TFTC: The Moons and the Black Orchids

Here we are again friends, upon the precipice of something great, or is it just another episode of “TFTC:The Moons and the Black Orchid”, brought to you by everyone's favourite friend Zamnesia: the only trip advisor I trust… well them and my friend Bob. Last week a full blown siege was just about to start, lots of fighting and bloodshed, let us see what this week has to offer shall we? -)(=-(🌑)-===-(🌒)-===-(🌓)-===-(🌔)-===-(🌕)-===-(🌖)-===-(🌗)-===-(🌘)-===-(🌑)-=)(- They came at the city walls in a rush, little regard for order or battle lines, the only imperative in this operation was to get to the walls as fast as possible, after all it would only take one or two of these men to stop the gates closing. The rescue party rushed for the gates, Atyl threw water behind her in an attempt to slow the rush. It wouldn't be enough, they were too close and it took a while to close the gates, they were massive and needed mechanical operation, the sorte gate would be a diversion that would end in death. They were about to turn until they saw the Stewards guard riding out of the gate with their lances in hand, the horses lined up quickly and then charged. “Lights balls, they are going to finish the job” Aclas breathed, then above the charging horde and thumping hooves came a call from the riders, “Move!!” They rushed to the side calling to the rescue party to follow them to the sorte gate. Half expecting the Stewards Guard to swerve in their direction and follow, they were left in shock as they instead rode straight at the front runners of the horde: against light infantry in a loose formation, even the few cavalry would mow down a horrible number, the war horses being trained and bred to run full speed through people, crushing bones, rending flesh and spreading fear. The group reached the gate and slipped through. They could hear while entering the massive thud of the gates closing, the horsemen were going to die, there was no retreat. The forces of the valley threw themselves at the walls, but the gates were closed, thanks to the sacrifices of the horsemen. It was a massacre, but a short one. Without siege equipment the soldiers just huddled under shields while returning arrow fire, but people behind walls always beat people on the ground, the two Lodes moved to within striking distance, they were shielded by a retinue of Royal guards, they tried to throw fire, but walls don’t burn very well, the gates were stone and Iron, the light shows kept some heads down on the battlements, a few people were blinded, but the efforts were costing them, in Lode energy and in troops. They withdrew after a short fight and settled in for a siege. A day passed until they came back, this time with quickly made ladders from the local forest. “Siege towers would work better”. Aclas said to her sister. “Siege towers from untreated pine? Might as well put your men in a cook pot for us too” It did not come from Atyl, it was a wall guard standing near them who chimed in, they both turned their heads to stare at this old man, he was gnarled with a beard and straggly hair poking out from under a metal skull cap, he held a spear that seemed to be in a mutual learning exchange with the man. “What? We are turning into pompous shits like those folks, am I not allowed to interject?” Aclas’s face screwed up but felt the need to ask “Why?” “Bless ya lass, but you wouldn't know being from the fancy monastery, but the wood is sap heavy, it will be supple, not good for making rigid towers, also the sap when it lights burns dirty, chokes you to breathe. Mind you, ladders made from the same stuff will be a ball ache to climb. Poor bastards.” They stared at him a second longer, then it was killing time. The Guard was correct, the ladders were poor, it was a slaughter on both sides as the lack of numbers meant that a few places on the wall got breached, but the twins were soon there to drive them back and set fire to the ladder. It was another three days before something else happened, the two lodes walked out of camp, then knelt in the dirt, they each took the knife from their belt and stuck it in the ground hilt in the air. They just sat there and watched the walls, the wall guards got the twins to come and take a look. They stood at the top of the gate house watching them, confused by the scene, then a familiar voice piped up, it was the guard from the attack “looks like they want a fight”. Everyone looked at him, it appeared his thoughts