guy with a worried frown with Ifrit rods hovering around his head, nor to an angry blond man with a coral wreath in his hair. In his thoughts, in time with the bright colors of the crystals on his way, only a quiet song rang:

If I told you This was only gonna hurt If I warned you That the fire's gonna burn Would you walk in? Would you let me do it first? Do it all in the name of love…

And why does Grian remember the games of life at the same time? Oh, yes, he and Scar had never been able to achieve long-term, sustainable happiness in a relationship. They never got rid of burns due to mistakes, and under the pressure of Watchers the fire of the feathered one's love did not warm the vex, but burned, caused pain for several seasons… Which Grian never wanted. And on that unusual server, which served as a crossroads and at the same time a refuge, a home for some planeswalkers, the Scar he met used the words "buddy", "best friend" and so on in relation to his husband, sometimes not really understanding what was going on, and sometimes as if taking it out on the bird for everything that happened between them earlier or laughing at him for daring to love him…

Those appeals were a brand on his soul for the former head of the Order, they burned his heart every second, but he remained by his side almost always… He stayed until Scar left. Scar… His image of a cunning and at the same time simple-minded long-haired elf is still fresh in my memory, sometimes he still stands before my eyes… Just like now… Although this one is a little different, it is still beautiful and shining. Grian blinked in puzzlement and realized that it did not seem to him and in front of him there really was a well-known and unfamiliar fess glowing at the same time with happiness and just like that. But this one didn't look like the one Avian knew and remembered. In his dark eyes, in his soft gaze, love, kindness and devotion warmed. The man held out his hand, covered with many old and new scars, and asked in a singsong voice:

Would you let me lead you Even when you're blind? In the darkness, in the middle of the night, In the silence, when there's no one by your side, Would you call in the name of love?.

This part of the song took away Grian's speech and breath. His heart began to beat very fast when he began to realize that this Scar would not leave him… But still he asked again with a quietly blossoming hope:

In the name of love? … Name of love?..

Vex laughed and assured him:

In the name of love, Name of love…

Then he turned quietly to Avian, still holding out his hand: "Let's go home, Poppy, Cupid, Poultry Man, Buttercup, my love… They've been waiting for you there."

The wings behind Avian's pointed ears fluttered, he himself rushed to the shining image and, trusting him, firmly grabbed his hand with his small palm and did not let go, even when it seemed everything around began to disintegrate with the sound of tearing matter, and instead of darkness, he was blinded by white emptiness, and the words of the remaining song began to drown out the wind, whistling past his ears. And, as suddenly as it began, everything changed. The whiteness was replaced by an endless cosmos with nebulae and it seemed that galaxies were flying very close by, reminding Grian of one of the time traveler's maps he had seen, then as if someone had splashed white paint all around again, and then allowed it to bloom with greenery, covering the entire distant surface with emerald, light green and grassy-green watercolor streaks with multicolored splashes of colors and soon gathered into leaves on trees and grass with hidden flowers peeking out of it on the ground.

The young man fell into the grass with a surprised exclamation and did not immediately jump up. It wasn't because of the pain or the fact that he hurt something, no, no. Just touching the grass here was so calm, so pleasant, that he began to laugh loudly and joyfully… He finally felt more free here, on an unusual server, the former ⎅⍀⟒⏃⋔ ⌇⋔⌿. But, also feeling and understanding that he should go on and look for the real Scar, his real friends from here, he quietly got up in the end and trudged along the path for a long time, overgrown with long, long-mowed grass, until finally the wind began to carry the delicate petals of sakura to him. Then he went faster and more energetically, and then he ran at all, opened his wings and soared over the settlement that had become even a little native, raced past a garden of cherry trees and quickly glided onto the roof of the common house of the Order. In his haste, he almost slipped down the pinkish-red tiles, clung to the chimney with his hands and looked around. His gaze fell on the crowd that quickly gathered around the building, and Avian, laughing merrily and mischievously, waved his hand to everyone.

"Glad to see you again guys! And here nothing has changed noticeably, as I see it…"

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somethingclevermahogony · 7 months ago

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WIP Tour Tag!

Finally getting to this! Thank y'all for the tags @paeliae-occasionally, @illarian-rambling, @willtheweaver, and @topazadine!

For the sake of simplicity I'll be showing you around a single city, the Grand City by the Lake, Labisa.

(There is a 99.9999 chance that I missed at least one typo, please be forgiving haha)

Stop 1: The Serpent Road

You find yourself walking down a worn and dusty road, one which stretches far behind you, curling serpent-like through the forested hills, as well as farms and villages, eventually vanishing into the looming Red Cedar Mountains. At first glance you may believe it to be little more than a wide dirt path, but as you look closer you can see the faint outlines of cobblestones, laid in times long forgotten, their surfaces sanded down by centuries of feet, hooves, and wagon wheels. Other travellers surround you, many dressed in strange clothing, some are Kishite some come from far more distant lands. They have come to partake in the Festival of Humbalibal, Goddess of the Mountains. Performers draped in the skins of leopards and boars, dancers bedecked with bells and ribbons, and poets bearing harps and drums ply their trade. Over the excited chatter, they sing of great heroes and tragedies, of beautiful Hiru and sorrowful Lat. Through the people, on either side of you are steles, dozens of them, some as small as a child, others as large as a house, pillars of stone their surfaces carved and chiselled with decrees of kings and queens, living and dead. Gods and beasts glare down at you as you pass beneath their stony gaze. Woe the Thief, Woe the Murderer, Woe the Traitor they seem to whisper. Or perhaps the whispers come from the lips of the heads, their eyes plucked by birds, cheeks sunken, skewered upon the poles of pine wood which line the roadside, their crimes scrawled in black coal upon their foreheads. To your left glittering under the mid-day sun is Lake Shebali, its massive expanse seems to swallow the horizon. White-feathered shorebirds stalk black sand beaches and weave amongst reeds. Ships bob lazily at the docks, grandest among them is the royal barge, a floating palace, its two masts extend high into the air like two massive trees. Beyond the docks you can see the fishing village, humble buildings of mud and timber, racks where fish dry, and leather cures. Children run between the houses whooping and crying, waving sticks and dolls of hair and cloth above their heads. Neither you, nor your fellow travellers have the time to ponder as to their games.

Stop 2: The Outer Walls of Labisa: The Black Walls of Tamel and the Serpent Gate

This rural scene does not hold your attention for long, for now you have reached the walls of Labisa. They tower above you, their stony surface rising 70 ft, and almost as thick, each one of the tens of thousands of blocks is the size of a horse. The lowest stones are made from black basalt, dragged from the looming mountains. Above these are yellow limestone, the surface of the stones each lovingly carved with scenes of animals, forests, battles, gods, and spirits, most so worn by the ravages of time that are all but incomprehensible. One could spend a lifetime inspecting all the images. The upper most layer and the towers placed at regular intervals are made from snowy marble. Long ago these walls had been built by the demigods Tamel, Sadaric, and Mikrab alongside thousands of workers and artisans. These walls had been made to withstand all enemies from armies to dragons. No tree or shrub grows against the imposing stone, nature kept at bay by fire and bronze. Before you, rearing high above, are two gargantuan stone serpents, one is crooked, its snarling face cracked. Any of the excitable travellers will tell you that the story goes that it was Narul that cast down the serpent while fleeing from the city with the fugitive princess Ninma. How any one person could do this, you do not know. But now is not the time chat, you are approaching the gates. Doors of thick cedar, 30 ft tall, freshly painted, as blue as the sky, bolts, and rivets of bronze glimmering in the sun. Guards stand on either side, inspecting the wagons and carts as they pass through. They wear armor of bronze, scaled like dragonskin. Their tall helms are bedecked with red feathers. In their hands are gripped spears, shields of bronze and oak hang from their backs. They stand stern and proud, these are not the men of Hutbari, untrained and inattentive, these men serve Akard, King of Kings. As you reach the gates they look you over. After a thorough but quick glance, they beckon you inside.

