[Sept21] Tribble Month 2021 12: Observations on Livergreen – Family Ties

Theme: Family Ties.

Optional prompt: Tracking the lineage is tricky when everyone keeps marrying each other’s cousins. by CassidyPeterson.

This is a continuation to [Sept21] Tribble Month 11: Observations on Livergreen – 7 Deadly Sins.

“So, how’d it go?” I asked.

“Well, the magician we delivered the deck to was dead, so we had to talk to their… umm…” Tymon turned to Bolotseseg. “What exactly was their relation?”

Bolotseseg scratched her head. “I lost track at the second time a cousin was mentioned.”

I snorted. “That’s Livergreen for you. Tracking family lineages is a true pain when everyone keeps marrying each other’s cousins to keep the magic going strong in the family.” I smirked at the faces the two made. “Anyhoo, what did the descendant say?”

“That it’s hard to say especially this long after the incident, but chances are that the tarot deck did give me an immortality of some sort.”

“‘Of some sort’?” I repeated.

“Apparently it’s possible that I will die of old age or if my body gets destroyed since so far I haven’t showed signs of the regeneration true immortals have.”

“So the Everlive talk was bullshit at least for some part?”

“Potentially. The magician will send me a messenger when he’s analyzed the data he got off my body and can tell more.”

“So, we can leave then?”

“If we have somewhere else we ought to go, yes.”

“Good. I’m not particularly fond of Livergreen.”

[Sept21] Tribble Month 11: Observations on Livergreen – 7 Deadly Sins

Theme: 7 Deadly Sins.

Optional prompt: His passion rivaled the fire of the sun. by SarcasticCupcake5.

This is a continuation to [Sept21] Tribble Month 10: Effects of a Delivery.

Livergreen… The city of magic of all sorts, legal and illegal.

And, frankly, the only city I have seen in my life where you can see painfully accurate representations of each of the so-called 7 deadly sins with ease. It was nothing like in my home where behavior like what one could see on these streets would make you viewed as a hooligan.

My brother would have thrived here, with that passion that, according to himself, rivaled the fire of the sun.

Too bad that fiery passion got him killed in vain.

At least the guy who got the tarot deck was a decent fellow, so I let Tymon — and Bolotseseg, who wanted to accompany him — go to them alone. In the meantime, I’d watch this strange mixture of a hellhole and a prosperous magical city and archive photos.

[Sept21] Tribble Month 10: Effects of a Delivery

Theme: Magical Mishaps.

Optional prompt: A cursed tarot deck where each card drawn triggers a magical phenomenon related to the card by The-Livewriter.

This is a follow-up to [Sept21] Tribble Month 2021 9: Duplicates.

“Uh, Myrial? Do you have a moment?”
I looked up from my photo collection to see Tymon at my door. “Sure, come on in. And close the door before bugs get in.”
Tymon did as I told and hovered near my table.
“Well? Spit it out.”
“You remember that tarot deck we handled in a shipment the year before last year?”
“The one that used a spell related to the drawn card automatically?”
“Yeah, that one.”
“Definitely. I mean, that’s why Phala still has those scars. The wounds from Seven of Swords never healed.”
Tymon grimaced. “Yeah…”
I frowned. “What about it? Do we have another cursed thing to be delivered?”
“No! It’s… it’s just… I… I drew The Sun out of it when no one could see. I was wondering if it had imprinted on me on pickup and simply lashed out on Phala because of that and when it didn’t give me any ill effects upon drawing a card, I figured that was probably the case.”
“So that’s why you were so insistent on handling it.”
“Partially. That gig was my idea, after all, so I felt responsible.”
I reminisced the meaning of The Sun. “Do you think that may be why you’re now immortal?”
“It’s the number one theory I have. I mean… I’m fairly certain I wasn’t born with it.”
“Well, vitality is a common association with it, so I suppose it could have done that…” I sought out the photo of the damn deck. “Do you want to go meet the magician who uses the deck?”
“They might be able to shed some light on whether or not my current… state was caused by it.”
“Then we’ll set course to Livergreen.”
“Thank you, Myrial.”

[Sept21] Tribble Month 2021 9: Duplicates

Theme: Love is in the Air.

This is a follow-up to [Sept21] Tribble Month 8: An Offending Photo.

“Myrial’s duplication spells are something else, aren’t they?” Bolortseseg giggled.
“They are.” Tymon leaned his head against hers. “I can see a reason why her people are called Archivists by anyone who can’t pronounce Heyiadl properly.”
“Glad you like them.” I piped up, grinning.
The two jumped apart, looking like two teenagers caught doing something unsavory.
“Myrial!” Tymon exclaimed. “I didn’t notice you there.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course you didn’t. You were too busy savoring both the memory brought up by that photo and Bolortseseg’s presence.”
Tymon stuttered something that tried to resemble a protest, but the blush on the pair’s cheeks said more than enough.
I snorted. “Just try not to be too handsy when you’re not certain there’s no one else present.”
They both nodded.
I grinned. “Good. Now carry on, I’ll see myself out.”

