#riverpath

[talesofgladesglory]

⚡️ GLORY UPDATE!

Apologies for not keeping up here for a bit! Here’s a little peek into the Everglade Warren as of late.

Our High Ranks have been elected!

Please welcome…

ADVISORS: Riverpath (Espeon) & Bearsnout (Rai)

HEAD COMBATANT: Halfstone (Sym)

HEAD SCOUT: Houndstalker (Frank)

HEAD NURSE: Jackdawdive (Rontu)

Currently, our Head Medic and Head Architect positions are still available! Until they are filled in the next election, our Advisors will be fulfilling their duties. If you’re interested, please check out our HR info here!

Next - Roleplay has officially begun! We have just started our second week in. Huge shoutout to all of our members who have been working hard on scrounging up supplies, mingling among each other, and taking care of our recent boom of youth! Check them all out in our Allegiances.

And lastly - our next public opening! We were beyond excited with the turnout for our first opening; and we can’t wait to welcome you all!

Our Schedule puts our next public opening on January 15th - January 21st. That gives all interested parties lots of time to work on character sheets and more!

That’s all for now! If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to send them our way! Thanks again, we couldn’t do this without y’all! 💚

[89degree]

Another Chicago Surprise. #chicago #northbranch #chicagoriver #almostrural #iphonography #iphonephotography #littlelibrary #riverpath (at North Center Neighborhood) https://www.instagram.com/p/CniGwcopDw0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ach-sss-no]

no fear

one fear

i looked at the patch notes. there's some attempt at optmization clasps hands together I am very much anticipating going in and finding out if anything works better and if anything new and hilarious is broken

and there is such a big long list of bug fixes for drastic game-breaking bugs that i mostly never encountered after 2.5 playthroughs. i'm starting to think i have just had exceptional luck when playing this game

a selection of my favorites (the ones that sound funniest out of context)

Fixed a conditional blocker that caused Gollum to die if restarting during the beetle conflict. Increased the chase radius for the “Cruel Woman” chase to prevent save games where the player cannot keep up anymore. (never got this one but I came close oof) Fixed cog wheels spinning in random directions. Fixed nervous hands achievement behavior. Fixed a Game Over screen in the tutorial when restarting from the main menu during the chase sequence. Fixed a softlock in Shadow Mountains when jumping off a cliff during a checkpoint. Halls of Grond & Execution chambers - fixed and adjusted rotating wheels. Gollum Groom is now covered correctly by translucency while still respecting DOF and refraction. (his what) (Is this a mistranslation) (EDIT: I have had it pointed out that 'groom' is the word for rendered hair/fur so this is referring to Gollum's hair rendering! I did not see any markedly horrible issues with the hair outside of this one cutscene where it is briefly, obviously on the wrong layer or something but I also don't have all the visual effects enabled. I find it interesting that these notes are using so many 'untranslated' terms like 'groom' and also what are obviously the level names used by the team and not by the finished game. I am starting to think they don't have a PR person) Fixed possibility to end the Sewers without killing both orcs. (does this mean there's now a pacifist route or are you supposed to be required to kill the orcs & people were managing not to???? I didn't test this bc i just always murder every killable orc 😅 ) Solved the issue of no sound in the cutscene of Cook's death. (lmao i saw this but I just thought it was supposed to be like that/they didn't have any budget left to record a death noise) Fixed German conflict menu choice being displayed as French. Fixed blocked progress after the throttle tutorial when restarting from a checkpoint. Fixed Gollum floating at the beginning for Chapter 2. (?!?!) Fixed a softlock in Outer Gardens where Gollum would be detected immediately after spawning. (Aaahh. This I did encounter on 2nd playthrough and I don't remember how I got out of it. I think I restarted the level which was not a huge deal because the checkpoint was close to the start of the level) Fix for wall running not always triggering correctly. (This I probably did encounter and just thought I was hitting the wall at the wrong angle, because I frequently do just botch this) Riverpath fixed invisible 2 elves’ issue at the end of the level. (I DID GET THIS ONE ONCE and it was so funny, I think I have capture footage of it, I hope I do) Fixed fluctuating groom (?!?!?!!) when the game is paused. Adjusted the wrong Grashneg scale in Sewers. (don't think i ever saw this, am picturing Giant Grashneg) Fixed infinite Game Over screen in Construction Low when sweeping through a specific checkpoint. (definitely did not get this one. I would remember that.)