Stop 3: The Grand Square and The Tomb of Tamel

You enter a grand square, larger than most villages. Tents and makeshift ovens have been placed around the square to feed the hungry people. Honey cakes, stretched flatbreads, snails, sausages, olives, wine, beer, fried fish, fruits, nuts, fried dough, cups of stewed beans, dozens of different choices, each with a hungry crowd jostling for the next spot in line. The smell of fried foods hangs heavy in the air. Surrounding the square are buildings, many are beer halls from which sounds of laughter and twangs of harps emanate. Still others are brothels, men and women hang from windows cooing and calling to passers-by.

Musicians blow on flutes and pound at drums, while men dressed in naught by ram's skin, their faces and bodies painted, dance their arms raised above their heads, their eyes rolling in their heads as if in a trance. Sages awe children and terrify adults with streams of fire and crackling electricity which arcs from their fingertips. Exotic animals pace in cages under the curious eyes of Kishite children. If you look closely among the crowd, you may notice hillfolk, short and broad, their thick fur and long arms easily distinguishing them from their human neighbors, or perhaps you might see the amethyst hair of an Ikopeshi, or rarer yet the great winged form of a kiriki, their feline bodies draped with beads of amber and bone.

Laborers are hard at work, constructing a massive stage at the center of the square, here is where priests from the Temple of Humbalibal will perform odes and songs in honor of the goddess. But it was what lies beyond that catches your attention. At first you assume you must be hallucinating, for it seems that somehow a mountain has sprung up here in the middle of a city, complete with lush forests and trilling birds. As you draw near, you can see marble steps among the greenery leading up to the summit, three hundred feet above you.

This is the Tomb of Tamel, built to house the bones of the founder of the city. What appears now as a massive mountain, is in actuality a tiered structure, composed of thousands of stones, concealing a burial chamber within. As is the tradition of the Kishites, the tomb has been covered by soil and planted with a lush garden, fed by manmade rivers, the water drawn up from underground sources. Entire orchards of fruit trees inhabit each rounded tier. Tamel alone has been given the honor of being buried in the city, the tombs of his successors dot a nearby mesa. While magnificent in their own right, none can match the grandeur of this tomb. Kishites pour bowls of crimson wine at the tomb's base, libations in dedication to the spirits said to guard the dead king's bones. A man approaches you, offering you a bowl for a small fee. However, as the crowd grows you are quickly forced to continue on with your exploration of the city.

Stop 4: The Temple of Humbalibal

The city is marked by three hills, aside from Tamel's Tomb. The first of these, which stands opposite to the square, is the Temple District. As you walk up with stone steps, statues of many armed gods and animalistic spirits dance on either side of you, freshly painted with vibrant shades of red, green, yellow, and blue. Dozens of temples flank the steps, some little more than huts, others grand structures of stone and wood. The smell of burning incense combines with the aroma of sacrificial fires and of the city below. The greatest temple lies before you, dedicated to the patron of the city, Humbalibal. The red doors are swung open to allow all entrance. Priests and priestesses, devotees of the Mountain Goddess, go about their work, some tending to the statues, others kneel, their heads bowed in reverence, hands raised with palms flat in silent prayer to the watching divinities. Their white robes swish as they walk, their horned headdresses click and rattle as they walk, adorned with pins in the shape of poppies. Also, among them are many of the city’s sages. They are recognizable by the ivory circlets rested upon their brows, traditionally sourced from the dwindling Kishite elephants of the southern cedar forests, though increasingly, the city’s ivory supply is reliant on the elephants of Namut.

The great statue of Humbalibal, sits within the eastern alcove. As with the other various statues and reliefs that fill the great altar room, Humbalibal is painted with garish colors, her skin the color of ice, her nude form draped in iridescent dragon skin. The muscles and veins in her four powerful arms have been carved with loving detail, as have been the curling ram horns which sprout from her jet hair. Her silvery eyes, creased with the cold fury of the avalanche, look down at the mortals milling around her feet. Opposite her in another alcove sits a simple wooden throne, it is from here that the king of the city listens to the concerns of his people. Between the throne and Humbalibal, sits the grand altar where sacrifices to the goddess are made. The flame there has burnt, uninterrupted since the days of Tamel. At that moment another one of the temple doors is opened and six cattle, five geese, four sheep, three pigs, two gazelles, and a lioness are guided into the temple, flanked by priestesses wielding knives of cruel obsidian. Rather than sticking around to see the sacrifices, you decide to travel on to the next part of the city.

Stop 5: The Markets

You descend one of the other staircases, winding back down into the city proper. You can see ships approaching on Lake Shebali, carrying yet more visitors to the already crowded city. To the north, hugging the Black Wall, you can see the so-called Lower City, named for its elevation rather than its position on the map. It is marked by many small, cramped hovels of mudbrick and straw, interconnected through various doors and halls to form a sort of hive. There is no such thing as a private home in the Lower City. A man could walk from one end of the district to the other without ever stepping onto the street. Peasants lie on their roofs, chatting, trading, and playing games of dice. There are fewer travellers there, for it is there the city's poorest live. There are no statues, the beer halls are puny, and the shops ill-supplied. Yet cramped and humbled as the lower city may be, you have heard stories of how it once looked under the reign of the previous king, Hutbari, crumbling and filthy. Under the reign of King Akard, no longer do children pick through piles of rubbish, no longer do disease and fleas run rampant, nowhere else in the city are the praises to Akard sang so loudly.

In front of you, to the south, can see the palatial hill, rearing high above the city, the Blue Walls, those that separate the hill and the palatial olive grove from the rest of the city. You decide to head in that direction to see the Palace for yourself, but first you must pass through the Market Districts. Called the 26 Streets, these form the economic and production backbone of the city. The streets are as follows: The Potter's Street, The Perfumer's Street, The Weaver's Street, The Butcher's Street, The Slaver's Street, The Bronzesmith's Street, The Coppersmith’s Street, The Carver's Street, the Brewer's Street, The Vintner's Street, The Jeweller's Street, The Plantbrew's Street, The Scribe's Street, the Ropemaker's Street, The Tanner's Street, The Spicer's Street, The Painter's Street, The Dyer's Street, The Stonemason's Street, The Fishmonger's Street, The Carpenter's Street, The Basket weaver’s Street, The Papermaker's Street, The Musicians’ Street, The Farmer’s Street, and the Candlemaker’s Street. Your path through towards the castle will take you through the first three: Potter's, Perfumer's, and Weaver's. You start with the Weaver's Street.

As with the Square, the market streets are bustling, crowds of people, mostly visitors, rush to gawk at and purchase bits and pieces of Labisian clothing. Garments of silk, linen, and wool of every color are waved by enthusiastic shop owners and hawkers seated in front of the flat-topped brick and wood buildings that function as store, workshop, and home. The shops are colourfully painted with blues, reds, and greens, in the hopes that their bright tones will draw in curious patrons. The pungent smell of dye lays over the distract like a blanket and the squeals and clicks of the looms and wheels fight to be heard over the many chattering voices.