on siege tools had become a rumour, some of the guards looked at him with awe at being able to divine meaning from these things. “How would you know that?” Aclas asked with suspicion that he is more that he appears. “Well young lady, it is because I am a living God, thousands of years old, birthed from the mountains themselves.” Everyone stopped who was within hearing distance, only the wind could be heard whispering to people, almost a divine sign of his potency. Then he broke the silence with a loud shout, almost like he had hit his toe “Ahhhhhahahahahaha”, he continued laughing holding on to his spear for support as tears ran down his face. “Is he the god of laughter?” Atyl asked in a dry sarcastic way, Aclas lost it and joined the man in great rolls of laughter as she tried to explain what her sister had said. Everyone else was laughing now, some of them were relieved that no divine punishment had happened while laughing. “So wait, you aren’t a God?” A young guardsman asked him, a little confusing on his face. “No lad, I just couldn't help myself.” “Then how do you know what they are doing?” Asked Atyl through Aclas, he looked straight at Atyl and said “what the hell else is she doing? They came here to kill us, they have stuck the daggers in the dirt which is either a signal for what they want to do to you or saying no weapons in a straight fight”. “How did you know it was my sister who…” “I opened my eyes, you two always look at each other when speaking, and you can see your throat moving as though you are talking to yourself, it isn’t a divine gift, just years of watching the world.” The twins looked at each other, all eyes were on them as the guards' idea was the best one they had to work with. “Shall we?” Atyl said through their bond, “let us not keep them waiting” her sister replied. They walked down the killing field, it was covered in scorch burns, the blood had mixed with the water, dried and been absorbed by the earth, it had created a pattern of dark spots that decreased in frequency the further you got from the walls, as though the walls had exploded with blood As they walked closer, the two Lodes who were kneeling stood and walked towards them, around 20 paces away they all stopped, it felt like a good distance, pretty much the spot that they had met on the first day. “Cover me and I will try to get close, one good kick to the face should put them down” Aclas said through the link, the two before them appeared to be making plans as well as they spoke quietly together. “Look around for another ambush” Atyl said, but the surrounding area looks unprepared, which anyone would understand is what an ambush should look like. Aclas adjusted her stance to give her the best start in moving. Atyl did the same, flexing her fingers and feeling the pull of the water nearby, they had used the foray gate to refill the barrels and buckets. With a single twitching move it happened, everyone moved, fire blossomed towards them, a wave obscuring vision, the wall of water slammed closed in front of them bursting into steam as it met the fire, the steam rushed forward and met a wall of fire, then there was a battle of forces, a war of wills, fire pushed against steam and water, it looked like Atyl was winning as her force moved slowly towards the Fire Lode. Aclas darted to her left, right in time to avoid a beam of light directed at her, she ran in a spiral closing in on the Light Lode, she noticed that the feeling of searing light heat was no longer following her, it had been a ruse, the knew what she would try, the Light Lode had ran forward and to the side, letting her flank Atyl, she would be blind sided (pun intended). Aclas dropped low, herr left foot out to slow, right tucked under to pounce in the other direction, right hand keeping balance close to the ground, she leapt forward, speeding through the air, the audacity to turn their back on her irked, she connected with the light lode as she was lifting her hand, she was catapulted forward with a kick to the back, she tumbled but managed to sprawl and get into a crouch. The fight paused, all looking at her, surprised by her immense speed. “Rush them, we have…” Atyl had begun to speak through the link, urgency in her voice. “We can hear you, how do you both do that?” It was the Light Lode speaking. Everyone froze, “you can hear me?” “Yes”, said the Fire Lode, “Can’t everyone… oh wait, you didn’t move your lips.” “Can you only speak to Lodes” Aclas asked. “We have rarely