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

⛅️🌧☔️ :)

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

So when Trent Crimm speaks, he just leans back, looking up at the sky, and listens.

“Your father’s a cunt,” is the first thing Trent Crimm says, which Jamie was really not expecting. He nearly chokes. He isn’t even sure Trent Crimm meant to say it, because he winces, but then Trent Crimm’s briskly moving on, a torrent of water crashing and sweeping down the riverpath.

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

Trent’s mind has gone blank. He wants to say mess? MESS? I love you, you absolute tit, but he’s too caught up on the—the implications. On what Ted isn’t saying.

It’d have been easy for him to just apologetically tell Trent that he’s straight, or that he doesn’t have feelings for Trent, he just doesn’t, he’s sorry. It’d have been easy for him to let Trent down gently. Instead, he’s—he’s saying this.

“What are you saying?” says Trent, eyes wider than ever, wet, voice trembling, and Ted gives a shaky sigh.

“I think what I’m sayin’ is worse than a rejection,” he confesses, voice rough and quiet, and he won’t look up at Trent’s face. “I’m sorry. I’m real sorry.”

“What are you saying?” repeats Trent, strained but insistent, tears becoming audible, and Ted gives a defeated sigh, deflating.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

i have a truly silly amount of them, yes. i can't think of any i want to explain right now, though. uhhh. i. uhh. yeah i got nothing

[smokeclan-oc]

Maplecloud - fluffy cream tom with rich brown points

Family: Sycamorefang (father), Hickoryseed (mother), Tangleroot (brother) Gender / Sexuality: tom / demisexual  Personality: sweet, in love with love, truly loves his clan, the goodest boy, loves to help, literally never inconvenienced  Backstory: Maplecloud was an apprentice when he was in love with his denmate, Briarpaw. Briarpaw was the medicine cat apprentice. They were hopelessly in love, knowing they couldnt become mates. Still, Maplepaw would offer to help collect herbs, and tested Briarpaw so she always knew answers when their medicine cat passed. So Maplepaw knew a lot about what it took to be a medicine cat. When Briarpaw fell sick and died, Maplepaw was inconsolable. All he did was train, and sleep. When he had the energy, he would ask the medicine cat if he could help. Something about collecting borage, or wrapping up poppy seeds in dock leaves, reminded him of Briarpaw. Helped keep her memory alive.  After successfully completing his warrior training, Maplepaw’s mentor asked him honestly, does he want his warrior name, or his medicine cat name? Maplepaw realized he could keep Briarpaw’s memory alive by becoming the medicine cat. Taking over his loved ones position, Maplepaw became Maplecloud, and he is so happy to help. Genuinely loves his job, and always tries to embody the love that him and Briarpaw had for each other.. Ideal Partner: a warrior apprentice who trained beside him, the person who was his and briar’s third awe you two get close when your third dies, and you become a good warrior and maple becomes a med cat. Awe. Imagine if you  became a leader just so you could share tongues with briar again because maple does going to the crystal caves Position | Clan: Medicine Cat | Thrushclan

Frondwhisker - pale cream long haired tom

Family: Cozyburrow (mother), long list of siblings and half siblings Gender / Sexuality: Tom / Demisexual Personality: fatherly, warm, loves kits, super helpful, never seems inconvenienced by your request, ever, really genuine, turned things around, learning to be happy go lucky again even tho his mate and unborn litter are dead. Backstory: After the death of his pregnant mate at the paws of a badger, Frondwhisker was devastated for a while. The queens would do their best to bring the Tom back up, and only the medicine cat asking for an extra set of paws to aid in a knitting, did Frondwhisker feel alive again. Watching new life be brought into the clan filled him with a light he had lost since his mate’s death. He was asked by the medicine cat if he could hang around the den and help, so it was no surprise when he ended up making the trip to the crystal cave to become a medicine cat.  Since he got his first vision of his mate, Frondwhisker has been an incredible, kind medicine cat. With no interest in finding another mate, he’s a big sweetheart who sees the whole clan as his kin. He’s a good listener, and always has a soft spot for younger kits. You’ll be surprised to hear that Frondwhisker can mimic the purr that mothers make to their kits. Ideal Partner: his dead mate fr thats it Position | Clan: Medicine Cat Apprentice | Thrushclan