You may have heard of the state of these streets thirteen years ago, when Hutbari and before him, his predecessors reigned. Then mounds of various kinds of filth had formed stinking barriers along the road. Human muck had clogged the streets, bodies of livestock, broken pottery, and every other imaginable pollutant rendering the market district and the surrounding city a stinking cesspit of disease. There were and are tunnels beneath the city, meant to carry waste out of the city. But these had been neglected for years, with monarch after monarch failing to delegate the duties of their upkeep. Upon taking the throne Akard and his new court had undergone a disgusting and arduous quest to see that the tunnels were returned to their former functionality, and the grime removed from the city. This was later derisively called, The Shit War. Methane gas, collapsed tunnels, and dark things living below the city made the endeavour a nightmare, one which claimed the lives of many guards and even a nobleman or two. And yet after 3 long years of constant work, the city was cleaner than it had been in the last 90 years.

This is not to say that the city is in anyway perfect. As you pass into the Perfumer's district The smell of dye is quickly overwhelmed by a headache-inducing melange of fragrances. Jugs and bottles of dozens of sizes, from the size of a child’s palm to the height of a grown man, line the street, images have been painted on their surface to advertise their contents. Perfume is of immense importance throughout the lands of the Green Sea, but especially in Kishetal. No person leaves their home without first scenting themselves, slaves are typically the only exception. Indeed, among some peoples like the Makurians and the Korithians, the Kishite people were thought of as feminine for their love of perfume, adornment, and their extravagant bathing practices, even the presence of public toilets was at times considered to be unduly opulent. As you look at the various decorated perfume bottles, a thought occurs to you. You recognize visitors from Korithia, Shabala, Makur, Ikopesh, Knosh, and beyond, but there is a group that is missing. Despite being one of the largest and most wealthy kingdoms you see no one from Apuna. Perhaps it’s not surprising, after all Labisa is currently war with Apuna.

At least that is what you think at first, until you look closer. There are Apunians here, slaves. They follow behind Kishite masters or else can be seen cleaning the streets and do other kinds of menial labor. Many are missing eyes, a hand, a thumb, or other parts. Kishite Palaces have a long and proud tradition of mutilation when it comes to their prisoners of war. You quickly avert your attention, but it lands on something else, the figure of a woman, sat in an alley, her knees tucked beneath her chin, her eyes hooded. At first you assume she is a beggar, though thus far they have been a rarity in this city, until you see the pustules. Her face and arms are covered in hundreds of angry red swellings, her teeth are chattering, her eyes vacant. Disease is an inescapable reality of living in a city, particularly one as massive as this. There are no hospitals or hospices, and in favor of the festival most of the temples have temporarily banished those being cared for there. And so, the ill gather here in the Perfume District, where the sweet smells may in some way cover the smell of pestilence.

In recent years Pyrian Fever become an increasingly dire problem throughout the domain of Akard. Though Kishites may not know what bacteria or viruses are, they have managed to identify where this particular outbreak originated from. As is often the case, war is a flashpoint for plague. Some of the same prisoner's war and slaves, you had previously noticed, brought the deadly disease with them. Now every slave is inspected for any signs of disease, but it is too late, they sickness is already here. You notice the plantbrews, medicine women, marching up and down the street, tending to the sick who huddle in alleys and under doorways. Some of the treatments seem to be working, certainly the disease seems less virulent than it has been in the past. Even still, you take note of the warnings scrawled on wooden boards. " Enun Nadolul Na Lumiga" "Do not touch the sick." You quickly decide to move on from the perfume district.

Soon enough the smell of rose and cinnamon declines, replaced by the earthy scent of clay and the sharp tang of kiln smoke. Potters line the streets, hawking their wares, hands stained with the rich red brown of freshly fired earth ang glaze. From tiny, ornate perfume bottles to massive pithoi, many of which you recognize from the previous district. The pots, jugs, and jars are adorned with intricate designs, some depicting scenes of daily life, others abstract patterns that seemed to dance around the curves of the vessels, still others are unglazed, fiery orange or ashy grey. A group of Korithians, immediately recognizable by their short colourful kilts and their long-braided hair, are gathered around one such shop, gawking at the erotic imagery that adorns those particular bowls and plates. You stop to look for yourself, though you quickly find that the going price is far too high for your tastes.

As you leave the Market Districts and approach the Palatial Hill, you enter the area where many of the richer families dwell, minor nobility, and wealthy merchants. Here too are the grand estates were visiting dignitaries stay. Buildings of stone and cedar wood, one, two or even three stories tall. Their surfaces painted and carved with stylized frescos of nature and festivity, curling palms, and leaping gazelles alongside bell-adorned dancers.

Kishite nobles, lounging in front of their homes, sipping wine, and eating dates and olives can be seen dressed in expensive clothing, their hair bedecked with many beads, ribbons, and rings, their necks and wrists choked with chains, collars, and baubles. Their robes are made from silk and soft linen, purple, red, and saffron yellow, their hair and beards are slicked with scented perfumes. Some wear capes and cloaks of lion and leopard fur.

The Kiriki Gates now stand before you.

Stop 6: The Palatial Hill

The Blue Wall separates the Palatial Hill from the rest of the city, while considerably smaller than the Black Wall, at only 32ft in height, it is no less magnificent. The wall itself is made from limestone. Unlike the carved surface of the Black Wall, the stones of the Blue Wall have been sanded and smoothed until it almost seems to sparkle in the afternoon sun. Even the cracks and gaps between the stones have been filled in to create a uniform surface. It is named for the upper most layer of stones, each one painted with a mixture of cobalt and copper to produce a vibrant blue. The only break is the Kiriki Gate, named for the two massive guardians which stand at either side, stone statues of Kiriki, each larger than an elephant. Kiriki are bull-horned and winged lions with the human-like faces. They are culture is secretive, their language indecipherable to most humans, yet they are seen on occasion, you had even seen earlier at this very festival.

While the statues are immobile, the same cannot be said of the guards, eight of the, standing on either side of the open cedar doors. They carry spears and axes, and massive shields in the shape of hourglasses. As you approach one of the guard's holds out his hand. You place a small tablet, no larger than a postage stamp in his palm. Carved on its surface in miniscule writing is a number of Kishite glyphs. This tablet acts as your permission to enter the palatial grounds. After a minute he nods and steps back. He does not return the tablet, this particular privilege is only being afforded, once.

You walk through the gates, head respectfully bowed. It is as if you had just been transported miles away to the countryside. An olive grove stands around you, gnarled trunks twisting and turning. Many of these trees have been here for hundreds of years since the time of Tamel and his children. Currently the workers and caretakers are lounging by ponds and pools, a handful are pruning and attending to the trees, but overall, with the harvest still being months away, the Palatial Olive Grove is tranquil. A few of the laborers wave as you pass by. Stags, gazelle, pheasants, and other peaceful creatures roam through the rows of trees, their presence meant to simulate a rural farm or hillside orchard. A gazelle approaches you, hoping for handouts, upon finding none it goes back to nibbling at the grass.

You spot a small stone shrine tucked among one particularly thick grouping of olive trees, you are not sure which god it is meant to honor, for there are no markings on the alter. Before the shrine is a ring of stones placed on the ground. You immediately recognize this structure as one of those in which Kishite dead are placed, allowing their flesh to be reclaimed by nature before their bones are buried or placed in tombs. However, this particular ring has never held a corpse, rather this ring is used as part of the naming ceremony performed on Noble Kishite children upon reaching the age of 4. The child is made to sleep here, and upon awakening, they symbolically rise up from their "old life".

