TFTC: The Moons and the Black Orchids

Welcome weed wanderers, welcome back to the cupboard where stories are born. Take a seat round the fire and light up. We would like to thank Zamnesia for the seeds, they are proving to be a lot of fun in the cupboard, they are also doing very well despite adversity, so go get yourself some seeds and use code: ZAMMIGD2023 to get a regal discount. Let us join this week's episode of “TFTC The Moons and the Black Orchids” where we stand on the edge of a cliff awaiting the outcome of last episode. [)>=<(🌑)>===<(🌒)>===<(🌓)>===<(🌔)>===<(🌕)>===<(🌖)>===<(🌗)>===<(🌘)>===<(🌑)>=<(] The bolt (crossbows fire bolts or quarrels not arrows, just incase you were wondering), sped towards Aclas, the smarter choice of targets as she posed the immediate threat:being strong and fast, however the very qualities that he had hoped to eliminate were the ones that saved her life, she saw the aim of the crossbow, the trajectory it would take, using this she swept to the side whilst using her palm to deflect its flight. There was a wet thudding noise, the sort you get when you stab meat with a sharp object, in the silence of the room it sounded like thunder, all eyes then followed to see where lightning had struck. The oracle stood there, a look of resignation in her eyes, no expression of surprise or horror, just the look of someone resigned to their fate. There was a swish of fabric as people moved in shock as the oracle dropped with the bolt in her heart. Violence broke out immediately, not the sort that you would normally expect, where people would stand swords distance apart taking the measure of the opponent, looking for the perfect time to strike. They were in a relatively small room, usually used for small gatherings of between five and ten people, not thirty. In these moments where space is a premium you will often find that time is also of the same premium, it isn’t often the smartest or best trained who win, but the fast and the strong, the fighting immediately took on the form of a brutal mele; people used any weapon they had, often resorting to knives, fists, knees, elbows and teeth. It was bloody from the start, no room for practice ground tactics. THe twins were stunned for a second seeing their mother figure die before their eyes, within that time one noble had already died trying to put a knife into another, so focused on using the knife he had not sorted his footing and went down with the other on top, using his weight and one arm to push the knife to the ground, he used the other hand to quickly plant his thumb as deep as he could into the pinned man's eye, he just kept pushing until resistance turned into mindless twitching. Fights broke out all around them, Atyl felt a shift in energy, instinct told her that something was drawing elements, the lamps flickered, she drew all the wine and water in the room towards her, it ran across the floor following her pull, she looked at the archpriest, he had a maniacal look on his face, lit in the darkening room by a fire between his hands, he was a flame lode. Their power met in the middle, fire canceled out by water in a puff of steam that had another tow nobles crawling on the floor scorched by the cloud. A Cleric saw the contest and finished strangling his downed opponent using his chain which heald his symbols of office, one last jerk and a twist created a popping noise. He then grabbed the nobles knife and scurried to within lunging distance of Aclas, as his legs began to drive into the ground and propel himself forward he met a shin to the nose, sounds silly, but you quickly learn that a foot is comprised of lots of small bones, all easy to break, a shin is a solid pole of bone. The combination of the pressures propelling him forward, with the sudden force of the kick sending his head backwards created a crunching noise as his spine bent in ways they were never meant for, his body flipped onto its back and he never moved. Realizing the threat Acals moved around Atyl grappling and hitting anything that tried to disrupt her sister. Atyl drew the steam to her now, it had cooled to water vapor, but was still water, the lamps were now only giving off a very low light, most of them having been extinguished, no candle on the table or mantle was still lit, barely any source for him to draw from, she stretched out her finger and a jet of vapor swarmed the Priest, it then filled his lungs. There was a path clear between her and the priest, so she leapt over the table and kicked him in the chest, shattering ribs in the process, all the time leaving the vapor in his lungs to suffocate him. It had only taken a few moments, not even a minute and the fight was over. A priest, a cleric and two nobles had surrendered; only ten of the congregation that joined the twins survived. They kneeled next to the dead oracle, tears forming in their eyes, a pain that no person wished to understand formed in Acals chest, it burned but no water could put out this fire, it was agony to know she had killed her mother. “I feel this is a lesson to us sister”, The voice of Atyl rang in her head. “Fuck off with lessons, do you not feel the pain too?” She replied with hot anger. “Yes, I feel it and you know this, we can feel it together, but strong emotion does not mean we cannot learn, it simply means that the lessons we are taught stay with us longer.” “Then what fucking lesson do we learn now that will be of any use?” “This world and these people are fragile, one turn of our hand may save us, but doom another, maybe even an entire people or race. We will do better, we will do it for the Oracle.” She nodded, Atyl rested a hand on her sister as she sobbed for a minute uncontrollably, the prisoners were escorted out and confined. After a time, once the tears stopped, Acals said “one escaped.” “How do you…” “The first noise of fabric moving was too heavy for clothing, sounded like a tapestry, there was then a click after that like the sound of a door shutting.” It did not take too long after they knew where to look, they found the hidden door behind a wall hanging, it opened easily enough when Aclas applied her anger to it via her foot. “Some sort of Bolt hole.” Acals thought. “Yes, but only a priest would use it… or…” They both said “very wealthy noble or king”. [)>=<(🌑)>===<(🌒)>===<(🌓)>===<(🌔)>===<(🌕)>===<(🌖)>===<(🌗)>===<(🌘)>===<(🌑)>=<(] The plot it would seem thickens, it is as though we are in some sort of crappy computer game and the boss fights will just get harder as the scope of setting gets opened up to the audience one step at a time. Anyway, thank you for joining us and do not forget to check out the seeds at Zamnesia.com. Farewell traveler and may safety shield you on your way, until next episode, godspeed. [)>=<(🌑)>===<(🌒)>===<(🌓)>===<(🌔)>===<(🌕)>===<(🌖)>===<(🌗)>===<(🌘)>===<(🌑)>=<(] 🔬🌱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 flowers are progressing and shit is fun. Considering the summer heat, the flies, my bad watering practices this run and everything else it has been through, these seeds are not too bad. Honestly I thought I had killed one of them early on, but the little plant just fought back. Water is going up in quantity and a little less frequently. PH levels are good, feeding is good but looking to stop in a few weeks, still spraying the root zone with Cannacure, there are only a few flies, but the moment you stop it will turn into thousands and you will lose the plant. Will try to write more next week, right now I am back from holiday to go to a remote job where I get an hour in the house a day, so things are hectic. Thank you for tuning in, let me know if you have any questions or suggestions, lots of Love from the cupboard.