TFTC: The Moons and the Black Orchids

Once again we find ourselves together in this cupboard, here to enjoy “TFTC: The Moons and the Black Orchids” and, each other's company, thanks to Zamnesia for making the path to here a lot easier for all of us. Last episode we saw the Light army appear, we were left just as they were going to meet under a flag of parlay, let us join them once again and see where this meeting will go. -)(=-(🌑)-===-(🌒)-===-(🌓)-===-(🌔)-===-(🌕)-===-(🌖)-===-(🌗)-===-(🌘)-===-(🌑)-=)(- A cold wind blew over the mountain valley, pulling dust and debris over the path in front of each party, they progressed towards one another, both of them looking for possible ambush. They met in the middle, there were uneasy stares were directed at the twins, everyone was on edge, poised for the possibility of conflict. “Ah, greetings, high steward.” The King on his palanquin called out to them, he was trying to ignore the twins flanking him. “Have you come to satisfy the terms of our arrangement?” He said this in a more conspiratorial tone and volume, as though his words were a secret others outside of the meeting were not allowed to hear. “Yes your highness I have” As he spoke Aclas led the horse in a circle, not to do anything other than be petty by making the steward look silly as he constantly craned his neck to speak directly to the king. This act appeared to annoy them both the Steward and the King. Using the horse as a shield for the motion, the steward raised his foot out of the stirrup to kick Aclas, she deftly caught the blow in her hand and with a quick jerk of her wrist a popping noise came from his ankle. The steward's face went red as he held the pain in. Facing the King again it was Aclas’s turn to speak. “I think you will find young sir, that whatever arrangement you made was nothing more than hubris by the part of this, person.” She said it with a matter of fact expression and tone. “The city is not yours, it never will be, take your army home and save the blood shed.” There was a second of silence, in which the king and steward nodded to one another. Then all hell broke loose as both sets of guards pulled weapons, archers appeared from craggy rocks and drew their bows, everyone's focus was on the twins. Atyl was not surprised, she pulled water from barrels and water holes they had placed around to aid defence and raised a barrier of water to block arrows. Aclas smacked the horse on the rump and it sped towards the king, the subsequent arrow fire was muted by the swirling water barrier, however the Stewards horse had rode through it, there was a thud as he fell to the dirt with an arrow sprouting from his neck, friendly fire is always an oxymoron. Atyl maintained the shield as Aclas rounded on the guards. She quickly jumped at the first one using her foot to deflect his sword, using the motion to spin her body so the other foot could lash out and catch the side of his head, there was a crack of vertebrae being pushed beyond it’s limits, his body collapsed onto the ground lifeless. As Aclas landed she used it to dip under a sword swipe directed at her neck, continuing to spin and take her attackers feet from beneath them, then used knife hand to destroy the throat. Another swung down at her, she pivoted into him ducking under the arc of the sword and used his strength to throw him over her shoulder and onto the dirt, using him as a shield she took the time to rip his carotid artery out with her teeth. Blood went everywhere. She stood up still with flesh in her teeth and faced the rest of the guards as blood dripped to the ground. They all froze. When you are facing multiple opponents there are a few key rules: attack first, attack fast, stay moving, also, do something so utterly terrifying that each of the other attackers will rethink every life choice that led them to this point, be a bigger monster than they would ever want to face. It worked, the rest of the guards backed away and then began running. Aclas turned to see her twin’s shield absorb the incoming arrows, it was no more than child's play from all the effort it apparently caused her. Then a glow began radiating through the shield of water. “That is not me” Atyl spoke through their bond in a worried and confused tone. The light was blinding, as though the sun's radiance had been intensified, then the heat hit the shield and in a puff of vapour it evaporated. Aclas ran as fast as she could towards her sister, the archers were reloading and drawing their bows, she leapt as the thrum of bow strings sounded around them. They clattered to the ground with the whistle of arrows all around them. They sucked in dusty breath and gained a crouching position. “Time to leave” Said Atyl, “We are in a poor position and their Lodes will make life difficult for us”. “We will need to move across some open ground, dodging an arrow is easy, dodging twelve and two angry loads will be impossible” Aclas hastily whispered, hoping that the enemy couldn't hear them. They were behind a crag of rocks, taking advantage of what scant protection there was available on the killing field outside of the city walls. More arrows whistled overhead, it sounded like the archers were keeping up a sustained barrage, the situation was a bad one, they were pinned down and facing superior numbers. Then Atyl made a few gestures pulling water out of a nearby bucket and launching it at an archer sneaking round to incircle them, as that one fell gurgling from a bucket of water trying to fit down his throat another came into view, bow drawn and pointing at her sisters back, an easy kill shot at this short range. Thunk, the archer went down with an arrow sprouting from their neck, the bow released its arrow in an uncontrolled way causing the arrow to hit the dirt near them. They looked back in the direction it had come from, there they both saw a sortie of around 20 guards coming from the city, bows in hand, loosing arrows at the archers. Aclas decided to risk a peak over the rocks, there she saw the king and his retinue were retreating from the field, the archers fighting a rear-guard action, they could hear the king screaming at his two Lodes for the missed opportunity. With the opposition party in full retreat, they ran for the city walls and the rescue party. Behind them they could hear the trumpets, sounding the advance. They would try and rush the gates hoping they wouldn’t close in time, a move of a general either desperate for a quick end, or confident in their numbers to risk men. -)(=-(🌑)-===-(🌒)-===-(🌓)-===-(🌔)-===-(🌕)-===-(🌖)-===-(🌗)-===-(🌘)-===-(🌑)-=)(- It appears we have an old fashioned ambush. One important lesson to learn in life; rules only matter if you are not powerful enough to cast them aside, others will if they feel they can get away with it. Thank you Zamnesia for the wonderful seeds, they go above and beyond to give you and I the best options for our journeys in life. Till next time friend, keep your eyes open and your joint lit. -)(=-(🌑)-===-(🌒)-===-(🌓)-===-(🌔)-===-(🌕)-===-(🌖)-===-(🌗)-===-(🌘)-===-(🌑)-=)(- 🔬🌱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: Last of bloom means starvation for the knife, like a model skipping food in exchange for water and tissue paper, this growth is now on the same diet pretty much. They are doing well, smell nice and look decent.