Quartzpool - sleek dark cream/tan tom with piercing frosty blue eyes

Family: Cloverbud (mother), Riverpath (brother), Mossbelly (sister) Gender / Sexuality:  tom / gay Personality: honest, hippie, loves nature, lines his nest with feathers Backstory: Quartzpool always wanted to be a medicine cat. As a kit, he was first made a warrior apprentice until the medicine cat received a sign. Marshlight could see the drive the young apprentice had, and after having a confirmation from Starclan, accepted then Quartzpaw as his apprentice. Quartzpool is a swift worker, his lithe body helping him weave through the undergrowth of Thrushclan’s forest to find his sacred herbs.  Quartzpool has a strong admiration for nature, and Starclan. He can be a bit blunt, but he’s never one to sugarcoat something. He is honest with his patients and clanmates, but sometimes he can be a little too honest. Quartzpool finds himself giving commentary when nothing has been asked of him. Ideal Partner: someone who is bitchy and loves it when quartz gets going on a rant or smth, maybe a patient who was a strong boi warrior who got hurt and now has a savior complex Position | Clan: Medicine Cat | Thrushclan

[hairpintvrns]

Terry had always been aware that their bedside manner lacked somewhat. Already still by nature, and further weaned by their family on silence, they did not have the best repository when it came to providing comfort. At age fifteen, having come to realize that touch was sought by others when pain was upon them, Terry had taught themselves to give out hugs and to return them in kind. She wonders if a hug is what the other, still restless and uncomfortable despite the offer of their jacket and a way back to someplace safe, might need. For a brief moment, they stopped in their tracks and had hoped to do just that—only to hesitate, at odds as to whether it might be considered inappropriate, even uninvited. 

They walked on and matched the other’s pace, hoping that the mere presence of someone tangible amid the unknowability of everything else could abate their worries. “Three days…” Terry nodded, making the calculations in their head, and casting a cursory glance around the forest. They frowned. They had some fairly adequate skills at foraging, but this area of the forest was fairly inhospitable to humans, thick with undergrowth and wildflowers that were not always edible, let alone filling. “And have you eaten in all that time?” The riverside would have been a little ways over, but if she had been unable to track food down, it was less likely that she would have been able to find the riverpath. 

Against the cacophony of white noise, Terry registered the stranger’s sniffles. Not long after their explanation, she becamer reduced to pitiful wails, and they swallowed. This, they could understand: the abruptness of overwhelm, despite your own inward protests at hoping to reel it in. They placed themselves in the other’s place, realizing the weight of the three days that she has spent alone. Terry had no problem making sense of nature as its own sentient mass. The rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, the fire ants making their way through treebark, even the forest rodents snapping its way at their feet; here, it was Terry who had been the intruder. Yet they’d always seen the world more differently than others. To any other individual, it might have been isolating. Lonely.

Stopping short of their tracks, Terry took the other’s arm and guided the stranger towards a nearby white oak tree. From this angle, they could already spot their residence’s facade, the log cabin almost camouflaging against the tree trunks had it not been for the red door and the two lamps flanked at either of its sides. “Come here and lean against this,” they said, gesturing towards the trunk, “Take a deep breath for me. Hold it in for a few seconds longer, and then exhale, slowly. Can you do that?”

Releasing their grip on her, they stood at her side and rested their back against the trunk and feeling the bark, strangely comforting despite its perceived roughness. “Do you see it? The cabin,” they pointed, though they conceded the vantage point might still be hard to discern by an untrained eye, “Try to focus for me; it’s already quite close. That’s where we’ll be going.” They paused. “Do you want to stop for a while?”

tefi had been in many dangerous situations, often as a consequence of her own bad behavior, but she thought getting so lost in the woods for days on end was probably one of the worst so-called consequences. getting stranded in las vegas by some shitty boyfriend or stuck in an elevator at the chateau marmont (that she had snuck into in the first place) paled in comparison. tefi had thought she had known loneliness before. in her childhood where she was granted too much freedom by parents that lost interest in her the older she grew, or the period after foster had abandoned her in philly, or the many nights in los angeles when she had no idea where she was going to sleep for the night, none of that had been true loneliness. 