Beyond the olive grove you enter an area filled with fig, pomegranate, regalu, and quince trees. You even spot a peach tree, still a rarity this far west. Myrtle and laurel trees also make an appearance, their trunks seemingly wrapped in grape vines. The fragrance of these trees mingles with the dry scent of earth and old wood. A few more workers, dressed in simple linen wraps, tend to the trees, and prune the vines, their movements slow and deliberate.

You spot a number of terraces built into the hill side; great blocks of limestone topped with soil. Here is where the king's plantbrews grow their stock, exotic berries, tubers, and flowers.

The ground is crisscrossed by stone pathways, like the one that you are walking on, however it seems that most of the laborers choose to ignore these, instead walking over grass and roots.

The White Wall waits before you.

Stop 7: The Palace

The last and smallest of Labisa's three great walls, at only 24ft is The White Wall, which separates the palatial complex from the rest of the hill. In similar fashion to the Black Wall, the White Wall is made from massive blocks of stone rather than many smaller bricks like the Blue Wall, the lintel above the king's gate is the single heaviest stone in all three of the walls, at nearly 20 tons. The White Wall is the only one with stones that were not quarried in Kishetal, rather its stones were sourced from the original homeland of Tamel and his followers, Shabala. Each massive stone was transported by ship, barge, and finally by rope and manpower over hundreds of miles to the top of the hill, thus while the wall itself may be the smallest, its construction was arguably the most expensive. At first glance you might be confused as to why it is called the White Wall, the stone used is a pale grey, distinctly not white. The name comes from a thin layer of marble tiles that once covered the entirety of the wall, placed there by Tamel the Second, the last monarch of his namesake's line and the last king of a united Kishite kingdom. The tiles cut from the ruins of Arkodian temples, their capture viewed as the symbolic end of the war that had ravaged both Kishetal and Arkodai for decades, the single most destructive war in the recorded history of the Green Sea.

The tiles were stuck to the walls, with the plans for the white marble to be painted not only with images of the valiant heroes of Kishetal, but also those of Arkodai, their faces meant to stand guard over the palace as a memorial of the terrible war. After the last of the tiles had been placed but before the first of the paint could be applied, Tamel the Second was assassinated by his own son, Kerim. United Kishetal died with Tamel. Kerim cancelled the plans to paint the walls.

After Kerim was himself, killed by his younger brother, Farut, the tiles were taken ripped down and instead used to decorate the tomb of Tamel the Second. If one were to venture to the mesa where the royal tombs sit, the tomb of Tamel the Second would be easily identifiable by the snowy white Arkodian marble which still peaks from under the greenery.

The King's Gate is surprisingly plain, there are no great guardians looking over you as you pass under the massive lintel. The eyes of the guards burn into you as you pass, though they do not stop you.

The main palace along with the other palatial buildings function as a miniature city of sorts. The royal residence, a temple, storage buildings, a smithy, a pottery workshop, several workshops reserved for the palace weavers, two different sets of kitchens (and several massive outdoor ovens), the slave quarters, the bathhouse, and the stables are all contained within the White Wall, forming a large palatial citadel dotted with oleander, chestnut, and beech trees. The nobility and their guests who visit palace bathed in the grand bathhouse which stands directly beside the palace, constructed from polished granite, built atop an ancient spring, its interior is decorated with exotic plants and birds, carvings of dancing gods and heroes adorn the walls, and steam curls constantly from its high-set windows. Three similar though decidedly less extravagant baths can be found in the lower city, open to the people of Labisa. The palatial slaves make do with a large pond which lay at the edge of the courtyard.

The palace stands like a fortress atop the rugged hill, its thick stone walls towering above, as imposing as the demigod Tamel the First, who both ordered and assisted in its construction. Built from massive limestone blocks and mudbrick, it seems to have risen from the earth itself, sturdy and timeless. At six stories tall, it is the highest structure in all Labisa, save for the Tomb of Tamel. The outer walls are fortified with battlements and defensive towers, making the palace not just a seat of power but a stronghold overseeing the sprawling city below. Black soot still scars the walls, a grim reminder of Barunaki's brutal raid during Akard’s coup, when soldiers snuck in, murdered Hutbari’s children, and accidentally set the ancient structure ablaze. Only heroic effort saved the palace from complete destruction.

As you pass through the massive stone gate, you enter beneath an arch adorned with reliefs of lions, leopards, and horned men. Inside, the vast central courtyard opens before you, its stone floors smooth from centuries of footsteps. This space, often the site of ceremonies and rituals, is now empty—the king is far to the south. Yet, the palace is far from abandoned; at least two hundred nobles, along with their servants and slaves, occupy its thousand rooms, overseeing its care and performing sacred rites.

The halls are vast and labyrinthine, easy to get lost in. The lofty ceilings are supported by cedar beams and painted columns, every surface intricately adorned. Walls, pillars, ceilings, and even floors are decorated with colorful cloth, carvings, and frescoes. The murals depict royal processions, epic battles, dragons, divine figures, and tales from the Age of Glass and Metal, drawn from "Ti Jali Chasma," the Great History. You pause to admire a fantastical depiction of an ancient city, its twisting, impossibly shaped buildings a testament to the imagination of the artisans. Peeking into some rooms, you find many to be storage spaces, filled with pithoi and vessels holding oil and grain. One door nearly costs you your head, as the Chief of Wine glares at you with a spear in hand, clearly protective of his charge. Hastily, you move on, climbing stone stairs worn smooth from use, the center dipped from countless feet. Banquet halls line the next level, each filled with ornately carved furniture inlaid with pearl and ivory. Large hearths and massive braziers warm the rooms, the scent of smoke and wood blending with resin, stale perfumes, and the earthy smell of stone. Light filters through narrow windows, casting sharp contrasts of shadow and brightness across the floors. As you ascend further, you pass thick wooden doors fitted with bronze, marking private chambers—most are closed, and you wisely choose not to linger. The throne room is at the heart of the palace, both intimate and imposing. A raised platform holds a richly adorned stone throne, carved from black rock streaked with gold. Frescoes and tapestries line the walls, depicting heroic figures battling savage beasts. High above, barely visible, are the words of long-dead kings carved into the ceiling, some written in dialects so ancient only a handful of scholars can decipher them. At the back of the room are doors leading to upper floors, reserved for the royal family and palace sages. As you approach, a guard blocks your path, his stern expression and sharp spear making it clear that your tour ends here. As you leave the palace, the painted eyes follow you. Descending the palatial hill along with stern guard, you are guided back towards the bustling city. Somehow in your brief time away, the streets have become even more hectic, alive with color and activity. With the festival’s opening drawing near, you ponder your options for the time being. You could choose to explore the vibrant market districts, engage with the locals, or simply enjoy the lively atmosphere, the city offers a myriad of experiences. Perhaps if you can find a good beerhall or city corner, you may just be able to hear one of the many tales of Princess Ninma and the giant Narul. Regardless, the festival promises to be a grand affair, the likes of which no other city in the region can match.

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midnight pretenders.

In that moment, my smile dissipated like a droplet lost in the vastness of the ocean. Raven eyes met the hesitant gaze of my basalt orbs. Bathed in the dim light, my skin seemed to gleam, yet as I scrutinized it, an unsettling sensation rippled through me like the ebb of ocean waves. Once again, the harsh reality asserted itself – Nanami Kento existed. My body shifted uncomfortably; my arms remained at my sides. Perched on the stool, the straightened position felt awkward, almost burdensome.