[Sept21] Tribble Month 8: An Offending Photo

Challenge: The story must be at least 75% dialogue.

While this is a follow-up to [Sept21] Tribble Month 2021 7: Findings, there is a POV change and a time skip between the two stories. I’m currently planning to do POV cycles, one for each challenge, and potentially keep this TM’s stories as just one – hopefully contained – big story.

In case you’re wondering about how much dialogue this story has, I counted that 24 out of 152 is not dialogue, which makes the dialogue percentage 84.21%.

“You can’t keep that photo!”
“Yes, I can, Ingolf. I outrank you, you filthy traitor! And you bet I will stick it somewhere where everyone can see it!”
“Myrial, please. That’s just petty.”
“Maybe you should’ve thought about that when Tymon ‘died’.”
“I had no idea he’d survive! He wasn’t supposed to survive!”
“Besides, you’re lucky you didn’t get a knife in the stomach for what you did after you returned his vest.”
Ingolf sighed. Of course he sighed. “Look… can we just move on? It’s bad enough as it is.”
“Nope.” I turned to leave the room. “You bet everyone on this ship is going to remember this forever. And now there’s absolutely no way you’ll be able to remove Tymon, ever, because everyone will remember your face when he resurfaced from the ocean, alive and well.”
“Myrial, wait-“
I slammed the door behind me.
Ingolf ran into the door.

[Sept21] Tribble Month 2021 7: Findings

Theme: Into the Dragon’s Lair.

Optional prompt: Amid the sapphire, emerald, and glittering pearl eggs in the nest lay a smaller dull, grey egg. by SarcasticCupcake5.

This is a follow-up to [Sept21] Tribble Month 2021 6: Explanations, Finally.

The rotting, greyed world was a depressing sight Bluberia hadn’t prepared me for. Still, I trudged forward; the scanner told me that there was a concentration of Gemium ahead of me.

In a cave with an entrance littered with bones and growling coming from deep inside.

Still, I was an Everlive. I couldn’t die — hopefully — so I should be fine. If I was going to live forever, I’d better learn to handle pain better.

Into the proverbial dragon’s lair it was. I stepped past the bones into the unknown.

Inside the cave, I was met with sapphire, emerald, and glittering pearl eggs, and among them, a nest with a smaller dull, grey egg. The scanner pointed to the grey egg, indicating that it had a lot of Gemium in it.

Unfortunately, a dragon circled around me and blocked the egg from view.

“What do you want?” the dragon hissed.

“I, um, I…”

“Do you want my egg, too? Or just a plain death wish?”

“No! I’m-I’m looking for the reason for the nature’s state! I was told that it’s probably caused by Gemium. This scanner led me here.” I waved the scanner.

The dragon growled. “You’re one of them.”

“One of who? Um, I probably am not… I fell to the bottom of the ocean and was asked to see what’s going on since it’s probably eco-terrorists and-“

The dragon burst into laughter. “Fool! You are working for eco-terrorists! They’re using you to get their hands on my egg. Gemium doesn’t rot the environment, although oxidized Thes does.”

I had seen oxidized Thes in my scans. “Oh… Shit.”

“Leave and report that. Don’t trust whoever gave you that scanner. And, more importantly, go home.”

“Okay. Will do.”

I ran for the exit.

What the fuck had I gotten myself into?!

[Sept21] Tribble Month 2021 6: Explanations, Finally

Theme: Let’s Eat!

Optional prompt: “After the incident, I never ate another carrot.” by SarcasticCupcake5.

This is a follow-up to [Sept21] Tribble Month 5: A High-Tech Scanner.

“And after that incident, I never ate another carrot,” I concluded the story I had somehow ended up telling. Fortunately, the underwater cuisine did not include carrots — it was basically fish and seaweed and whatnot, as I had expected, although onions had been a surprise — so I did not have to worry about the incident repeating — as if it would have repeated without Ingolf around anyway.

Honestly, in retrospect that fucker had been trying to kill me for a while and I just didn’t realize it.

I’d better get back to the surface and set the records straight as soon as possible.

“So, what exactly is this Everlive stuff you talked about?”

“There are people who will not die to injuries, no matter how grave. They simply wake up after being unconscious after injuries, as if they had come back to life. We call those people Everlives.”

“And you think I’m an Everlive?”