been apart, have you noticed me talking to anyone else?” Atyl mocked. “Point taken, is it just Lodes?” “Again, how am I supposed to know? This is our first opportunity to knowingly meet one.” “Food for thought, but first…” Aclas leapt forward again. The battle continued. They fought for a few hours, until each of them was barely standing. It was a stalemate. Over the next week there was slaughter, another two poorly planned attacks barely beaten with a hasty defense. Twice more the Lodes met to fight, same outcome each time. Soon there were no more attempts to scale the walls, just the Lodes battling it out, desperate for any advantage to break the deadlock. It had been around 40 days since they had arrived and spring was in full swing, watered with the blood of death and slaughter. -)(=-(🌑)-===-(🌒)-===-(🌓)-===-(🌔)-===-(🌕)-===-(🌖)-===-(🌗)-===-(🌘)-===-(🌑)-=)(- Feels like this has been rushed, however this closet is boring and the show fills the time till the feeling comes back in my feet. Glad you could spend some time with us, thanks to Zamnesia, they are the one stop holiday trip shop. Check them out and find yourself another place of happiness in this crappy world. Until next time, friends, keep moving forward. -)(=-(🌑)-===-(🌒)-===-(🌓)-===-(🌔)-===-(🌕)-===-(🌖)-===-(🌗)-===-(🌘)-===-(🌑)-=)(- 🔬🌱ZAMNESIA SEEDS - BLACK ORCHID🌱🔬 Parents - Gelato x OG Kush x Ruderalis Genetics - Indica-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 9-10 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 17% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 110cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 50-100 gr/plant Sex - Feminized -)(=-(🌑)-===-(🌒)-===-(🌓)-===-(🌔)-===-(🌕)-===-(🌖)-===-(🌗)-===-(🌘)-===-(🌑)-=)(- Notes: Cannot believe I am here at this point! Yes they are dead! Their remains are hanging in my cupboard. Harvest is always a bit of a hard one, feels like the work is done but really you have only finished the second event in a triathlon. Some might argue the most important part is to come.

It appears my friends, that this is the last installment of our adventure, we have enjoyed our time with you and hope the feeling is mutual, it isn't? Just got deja vu from junior prom. Thank you Zamnesia for providing a journey for all of us, it has been a long journey, but we are happy it is soon over and the writers can get on to something else. So, for the last time, “TFTC: The Moons and the Black Orchids”. -)(=-(🌑)-===-(🌒)-===-(🌓)-===-(🌔)-===-(🌕)-===-(🌖)-===-(🌗)-===-(🌘)-===-(🌑)-=)(- “Your friends are back for another game of slaps” the yell came from the same old guardsman, who despite all the casualties had refused to die, he did now sport a very fashionable dirty bandage poking out from under his helm. Atyl and Aclas arrived at the top of the gatehouse to take a look and scan around for ambushes. “We could be doing something far more productive than this, it is getting a bit old” Aclas said. “You ain;t the only one, I should be getting the planting done, all this nonsense seems to have fed the soil, can’t wait to get growing, things are just exploding to life this year” the guardsman mused. “Ask the old goat what he is talking about?” asked Atyl with a bit of impatience. “Yeah, my sister wants to know what you are talking about, make it quick please, we have a prior engagement we are late for”. “Look at the ground, the killing field is the place we grow near the city, the land is easily cleared and you need flat earth for both. That out there, is more fertile than I have ever seen a patch of land out there.” “Well that was a waste of time” the twins said to each other. THey walked out of the gates again, they walked slowly, giving them time to appreciate the new shoots and leaves, the early spring flowers, the smell of things growing. Soon however they were there. “Shall we just get one with it?” The Light Lode said, her clothes now worn and tattered from the harsh conditions. “Wait!” Aclas interjected as they were getting to their feet.”Why are you doing this?” They looked at each other and then answered “because our king commanded it”. “Your who who is where?” Atyl asked in a mocking tone. “Do you not… oh you don’t have a king.” The retort came from the fire Lode, she feined shock and apology. They were speaking in the bond they all seemed to have, the light lode’s hand slowly moved into the ready position, in response Aclas moved into a better stance using a look behind her to cover the movement. “Just wait!” There