GENRE: tragic lovers, classical musicians au;

WARNING/s: tragic romance, friends to lovers, exes to lovers, hurt, no comfort, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cigarette use, toxic relationship;

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midnight pretenders by aran tomoko

THE BITTER TASTE BURNED THE BACK OF MY THROAT. Yet, the allure of alcohol never captivated my senses. However, with the passage of time, it metamorphosed into a potion, a refuge, a constant companion. A gentle sigh whispered across my eager, daring crimson lips. My obsidian eyes, reminiscent of a vigilant doe, darted towards the enticing coolness of whiskey.

How many sips had graced my lips tonight? The count eluded me as I pondered having more drinks one after another. I’ve sinned a lot in this very spot. I commenced the indulgence prematurely and even now, when no more patrons are left but me and the flies overhead. I delicately shook my head, feeling the libation's seductive allure embrace me.

With a lifted brow, I contemplated the pools of pleasure before me, the corners of my lips gracefully curving upwards. Succumbing to the enchantment, I imbibed once more, the vivid tendrils of intoxication weaving through my being.

No matter. As the night unfurled its tapestry, I would return to the sanctuary of solitude. Unable to shed the flamboyant work attire, my ten-inch heels lay abandoned behind the door. An exquisite mask adorned my weary countenance, concealing the echoes of the day's trials. The house resonated with a resounding crack each night the door closed; an emptiness enveloped its silent halls.

The void of the opulent alabaster hue engaged in a silent, protracted contest, stretching for hours on end. Morning had already descended upon me as I returned home, an inconspicuous arrival unnoticed by anyone. In this place untouched by the sun's rays and devoid of its comforting warmth, there was a time when resentment gripped me. Yet, every day found me standing beside the weathered cobblestones at the entrance, returning to this place with unwavering persistence—a folly, perhaps. Today, however, I had no intention of dwelling on such matters.

It was the weekly interlude, a time when I would embark on a tranquil stroll toward the pulsating glow of a vibrant neon sign. The resonant notes of a saxophone reverberated smoothly from the colossal speakers within the corner jukebox. Conversations, both lively and animated, filled the air, intermingling with the occasional seriousness and flamboyance.

Some patrons exhaled plumes of smoke, releasing the pungent aroma of swirling chemicals into the atmosphere. Yet, amidst this cacophony, I remained unperturbed. It was this very escape that endeared this place to me.

At the bar's counter, I found solace, enveloped in the dimly lit ambiance. I could linger there, undisturbed, gazing into a world of my own making. No one intruded upon my thoughts in this sanctuary. Amidst the rhythmic pulse of life within the isolated confines of this quaint establishment, I could savor a moment to truly live again. Life, it seemed, could thrive in the embrace of solitary desolation.

“Looks like you’re breaking Utahime’s record." Ieiri Shoko snickered, the thin white cloth sweeping across the polished counter. “How many have you had, little doll?”

I laughed dryly in return, raising my cup back at her. "Hm? Are you sick of me already?I make you really good money, Shoko."

"To be honest, I am. You made me stay open for longer than I should!" She sighs, putting the cloth away. “I don’t mind swindling money off you though. You pay for drinks well.”

��Anything for my favorite lady!”

“Do you say that to everyone?”

“No, no. Just you.” I gave her a goofy smile, raising my glass to drink. “You take care of me well, Shoko.”

She gives a snort, shaking her head. She moves down the counter and towards the telephone line. “I’ll call Nanami for you. You wouldn’t be able to get home like this.”

I raised my head, frowning. “Don’t call him. I don’t want that.”

She puts the phone down, raising a brow. “Why? What’s going on with you?”

“Just…..” My mouth opened and just as quickly did it open, it closed. I wanted to say something. But I stopped myself. I didn’t know if my words would help or it would fail me. “I need another drink.”

“You’ll destroy your lungs like this.”

"She said, as she poured more into my cup and joined me.”

“You know I'm still working, you idiot.”

I laughed as she turned to the other side of the counter and grabbed a small shot glass, starting to pour a drink for herself. Shoko always tries to be someone who can balance the demands of work and play. She was better than anyone else at it.

Yet somehow, she can never truly abandon the need to satisfy the line between both worlds — especially as she seemed to sense the gravity of my burdens. I watched Shoko as she put away the bottle. Her movements were graceful, yet there was a subtle weariness in her eyes that only those who paid attention could discern.

As she clinked her shot glass against mine, she gave me a playful smirk. “Cheers to the relentless pursuit of both productivity and pleasure.”

We both downed our drinks simultaneously, the warmth of the liquid coursing through us. The atmosphere around us seemed to shimmer with camaraderie and shared understanding. Shoko, with her unwavering spirit, had a way of turning ordinary moments into memorable ones. In that small, dimly lit space, amidst the clinking of glasses and laughter, we found solace in each other's company. It was moments like these that made the relentless pace of life bearable, transforming an ordinary evening into a cherished memory.

I welcomed the drink to my lips once more, surrendering to the timeless dance of union. The frigid bitterness of the alcohol flowed down effortlessly, devoid of any discomfort. In bygone years, such a moment seemed inconceivable.

Now, however, the recurrent sensations of anguish and warmth in the recesses of my throat were not only tolerable but embraced. It held a certain enchantment, a necessity I couldn't deny any longer. In the clutches of this vice, the emptiness of the moment dissipated.

Setting the glass down, I found myself conceding to the truth—this ritual was my refuge after each arduous day at work. As the clock struck six, the elixir was bestowed upon me. And for a fleeting while, a smile would return to my lips.

It felt akin to providing electricity to those who had relied on kerosene lamps, filling the moment with a luminosity previously absent. Acknowledging this, I couldn't help but recognize that, in this nightly routine, there was a resurgence of life—an invitation to rediscover the joy of living, akin to an adventure waiting to unfold.

"So, what happened?" Shoko asked, grabbing the bottle again and pouring more for herself. The corner of her eyes crinkled with curiosity and wonder as she placed some more devil’s drink in my cup. “Did you two fight again? Are we expecting a hiccup in the relationship? What's going on?”

I smiled, looking at the pool of alcohol on my cup. She looked at me as I raised my head to look her in the eye. "Why? Do you think something happened?"

"I can read your eyes." She said to me as she downed her drink, then leaned her arms against the counter to get closer to me.

“Really?” I raised a brow at her, trying to not let the mask fall. “What do you see, oh great Shoko?”

Leaving out a sigh, she gave me a concerned gaze. "It’s pretty obvious with you, when you’re upset. It bleeds through the light that should be there.”

Once again, the harsh reality asserted itself – Nanami Kento existed. My body shifted uncomfortably; my arms remained at my sides. Perched on the stool, the straightened position felt awkward, almost burdensome.

I released a deep breath, as though preparing to plunge into the depths of the underwater world. Securing my legs around the chair's legs, I wondered if it was permissible to open up to Shoko. The thought lingered, but I refrained from voicing it. She knew I would eventually bare my soul anyway.

Over the weeks, she had greeted me faithfully at the door, the bell announcing my arrival to this small sanctuary. Initial distrust had given way to her quirky one-liners, the kind that made me laugh genuinely after years.