“You survived a severe stabbing you should have died to, did you not, Tymon?”

I thought back to when I had woken up on that boat. “Yeah… I thought that I did die.”

“Yet you woke up.”

“So, in other words, I’m immortal?”


“But if these eco-terrorists attack, I will feel pain and pass out if injured too badly?”

“Correct. But you will not die. You will never die.”

“Okay. Cool.”

I had a bad feeling in my gut that Bluberia was not telling me something, but since I had a fucker to deal with, I needed to get this quest done and then find my way back home somehow.

I mean, what else could I do at this point?

[Sept21] Tribble Month 5: A High-Tech Scanner

Theme: New Technology.

Optional prompt: No one was prepared for the day that the trees left. by NobodysSon.

This is a follow-up to yesterday’s story, [Sept21] Tribble Month 4: The Graying Wheel.

“I’m fairly certain that they are using something with Gemium in it to rot the soil. Take this scanner; it will tell what is affecting the ecosystem.” The fishy person — Bluberia had turned out to be their name — handed me a device I had never seen. “It’s a state-of-the-art device meant for easier analysis of the chemical composition of the area.”
I looked at the scanner. “Okay, cool. How does it work?” And what’s Genium?
“I’ll show you after dinner,” Bluberia promised. They turned to look into the horizon and muttered to themselves, “I hope that regardless of whether or not I’m right about Gemium, you’ll find out what’s wrong. No one was prepared for the day the trees left…”
I pretended not to have heard that.

[Sept21] Tribble Month 4: The Graying Wheel

Theme: The Color Wheel.

Optional prompt: “He dyed his hair after every break up.” by SarcasticCupcake5.

This story is a continuation to [Sept21] Tribble Month 3: Apocalypse or no apocalypse?

“Have a look at this, Everlive.” The fishy person gestured at what looked like a simplified color wheel.
“Everlive?” I repeated.
The fishy person gave me an odd look. “Is that not who you are?”
“Uh… no? My name is Tymon.”
“Oh. I see.” The fishy person turned back to the color wheel. “Let us resume that conversation later. Now, however, have a look at the green area of this wheel. What do you see?”
I squinted at the color wheel. “My color theory is pretty weak, but… that part isn’t supposed to be gray, is it?”
“Exactly. The nature there has been destroyed little by little, and I am certain that someone has been tampering with it to make it look like the apocalypse is coming.”
“But it’s not?”
“No.” The fishy person’s attention turned to a passerby. “Not again…”
I looked at the passerby. “Umm… What’s wrong?”
“See that guy? That’s Blurab. He dyes his hair after every break up. His hair was green, not gray, yesterday.”
Blurab eyed us, looking more confused than heartbroken, but kept walking anyway.

Actually, why were these fishy people walking instead of swimming in this water?

Hmm… No matter.

“Anyway,” the fishy person who had taken me here piped up, “since I don’t know who the eco-terrorists are, I need an outsider to look into it. My advisors insisted on an Everlive in case the apocalypse is really happening — which it isn’t, of course — and you happened to come to our realm.
“O-kay…” I paused, trying to figure out what the hell I was supposed to even say. “If you can shed some light on what exactly is going on and stuff, I’ll look into this matter.”

After all, what else could I still even do?

[Sept21] Tribble Month 3: Apocalypse or no apocalypse?

Theme: Ulterior Motives.

Optional prompt: Just because people don’t believe in the apocalypse doesn’t mean the world is not ending. by bookcrusher.

This story is a follow-up to [Sept21] Tribble Month 2: How could it get worse?

I don’t know what happened between the creature yanking the dagger out and me waking up in a bed — I probably passed out of the pain — but by now I was certain that this could, somehow, get worse.

“Listen, Bluberia, just because people — like you — don’t believe in the apocalypse doesn’t mean the world is not ending,” someone hissed nearby.
I turned my head to look at the source, but instead I only saw a door. And water. Water everywhere. And I was still somehow not drowning.
“Well, people — like you — thinking that the world is ending doesn’t mean that it is ending!” another voice hissed back. “Now excuse me, I have a patient to tend to.”

The door opened and a fishy-looking person came in. “Ah, you’re already awake! I apologize for Burggla’s roughness on the way here; he’s not our gentlest, but he is our most reliable.”
I nodded, puzzled by what was even going on.
“So, you’re probably wondering what is going on.”
I nodded again.
“I need help with dealing with some insurgents. Eco-terrorists, if you will, considering that they’re making the area look like the apocalypse is happening. Come along, and I’ll show you what I’m talking about.”

I had my reservations about what I had overheard, but nevertheless I followed this fishy person, whatever and whoever they were. After all, what else could I even do?