TFTC: The Moons and the Black Orchids

Welcome travelers of the tripping type. We are here once again for another episode of “TFTC: The Moons and the Black Orchids”, brought to you by your friends at Zamnesia who, for some reason, have stuck with me and my utter irresponsible lifestyle. Now friends, put your feet up, relax, light up and let us enjoy this week's episode. Currently having issues, with uploading emojis, sorry folks, will wait one day or so before I go back and edit if GD hasn't fixed it. -)(=-(🌑)-===-(🌒)-===-(🌓)-===-(🌔)-===-(🌕)-===-(🌖)-===-(🌗)-===-(🌘)-===-(🌑)-=)(- They prepared for an event that was not yet apparent, preparing for anything and everything. The kind of stress that uncertainty gives a body of people became apparent, the tension was palpable, like tight cords squeezing everyone together. It took its toll, people were in a frenzy of activity, doing any job they could think of, the important and less important, someone even got around to cleaning the old arch priests rooms. You often find that a constant amount of stress makes you do anything that will distract you from the uncertain reality you live in. Then it happened one day, at sunrise a lookout came rushing through the city's main gate house, an army was half the day behind them, a host of the valley people with a train of wagons to help support them. The valley lilies were coming to finish the job, to wipe out the Black orchids. It was like a wave of activity, everyone jumping into positions and seeing to the defences: gathering the last of the food they could, making sure the weapons were at the ready, gathering everyone behind the walls etc. There was no real army in the city, with the requirements for survival being so demanding up this high in the mountains, most work was dedicated to subsistence, relying on the natural barrier between the small city and the outside world to protect them. For a while it had, but today was not a day for regrets, for when the time for action arrives, the time for preparation has passed. People had made makeshift armour and weapons, they lined the walls, everyone from men to women and youths barely able to lift the rocks lying in piles on top of the walls. Yes they could just open the gate and let the invaders in, the invaders might be kind, they might be better than previous rulers from their own people. However, what sort of people would they be if they just gave up with zero fight, what would future generations think of them if they gave up what was theirs with zero intent to save it, what would they inherit? A place under someone's foot, nothing to call their own? They stood, they stood and stared as the host came into sight under a noonday sun. There must have been a thousand warriors and at least that again in the baggage train. Ahead of them was their King on a palanquin of lilies made of silver and gold, he was flanked by two slender people wearing veils and robes, they must be Lodes as that is what this people dressed them in… where did they get two? Lodes were rare, they also for whatever reason they do not play well together. Outside of the Lode’s there were twenty Royal Guards surrounding them. They marched to within bow shot. Something happened that they did not expect, the Steward made an appearance; he had been less than popular as rumours had circulated about his duplicity. He was on his black steed with a retinue of house guards around him, he approached the gates and demanded them to open so he could parlay with the invaders. The twins looked at each other… not on their life would he be going without them, so they descended the stairs as the gate guards began wilting under his constant barrage of insults about them and members of their family. “Thanks gents, we will escort the steward to his meeting.”Aclas called out to the guards as she flanked the steward, his guards were surprised and almost drew their weapons until she grabbed the reins of the horse and smiled at them, then they noticed Atyl, she just winked at them as the blood fled their features. “I do not remember you having authority over me!” The steward said in a commanding tone. “Don’t remember ever giving a shit for authority, as you can see it is easy to take, now, shut up and we will do the talking to your friends.” He was dumb founded, his mouth hung open but Aclas paid no attention, she just walked out of the gates leading his horse, and so the two sides met to discuss terms. The start of something had happened, it was a moment which could shape the future, if there was a future to be shaped. -)(=-(🌑)-===-(🌒)-===-(🌓)-===-(🌔)-===-(🌕)-===-(🌖)-===-(🌗)-===-(🌘)-===-(🌑)-=)(- It appears our time is over, thanks once again to Zamnesia, a company who I can spell the name of better than my own. It feels that things in our story are speeding up, almost as though the writers are bad at pacing a story, much like GoT when the first 7 seasons covered only about 4 or 5 years, then the last season of 3 episodes covered the same length of time… I think in the future this will be called whiplash. Until next time, friend, take care. -)(=-(🌑)-===-(🌒)-===-(🌓)-===-(🌔)-===-(🌕)-===-(🌖)-===-(🌗)-===-(🌘)-===-(🌑)-=)(- 🔬🌱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 it is okay, I was on holiday and my friend was watching the plants for me. The first night the fan manages to tear itself free and jump on to the twins, nothing broken, just mangled, they made it though, so the story goes on.