the nights in the forest had been so still and so quiet that the silence hurt her ears, but then there was never a moment where she couldn’t hear some grass shift from a bug moving through or an owl hooting from some branch above. the moon, when it could be seen through the trees, mocked her with its uncaring, cool light. the stars above dotted the blackness of the night sky, but she couldn’t determine which was the brightest one and how the fuck was she supposed to follow the north star when she didn’t even know which way was north? if she hadn’t been found, tefi was sure she was going to die there.

her savior seemed unnerved by her presence, as if it wasn’t tefi that had been lost in the woods! tefi let go, not at their demand, but to bury her fingers in her dirty hair and let out a weak cry. she didn’t notice the jacket held out to her for a long moment, eyes darting wildly along the treeline. when she finally did see the proffered clothing, tefi slipped it on automatically, not even aware of her actions until she felt a foreign warmness against her bare arms. the crying hadn’t stopped or even slowed down, still flowing freely down her face. there was hope and relief within her, but her previous despair was winning over each and she was too focused on not dying that she hadn’t even realized she was following her savior down the trail until they spoke to her again.

my cabin is only ten minutes away. can you stay close?

“huh?” tefi coughed out, bleary eyes cutting from their surroundings to their retreating back. she jogged briefly to catch up. 

you are not going to die.

well, up until five minutes ago, that wasn’t nearly as certain. adrenaline was the only thing keeping her upright anymore, so her heart hadn’t calmed as she followed them through the trees, and there was an increasing sense of paranoia within her. there might have been a point in time where she had been convinced the woods was talking to her, watching and laughing with every wrong turn she made, but she couldn’t remember anymore. she couldn’t remember anything. “huh?” tefi repeated, though had actually heard them that time. “i don’t know—two or three days.” she answered with a whine and a loud, un-ladylike sniffle. “i was at this warehouse party and i went outside to pee and i got lost!” the tears returned at full force, childish and full of fear. she wanted her mother, but heather betancourt had only been a comforting presence to her babies; once they reached the age of nine, kisses and hugs were given with some reluctance, like she was supposed to just grow up and take care of herself already by then. eventually, tefi learned to stop asking her parents for comfort.

[legitedigiulia]

City Bird Heron in Richmond, London

oct 2022

[littledomstuff]

The High winds and wet weather have brought this huge tree down across the river path at Cox Green: #sketch #sketchbook #penandink #inkdrawing #inksketch #riverpath #tree #coxgreen https://www.instagram.com/p/B9pWB9MHnOr/?igshid=c27t66v2jjrb

[lifeofloon]

Bike riding the LA River thru Long Beach today. Never seen a flock of pelicans before.

[tucson-progressive]

Happy New Year! Jim dragged me away from the computer to take a bike ride on the Rillito River Path. He wished everyone Happy New Year as we rode along. We stopped for late lunch at Union Public House. #tucson #newyear #riverpath #cycling (at Union Public House) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6yn4laBFcm/?igshid=1stod0syxkg6r

[travelam]

BIG SURprise. The rain! #mcwayfalls #pfeifferbigsurstatepark #riverpath #redwoods #bixbybridge #bigsur https://www.instagram.com/p/BsT_5YxFV7tNM1eXgX_NszDq21DqfNuCDgifpQ0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=2iya3yps8ox

[jiachi]

Bailing Right Bank Riverside Park 百齡右岸河濱公園 _ Shilin District, Taipei, Taiwan

[harlowejeansmom]

Beautiful walk along the Eau Claire river ❄️🌲#riverprairie #altoonawi #eauclaireriver #riverpath #winterinwisconsin #rockformations #icicles (at River Prairie Center)

[luri74]

River path. #autumn #autumnday #autumn🍁 #river#riverpath #water#amazingcolors #autumncolors #france🇫🇷 #france #huaweimate9 #filtersapplied (at La Minière)

[tropicalbirdart-blog]

I love passing these teasels, beautiful flowers and nice to touch #teasel #enfield #riverpath #nativeflowers

[keatonjc]

#birds #pelicans #wildlife #wildlifephotography #nature #natureandshit #lookslikegarbage #bowriver #carburnpark #calgary #riverpath #riverbend #river #birdsontheriver