Her blunt honesty, even in the face of her high school friends Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto's teasing, endeared her to me. They try to come by often. But with Gojo’s busy schedule at his father’s office and Suguru’s deadlines at his writing job — the meet ups are one and far between. Yet I did not mind.

In fact, I looked forward to them. In these many years they too had become good friends of mine. As well as Nanami’s. Although Nanami's discomfort with Gojo's playfulness remained palpable. Nanami could handle playfulness. Otherwise, we perhaps would not be together.

Shoko had always weathered each stormy night that came from my presence without uttering a word, providing silent solace. Always attempting to lift my spirits with conversation, to bring light back in my eyes. Yet, I realized this was the first time she had spoken the truth to my face.

It felt like an open secret, as if I had never been adept at concealing the wreckage of my life in this seesaw game. I never enjoyed delving into the complexities that loomed over my expansive skies. There was an emptiness, a void akin to the vastness of space.

Yet, with each disclosure, a rift would emerge, revealing the gilded cage where sunlight never reached, my reluctance to escape, and the discontent intertwined with the blond man with brown eyes. It was easier to forget, to let the stone rest undisturbed, allowing moss to reclaim its harsh exterior. Pretense was simpler, a means to act as though certain events had never transpired.

"Do you have a cigarette?" I asked, having taken my shot in one easy stride.

Shoko raised an eyebrow, curious. "I still have a full pack in my bag. Do you want it?”

A wide smile spread across my lips as I extended my hands into the depths of the deep purse. My fingers traversed the black velvet texture, skillfully rummaging to retrieve the cool metal concealed within. With a flourish, I brought it into view, revealing a beautifully clear surface glistening in silver. Placing it atop the counter with a deliberate thud, I couldn't resist observing the bartender's shocked expression.

Unperturbed by his evident surprise, I gracefully moved to the vacant side, letting my fingers collect the cool remnants within the empty ashtray. Glancing back at the still-recovering figure behind the counter, I offered a playful wink, savoring the moment of intrigue.

"I didn’t know you smoked."

I laughed solemnly at her. “Well, now you know. Go on. Pour more drinks. Pack your things even. We’ll need it for the long haul.”

"Long what?"

A forlorn gaze emanated from the shadows of my eyes, lowering as my fingers fumbled in the grasp of the cold metal lighter. The urge to laugh bubbled within, but the weariness of my soul stifled any such expression. Each time I glanced at that capricious lighter, it summoned a cascade of memories, vivid as the flames I had yet to extinguish.

A subtle frown crept across my face as I released my finger, tapping it rhythmically across the counter. The weight of remembered names and places pressed upon me, each moment lived in a matter of seconds, too many lifetimes compressed into a single heartbeat.

With each passing year, the pain intensified. Whether for better or worse, it was the bitter taste of an awful truth. The equilibrium of the seesaw tipped precariously, with the eyes of the beholder widening in bewildered fear at each end. Terrifying it was, to look up from below, caught in the tumultuous sway of a balance that seemed to defy gravity itself.

I smiled at her, letting the smoke engulf me as I opened my mouth.

“The story. From the beginning to the end.”

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mcpalettes · 9 months ago

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andesite / cobblestone / tuff

blackstone / mud / basalt

#• mod 🍒#minecraft #block palette #color palette #grey

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infectedleviathan · 11 months ago

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So this is an item Id list for coding

I found one online but it was all jumbled so I put it in list form, gonna be making different categories too

309 Acorn Seed

541 Aerinite Mineral

538 Alamite Mineral

705 Albacore Fish

456 Algae Soup Cooking

300 Amaranth Vegetable

299 Amaranth Seeds Seed

66 Amethyst Mineral

529 Amethyst Ring Ring

587 Amphibian Fossil Artifact

117 Anchor Artifact It may have belonged to ancient pirates.

129 Anchovy Fish A small silver fish found in the ocean

103 Ancient Doll Artifact An ancient doll covered in grime. This doll may habe benn used as a toy, a decoration, or a prop in some kind of ritual.

123 Ancient Drum Artifact It's a drum made from wood and animal skin. It has a low, reverberating tone.

454 Ancient Fruit Fruit

114 Ancient Seed Artifact it's a dry old seed from some ancient plant. By all appearances it's long since dead…

499 Ancient Seeds Seed

109 Ancient Sword Artifact It's the remains of an ancient sword. Most of the blade has turned to rust, but the hilt is very finely crafted.

160 Angler Fish

613 Apple Fruit

633 Apple Sapling Seed

634 Apricot Fruit

628 Apricot Sapling Seed

62 Aquamarine Mineral

531 Aquamarine Ring Ring

101 Arrowhead Artifact A crudely fashioned point used for hunting.

274 Artichoke Vegetable

605 Artichoke Dip Cooking

482 Artichoke Seeds Seed

590 Artifact Spot (not-Placeable)

235 Autumn's Bounty Cooking

685 Bait Bait

198 Baked Fish Cooking

691 Barbed Hook Fish Tackle

540 Baryte Mineral

570 Basalt Mineral

368 Basic Fertilizer Fertilizer

370 Basic Retaining Soil Fertilizer

767 Bat Wing Monster Loot

787 Battery Pack Resource

207 Bean Hotpot Cooking

473 Bean Starter Seed

346 Beer Artisan Goods

284 Beet Vegetable

494 Beet Seeds Seed

790 Berry Basket

539 Bixite Mineral

410 Blackberry Fruit

611 Blackberry Cobbler Cooking

102 Blue Book(For Museum no Drop only Animation)

597 Blue jazz Flower

413 Blue Slime Egg

258 Blueberry Fruit

481 Blueberry Seeds Seed

234 Blueberry Tart Cooking

278 Bok Choy Vegetable

491 Bok Choy Seeds Seed

287 Bomb Crafting

119 Bone Flute Artifact it's a prehistoric wind instrument carved from an animal's bone. It produces an eerie tone.

458 Bouquet

216 Bread Cooking

132 Bream Fish

171 Broken CD Trash

170 Broken Glasses Trash

618 Bruschetta Cooking

684 Bug Meat Monster Loot

700 Bullhead Fish

702 Bullhead Fish

526 Burglar's Ring Ring

90 Cactus Fruit Fruit The sweet fruit of the prickly pear cactus.

542 Calcite Mineral

142 Carp Fish

209 Carp Suprise Cooking

143 Catfish Fish

190 Cauliflower Vegetable

474 Cauliflower Seeds Seed

78 Cave Carrot Forage A starchy snack found in caves. It helps miners work longer

566 Celestine Mineral

281 Chanterelle Forage

424 Cheese Artisan Goods

197 Cheese Cauliflower Cooking

638 Cherry Fruit

286 Cherry Bomb Crafting

629 Cherry Sapling Seed

105 Chewing Stick Artifact Ancient people chewed on these to keep their teeth clean.

113 Chicken Statue Artifact It's a statue of a chicken on a bronze base. The ancient people of this are must been very fond of chickens.