were sighs all round from all of the Lodes. “Can’t get it out of my head.” Said Atyl with frustration. “What?” Everyone asked, attention fully on her now. “The old Goat.” She exclaimed, and they responded with “What?” again. “Oh, the old guardsman, why do you call him… never mind. What can’t you get out of your head?” Atyl looked around for a few seconds, looking at the walls, looking at the camp, looking at the ground between, a vibrant green of new shoots and growth. “What if we got it all wrong? We think of ourselves as weapons, all because people tell us we are, most of the soldiers in the fighting are farmers and craftsmen, but right now they are soldiers just because someone told them they were. Where even are the people who started this? So far of war, all I have seen is that people will sacrifice anything or anyone for greed, and greed for what?” “You have a lush mountain valley here, we could do with the food and the minerals”. The light lode tried to add logic to the discussion, it was a faulty logic. “This place was barren before you arrived.” Aclas explained “we struggle for food normally”. “But it is so green.” The Fire Lode protested. “THats what the old goat said, normally it is barren, but he said since we have been fighting the soil is rejuvenated. Maybe we should be asking a farmer how to feed people instead of a bureaucrat”. This last statement sent dominos toppling in peoples heads, it was like all four of them came to the same realization. When an idea comes to your mind, something that makes you rethink your whole outlook, your whole life's decisions up till that point, you have little energy to do anything other than to think more on that thought. Each combatant left without a single move in anger. The next day, they met again, but this time there was no dagger stuck in the ground, instead there was a sack. The two rose from their kneeling position and began walking away, the sack left behind. Aclas opened it and saw the head of the King of the Lilies. “Wait!” Aclas yelled, “Work with us.” “We are different people, you have a truce, not a victory” said the Fire Lode. “No you dunce, work with us, if we have the power to help people, let us work together and accomplish more than we could apart.” The laws of dialectics point out that the only way to finish an idea is when we forget it, but if you work continually on every thesis, using antithesis to synthesize a more correct idea, then you will continually uncover more and more as you refine an idea into action and truth. So it was formed, with blood, fire, light and water, a new order was born, any Lode would be educated in each monastery around the land, then they spent their energy helping the land instead of being used as pawns to massacre people who don’t even want to play the game. The sisters gave everything they had, they gave of themselves to the people, bringing unity to the land for a time. Nothing is permanent. -)(=-(🌑)-===-(🌒)-===-(🌓)-===-(🌔)-===-(🌕)-===-(🌖)-===-(🌗)-===-(🌘)-===-(🌑)-=)(- Nothing is permanent, it should be the one lesson you are taught in school. Well people of the Ganja globe it is over and we have little to show for it aside from hazy memories, but from my experience that is not always a bad thing. Thank you Zamnesia for the seeds, i do recommend surfing the waves of the internet and taking a look. The store makes me feel like a kid going into a candy store. Most importantly, thank you viewers, I appreciate your patience and support. Until the next story, just be you without apology. -)(=-(🌑)-===-(🌒)-===-(🌓)-===-(🌔)-===-(🌕)-===-(🌖)-===-(🌗)-===-(🌘)-===-(🌑)-=)(- 🔬🌱ZAMNESIA SEEDS - BLACK ORCHID🌱🔬 Parents - Gelato x OG Kush x Ruderalis Genetics - Indica-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 9-10 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 17% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 110cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 50-100 gr/plant Sex - Feminized -)(=-(🌑)-===-(🌒)-===-(🌓)-===-(🌔)-===-(🌕)-===-(🌖)-===-(🌗)-===-(🌘)-===-(🌑)-=)(- Notes: yeah that happened. Same lessons learned as the cough, it is a process of learning and mastering, then to realize when you master the subject, that you in fact know very little. The smell and taste of this, I need to state this multiple times, is just weird, which is good, weird is always my favorite, however, not a recreational toke unless you like to go cave diving, some very interesting conversations were had with myself on this stuff.