TFTC: The Moons and the Black Orchids

Welcome adventurers, come sit with me a while and rest your weary soul, the fire is warm and the kettle has boiled, spark up and relax as it is time for another episode of “TFTC: The Moons and the Black Orchids”, brought to you in partnership with Zamnesia, your friend for an alternative lifestyle. Last week there was drama in the tunnels as traps were laid for our heroic twins, so let us join them again and find out what is in store for our favourite flowers. [)>=<(🌑)>===<(🌒)>===<(🌓)>===<(🌔)>===<(🌕)>===<(🌖)>===<(🌗)>===<(🌘)>===<(🌑)>=<(] The torrent carried them until it came to a stop, as the corridor swiftly filled the twins struggled to reach its surface, a temporary delay as the air remaining was pushed out of the tunnel by the encroaching water. The corridor was now pitch black as the water had doused any flame that produced light. Aclas struggled to find any source of familiarity, she strained to hear her sister, but the torrent which had pushed her wa s a wall of noise as more water rushed in from above. It was like night and day. One minute he Aclas was treading water, the next she fell to the wet ground, she fumbled in the mud and managed to stand upright, then felt the familiar presence of Atyl, “Sun's burning rays!!” she cursed when she got to her feet. “Shhh, conserve air, breath slowly” Atly replied to her mind, “we need enough air to find our way out, I can push the water away but I cannot create air”. “Can you make light from the moon?” Aclas asked in her mind, “no, I cannot see or access the moon while we are this far underground.” “Which way?” Aclas asked a simple enough question, however with all the turbulence of the water it was impossible to decide which way was the the way they came from, they also had no idea where the tunnels went or how far they stretched on for. “I do not know”, Atyl pondered softly. Then with surety Aclas said “ah easy, this way!” “Conserve air!” Atyl rebuked, “also how are you s… ah the noise of the water!” She had realized that they would be pushed away from the water's entry, so the opposite side of the noise was the way to the door, so they began walking steadily away from the noise that was rapidly subsiding as the tunnel filled to the top. They eventually reached the stairs and went up them, returning to the room where they had battled the High Priest and his acolytes, no one remained, the bodies had been taken away now but the red stains were still there as a gory reminder of the night's cost. They both knelt down and touched the blood, still wet but soaking into the floorboards now. Atyl collapsed into a seating position on the floor, Aclas noticed she was sweating a lot and looked to have run several miles at a hard pace. “What is wrong sister?” She inquired gently, worried that something had harmed her. “Nothing, it is the power required to keep the water from us in the tunnel, moving water takes effort, pushing an entire tunnel off of us was the most exhausting thing I have ever done.” Aclas sat with her and held her hand, “what now? We have lost our lead?” “Not so” replied Atyl, “I am pretty sure I know where that water came from but we will need to go now so we can be sure, otherwise they might refill the reservoir”. “Are you fit to move?” Aclas asked with genuine concern, standing and pulling her sister's hand to help her up. “I will be fine” Muddy and wet they walked out of the temple, a number of people gawked at them, it was obvious that news had spread, there was a combination on reverence and holy fervour in people's eyes, without the high priest and oracle, it would appear that religious leadership was now rested at the foot of the twins. They left the Temple, Atyl seemed to be doing a lot better now, she led Aclas out of the temple and around its wall, for a while they walked, the light of the moon seeming to be even brighter on the path they trod. Eventually Aclas stopped “that window is the stain glass window from the High Priests chambers, that there would be where the stairs go down, the tunnel ran perpendicular to the wall, so it would have gone that way”. Aclas was catching on now, she could see the logic. “We walked 213 steps until the scorpion and then it was likely another 40 to the water, meaning our quarry would have taken stairs up to that building there.” “There is a lake of water in the private gardens, I can feel the pull from it, but fainter than I have felt before.” “Then the quarry we seek is likely to be a resident of this building, it is unlikely anyone but the family living in that mansion would know about the bolt holes.” “It is a palace, the palace of…” They both said it together as realization dawned on them “... of the City Stewards, the Azkaz” The most powerful family in the entire kingdom. [)>=<(🌑)>===<(🌒)>===<(🌓)>===<(🌔)>===<(🌕)>===<(🌖)>===<(🌗)>===<(🌘)>===<(🌑)>=<(] More twists have befallen our heroic twins, almost like a computer game of TV series where they set a powerful foe against the heroes, a foe that seems impossible to defeat, but alas, after defeating them they find an even more powerful one. It is as though the writers want to keep the show going for more than 10 episodes, but that would be crazy no one produces great entertainment these days with more than ten episodes a season, well on Jobbie network we do… really? Who wrote this shit? Feels like family fortunes got inseminated by Bob Barker's frozen sperm and the baby wrote the tag lines, I can smell the cheese melting under peoples scrutiny. Anyway, thank you to Zamnesia, these seeds are fun, even though reading some of this is not. If you wish to have epic adventures in your grow room then visit Zamnesia and use code:ZAMMIGD2023 to help you on your way. Until next week, so long traveller, be well and ganja speed. [)>=<(🌑)>===<(🌒)>===<(🌓)>===<(🌔)>===<(🌕)>===<(🌖)>===<(🌗)>===<(🌘)>===<(🌑)>=<(] 🔬🌱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: Things are going really well, the plants are not as big as I had wished them to be, however, we can easily put that down to me trying to sort my shit out, at the end of the day I do try but I am still learning, also I am often really busy trying to earn money doing my job, fulfilling social responsibilities and most importantly spending time with loved ones. Exciting news, I actually spent money and got a new tent, yeah, look at me go. The issue I face and sure many other closet growers face is that we grow in secret, no one must know, as a the great philosopher Gadalf once said “keep it secret, keep it safe”. So what ends up happening is that you try to find a tent that fits, this is not easy, my cupboard is not that big, but luckily I found a pretty cool one and wow, when I took the old one out it was in some state, I love my cats so much ut fuck you for using it as a climbing frame, the door was open for five seconds! Anyway, we say goodbye to Jobbies Monster, it has been amazing as this was the first tent I bought. Apart from that, things are good, I love that one of the plants is in a crescent shape, taking them off nitrogen as we are now hitting what should be the middle of the grow, I am hoping to harvest either right before or right after my holiday.