100 Chipped Amphora Artifact An ancient vessel made of ceramic material. Used to transport both dry and wet goods.

220 Chocolate Cake Cooking

727 Chowder Cooking

372 Clam

330 Clay Resource

428 Cloth Artisan Goods

382 Coal Resource

411 Cobblestone Path Decor

718 Cockle Fish

88 Coconut Fruit A seed of the coconut palm. It has many culinary uses.

395 Coffee

648 Coleslaw Cooking

404 Common Mushroom Forage

201 Complete Breakfast Cooking

223 Cookie Cooking

334 Copper Bar Resource

378 Copper Ore Resource

393 Coral

695 Cork Bobber Fish Tackle

270 Corn Vegetable

484 Corn Seeds Seed

717 Crab Fish

732 Crab Cakes Cooking

710 Crab Pot

282 Cranberries Fruit

612 Cranberry Candy Cooking

238 Cranberry Sauce Cooking

493 Cranberry Seeds Seed

716 Crayfish Fish

159 Crimsonfish Fish

214 Crispy Bass Cooking

418 Crocus Flower

333 Crystal Floor Decor

414 Crystal Fruit Fruit

409 Crystal path Decor

18 Daffodil Forage

22 Dandelion Forage

461 Decorative Pot

466 Deluxe Speed-Gro Fertilizer

72 Diamond Mineral A rare and valuable gem.

107 Dinosaur Egg Artifact A gient dino egg… The entire shell is still intact!

242 Dish O' The Sea Cooking

543 Dolomite Mineral

704 Dorado Fish

687 Dressed Spinner Fish Tackle

116 Dried Starfish Artifact A starfish frome the primordial ocean. It's an unusually pristine specimen!

169 Driftwood Trash

463 Drum Block

442 Duck Egg Animal Product

444 Duck Feather Animal Product

307 Duck Mayoonaise Artisan Goods

122 Dwarf Gadget Artifact It's a piece of the advanced technology once known to the dwarves. It's sill glowing and humming, but you're unable to understand how it works

96 Dwarf Scroll I Artifact A yellowed scroll of parchment filled with dwarven script this one's tied with a red bow.

97 Dwarf Scroll II Artifact A yellowed scroll of parchment filled with dwarven script this one's tied with a green ribbon.

98 Dwarf Scroll II Artifact A yellowed scroll of parchment filled with dwarven script this one's tied with a blue rope.

99 Dwarf Scroll IV Artifact A yellowed scroll of parchment filled with dwarven script this one's tied with a golden chain.

121 Dwarvish Helm Artifact It's one of the helmets commonly worn by dwarves. The thick metal plating protects them from falling debris and stalactites.

326 Dwarvish Translation Guide Crafting

86 Earth Crystal Mineral A resinous substance found near the surface.

148 Eel Fish

176 Egg Animal Product A regular white chicken egg.

180 Egg Animal Product A regular brown chicken egg.

272 Eggplant Vegetable

231 Eggplant Parmesan Cooking

483 Eggplant Seeds Seed

104 Elvish Jewelry Artifact Dirty but still beautiful. On the side is a flowing script thought by some to be the ancient language of the elves. No Elvish bones habe ever been found.

60 Emerald Mineral

533 Emerald Ring Ring

349 Energy Tonic

729 Escargot Cooking

544 Esperite Mineral

441 Explosive Ammo

595 Fairy Rose Flower

425 Fairy Seeds Seed

577 Fairy Stone Mineral

497 Fall Seeds Seed

240 Farmer's Lunch Cooking

771 Fiber Resource

259 Fiddlehead Fern Vegetable

649 Fiddlehead Risotto Cooking

403 Field Snack

565 Fire Opal Mineral

82 Fire Quartz Mineral A glowing red crystal commonly found near hot lava.

728 Fish Stew Cooking

213 Fish Taco Cooking

545 Fluorapatite Mineral

464 Flute Block

202 Fried Calamari Cooking

225 Fried Eel Cooking

194 Fried Egg Cooking

205 Fried Mushroom Cooking

536 Frozen Geode

84 Frozen Tear Mineral A crystal fabled to be the frozen tears of a yeti.

610 Fruit Salad Cooking

248 Garlic Vegetable

476 Garlic Seeds Seed

325 Gate Crafting

546 Geminite Mineral

535 Geode

561 Ghost Crystal Mineral

156 Ghostfish Fish

775 Glacierfish Fish

118 Glass Shards Artifact A mixture of glass shards smoothed by centuries of ocean surf. These could have belonged to an ancient mosaic or necklace.

208 Glazed Yams Cooking

517 Glow Ring Ring

426 Goat Cheese Artisan Goods

436 Goat Milk Animal Product

336 Gold Bar Resource

384 Gold Ore Resource

124 Golden Mask Artifact A creepy golden mask probably used in an ancient magic ritual. A socket in the forehead contains a large purple gemstone.

373 Golden Pumpkin

125 Golden Relic Artifact It's a golden slab with heiroglyphs and pictures emblazoned onto the front.

569 Granite Mineral

398 Grape Fruit

301 Grape Starter Seed

297 Grass Starter Seed

407 Gravel Path Decor

153 Green Algae Fish

188 Green Bean Vegetable

680 Green Slime Egg

708 Halibut Fish

709 Hardwood Resource

298 Hardwood Fence Crafting

210 Hashbrowns Cooking

178 Hay

408 Hazelnut Forage

547 Helvite Mineral

573 Hematite Mineral

147 Herring Fish

283 Holly Forage

340 Honey Artisan Goods

304 Hops Vegetable

302 Hops Starter Seed

260 Hot Pepper Fruit

233 Ice Cream Cooking

161 Ice Pip Fish

527 Irdium Band Ring

337 Irdium Bar Resource

386 Irdium Ore Resource

645 Irdium Sprinkler Crafting

335 Iron Bar Resource

324 Iron Fence Crafting

380 Iron Ore Resource

746 Jack-O-Lantern Crafting

70 Jade Mineral

532 Jade Ring Ring

549 Jagoite Mineral

548 Jamborite Mineral

563 Jasper Mineral

429 Jazz Seeds Seed

344 Jelly Artisan Goods

167 Joja Cola Trash

350 Juice Artisan Goods

528 Jukebox Ring Ring

250 Kale Vegetable

477 Kale Seeds Seed

550 Kyanite Mineral

174 Large Egg Animal Product It's an uncommonly large white egg!

182 Large Egg Animal Product It's an uncommonly large brown egg!

438 Large Goat Milk Animal Product

186 Large Milk Animal Product A large jug of cow's milk.

137 Largemouth Bass Fish

162 Lava Eel Fish

692 Lead Bobber Fish Tackle

20 Leek Forage

163 Legend Fish

554 Lemon Stone Mineral

773 Life Elixier Cooking

571 Limestone Mineral

707 Lingcod Fish

715 Lobster Fish

730 Lobster Bisque Cooking

788 Lost Axe

204 Lucky Lunch Cooking

789 Lucky Purple Shorts

551 Lunarite Mineral

537 Magma Geode

703 Magnet Fish Tackle

519 Magnet Ring Ring

228 Maki Roll Cooking

552 Malachite Mineral

731 Maple bar Cooking

310 Maple Seed Seed

724 Maple Syrup Artisan Goods

567 Marble Mineral

306 Mayonnaise Artisan Goods

288 Mega Bomb Crafting

254 Melon Fruit

479 Melon Seeds Seed

460 Mermaid's Pendant

184 Milk Animal Product A jug of cow's milk.

243 Miner's Treat Cooking

770 Mixed Seeds Seed

257 Morel Forage

574 Mudstone Mineral

351 Muscle Remedy

719 Mussel Fish

682 Mutant Carp Fish

392 Nautilus Shell

586 Nautilus Shell Artifact

555 Nekoite Mineral

553 Neptunite Mineral

725 Oak Resin Artisan Goods

575 Obsidian Mineral

560 Ocean Stone Mineral

149 Octopus Fish

247 Oil

772 Oil of Garlic Cooking

195 Omelet Cooking

749 Omni Geode

564 Opal Mineral

635 Orange Fruit

630 Orange Sapling Seed

106 Ornamental Fan Artifact This exquisute fan most likely belonged to a noblewoman. Historians velieve that the valley was a popular sixth-era vacation spot for the wealthy.

556 Orpiment Mineral

723 Oyster Fish

303 Pale Ale Artisan Goods

457 Pale Broth Cooking

588 Palm Fossil Artifact

211 Pancakes Cooking

24 Parsnip Vegetable

472 Parsnip Seeds Seed

199 Parsnip Soup Cooking

636 Peach Fruit

631 Peach Sapling Seed

215 Pepper Poppers Cooking

489 Pepper Seeds Seed

141 Perch Fish

722 Periwinkle Fish

557 Petrified Slime Mineral

342 Pickles Artisan Goods

144 Pike Fish

311 Pine Cone Seed

726 Pine Tar Artisan Goods

221 Pink Cake Cooking

206 Pizza Cooking

604 Plum Pudding Cooking

637 Pomegranate Fruit

632 Pomegranate Sapling Seed

376 Poppy Flower

453 Poppy Seeds Seed

651 Poppyseed Muffin Cooking

192 Potato Vegetable

475 Potato Seeds Seed

584 Prehiistoric Vertebra Artifact

120 Prehistoric Handaxe Artifact One of the earliest tools employed by humans. This crude tool was created by striking one rock with another to form a sharp edge.

583 Prehistoric Rib Artifact

579 Prehistoric Scapula Artifact

581 Prehistoric Skull Artifact

580 Prehistoric Tibia Artifact

115 Prehistoric Tool Artifact Some kind of gnarly old digging tool.

74 Prismatic Shard Mineral A very rare and powerful substance with unknown origins.

128 Pufferfish Fish Inflates when threatened.

276 Pumpkin Vegetable

608 Pumpkin Pie Cooking

490 Pumpkin Seeds Seed

236 Pumpkin Soup Cooking

422 Purple Mushroom Forage

439 Purple Slime Egg

559 Pyrite Mineral

369 Quality Fertilizer Fertilizer

371 Quality Retaining Soil Fertilizer

621 Quality Sprinkler Crafting

80 Quartz Mineral A clear crystal commonly found in caves and mines

446 Rabbit's Foot Animal Product

264 Radish Vegetable

609 Radish Salad Cooking

487 Radish Seeds Seed

681 Rain Totem

394 Rainbow Shell

138 Rainbow Trout Fish

108 Rare Disc Artifact A heavy black disc studded with peculiar red stones. When you hold it, you're overwhelmed wih a felling of dread.

347 Rare Seed Seed

266 Red Cabbage Vegetable

486 Red Cabbage Seeds Seed

146 Red Mullet Fish

420 Red Mushroom Forage

230 Red Plate Cooking

437 Red Slime Egg

150 Red Snapper Fish

338 Refined Quartz Resource

252 Rhubarb Fruit

222 Rhubarb Pie Cooking

478 Rhubarb Seeds Seed

423 Rice

232 Rice Pudding Cooking

524 Ring of Yoba Ring

607 Roasted Hazelnuts Cooking

244 Roots Platter Cooking

64 Ruby Mineral

534 Ruby Ring Ring

112 Rusty Cog Artifact A well preserved cog that must have been part of some ancient machine. This could be dwarven technology.

110 Rusty Spoon Artifact A plain old spoon, probably then years old. Not very interesting.

111 Rusty Spur Artifact An old spur that was once attached to a cowboy's boot. People must have benn raising animals in this area for many generations.

196 Salad Cooking

139 Salmon Fish

212 Salmon Dinner Cooking

296 Salmonberry Fruit

164 Sandfish Fish

568 Sandstone Mineral

92 Sap Forage A fluid obtained from trees.

131 Sardine Fish A common ocean fish.

227 Sashimi Cooking

523 Savage Ring Ring

165 Scorpion Carp Fish

154 Sea Cucumber Fish

397 Sea Urchin

152 Seaweed Fish

706 Shad Fish

720 Shrimp Fish

582 Skeletal Hand Artifact

585 Skeletal Tail Artifact

576 Slate Mineral

766 Slime Monster Loot

520 Slime Charmer Ring Ring

516 Small Glow Ring Ring

518 Small Magnet Ring Ring

136 Smallmouth Bass Fish

721 Snail Fish

416 Snow Yam Forage

572 Soapstone Mineral

172 Soggy Newspaper Trash

768 Solar Essence Monster Loot

224 Spaghetti Cooking

465 Speed-Gro Fertilizer

396 Spice Berry Fruit

226 Spicy Eel Cooking

686 Spinner Fish Tackle

94 Spirit Torch It's unclear where the blue color comes from…

455 Spongle Seeds Seed

399 Spring Onion Forage

495 Spring Seeds Seed

599 Sprinkler Crafting

151 Squid Fish

578 Star Shards Mineral

434 Stardrop Energy Up

268 Starfruit Fruit

485 Starfruit Seeds Seed

415 Stepping Stone Path Decor

606 Stir Fry Cooking

390 Stone Resource

323 Stone Fence Crafting

329 Stone Floor Decor

158 Stonefish Fish

203 Strange Bun Cooking

126 Strange Doll Artifact ???

127 Strange Doll Artifact ???

401 Straw Floor Decor

400 Strawberry Fruit

745 Strawberry Seeds Seed

239 Stuffing Cooking

525 Sturdy Ring Ring

698 Sturgeon Fish

245 Sugar

496 Summer Seeds Seed

593 Summer Spangle Flower

145 Sunfish Fish

421 Sunflower Flower

431 Sunflower Seeds Seed

155 Super Cucumber Fish

237 Super Meal Cooking

241 Survival Burger Cooking

417 Sweet Gem berry

402 Sweet Pea Flower

341 Tea Set Decor

558 Thunder Egg Mineral

699 Tiger Trout Fish

562 Tigerseye Mineral

701 Tilapia Fish

256 Tomato Vegetable

480 Tomato Seeds Seed

218 Tomm Kha Soup Cooking

68 Topaz Mineral

530 Topaz Ring Ring

93 Torch Provides a modes amount of light.

229 Tortilla Cooking

694 Trap Bobber Fish Tackle

168 Trash Trash

166 Treasure Chest

693 Treasure Hunter Fish Tackle

589 Trilobite Artifact

219 Trout Soup Cooking

430 Truffle

432 Truffle Oil Artisan Goods

591 Tulip Flower

427 Tulip Bulb Seed

130 Tuna Fish A large fish that lives in the ocean.

522 Vampire Ring Ring

200 Vegetable Medley Cooking

419 Vinegar

305 Void Egg Animal Product

769 Void Essence Monster Loot

140 Walleye Fish

690 Warp Totem: Beach

688 Warp Totem: Farm

689 Warp Totem: Mountains

521 Warrior Ring Ring

331 Wearthered Floor Decor

750 Weeds

262 Wheat Vegetable

246 Wheat Flour

488 Wheat Seeds Seed

157 White Algae Fish

774 Wild Bait Bait

16 Wild Horseradish Forage

406 Wild Plum Forage

348 Wine Artisan Goods

412 Winter Root Forage

498 Winter Seeds Seed

388 Wood Resource

322 Wood Fence Crafting

328 Wood Floor Decor

405 Wood Path Decor

734 Woodskip Fish

440 Wool Animal Product

280 Yam Vegetable

492 Yam Seeds Seed

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