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== Is There Anyone Out There? == | == Is There Anyone Out There? == | ||
<blockquote>''"This far into the jungle, they're unlikely to be citizens of the Presbyterate. They won't respond to Presbyterate passphrases. But perhaps you can make yourself understood."<ref name="flint" />''</blockquote>Civilization in the Bleeding Forest is rare, as one would expect considering all of the above, but a few isolated settlements are known. The jungle is remote enough that most people living here are not citizens of the [[Presbyterate]].<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"This far into the jungle, they're unlikely to be citizens of the Presbyterate."''</ref> The '''Village-Fruit''' is a giant, gall-covered fruit<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"A gall-ridden fruit hangs from the biggest bough of the biggest tree. Villagers in woven gall-fibre watch you warily from the fruit's hollows."''</ref> inhabited by the (predictably named) '''Fruit-Dwellers''',<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"It tells you what you need to know, [...] to turn aside the spears of the Fruit-Dwellers."''</ref> who love to read,<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"The villagers disdain the shiny, the tasty and the squishy. They are delighted, however, to see that you have a stack of emergency penny-dreadful serials tucked away in your luggage."''</ref> and who communicate in a mixture of English, Latin, and the Presbyterate languages.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"She speaks to you courteously, though, in a peculiar melange of English, Latin, and the Presbyterate languages."''</ref> The '''House of the Map''' is a run-down shack filled to the brim with paintings of the Elder Continent,<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"A shack stands by a stream. A lamp glows in the window. The door stands ajar. Within, the walls are crowded with paintings – views of the forest, of the Mountain. The shelves are filled with flaming, brilliant pigments. The air is choked with colour."''</ref> but its owner has shriveled to coal | <blockquote>''"This far into the jungle, they're unlikely to be citizens of the Presbyterate. They won't respond to Presbyterate passphrases. But perhaps you can make yourself understood."<ref name="flint" />''</blockquote>Civilization in the Bleeding Forest is rare, as one would expect considering all of the above, but a few isolated settlements are known. The jungle is remote enough that most people living here are not citizens of the [[Presbyterate]].<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"This far into the jungle, they're unlikely to be citizens of the Presbyterate."''</ref> The '''Village-Fruit''' is a giant, gall-covered fruit<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"A gall-ridden fruit hangs from the biggest bough of the biggest tree. Villagers in woven gall-fibre watch you warily from the fruit's hollows."''</ref> inhabited by the (predictably named) '''Fruit-Dwellers''',<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"It tells you what you need to know, [...] to turn aside the spears of the Fruit-Dwellers."''</ref> who love to read,<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"The villagers disdain the shiny, the tasty and the squishy. They are delighted, however, to see that you have a stack of emergency penny-dreadful serials tucked away in your luggage."''</ref> and who communicate in a mixture of English, Latin, and the Presbyterate languages.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"She speaks to you courteously, though, in a peculiar melange of English, Latin, and the Presbyterate languages."''</ref> The '''House of the Map''' is a run-down shack filled to the brim with paintings of the Elder Continent,<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"A shack stands by a stream. A lamp glows in the window. The door stands ajar. Within, the walls are crowded with paintings – views of the forest, of the Mountain. The shelves are filled with flaming, brilliant pigments. The air is choked with colour."''</ref> but its owner has shriveled to coal<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"You find the painter slumped on a mattress in a corner. [...] He has become coal in the shape of a man... [...] "Time to go," says your Deputy, tugging at your arm. [...] 'light consumes'."''</ref> - perhaps consumed by [[animescence]]. | ||
The bees of [[Huz]] are abundant throughout the Bleeding Forest, and will happily help travelers along the road,<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"The Huz whisper to you of the Bleeding Forest and its dangers. The counsel-trees, the traitor paths, the Road-of-Seven. The sorrow that remains in this land from the Mountain's wound. Their own sorrow at their exile from the Mountain's Garden. "This place changed us," they lament. "We became less; but had we been more, we would not have endured.""''</ref><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"They outline a path for you, sign by sign. Follow the stream which speaks in the seventy-seventh tongue of Caution. Pluck the eye-fruits and allow them to direct your gaze. Pass through the hollow lit by candle-ghosts. Raise your eyes to the cliff-top. Follow the path marked with chalk and time."''</ref> so long as the bees are allowed to nestle in their clothing<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"The bees nestled in your clothing – the Huz, they call themselves – are whispering to you again. "We choose to make our home here. You will assist us.""''</ref> and drink their tears.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"The bees forsake the flowers to crowd curiously around your face, investigating your eyes. You recognise a diplomatic overture when you see it. [...] As soon as they have tasted your tears, they begin to speak. "Now you'll take us with you," their tiny voices sing. "Let us nestle in the crevices of your clothing, and we guide you past the Heart-Takers. We can even be of service to you. Do not crush us. You will regret it.""''</ref> But don't swat them, or else.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"[...] one of your assistants succumbs to apiphobia, slapping at a bee [...] Immediately the others descend in an indignant insectoid tornado. Instead of screaming, your assistant bursts into tears. [...] You [...] watch helplessly as the melancholy of their stings wrings the life from her."''</ref> | The bees of [[Huz]] are abundant throughout the Bleeding Forest, and will happily help travelers along the road,<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"The Huz whisper to you of the Bleeding Forest and its dangers. The counsel-trees, the traitor paths, the Road-of-Seven. The sorrow that remains in this land from the Mountain's wound. Their own sorrow at their exile from the Mountain's Garden. "This place changed us," they lament. "We became less; but had we been more, we would not have endured.""''</ref><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"They outline a path for you, sign by sign. Follow the stream which speaks in the seventy-seventh tongue of Caution. Pluck the eye-fruits and allow them to direct your gaze. Pass through the hollow lit by candle-ghosts. Raise your eyes to the cliff-top. Follow the path marked with chalk and time."''</ref> so long as the bees are allowed to nestle in their clothing<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"The bees nestled in your clothing – the Huz, they call themselves – are whispering to you again. "We choose to make our home here. You will assist us.""''</ref> and drink their tears.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"The bees forsake the flowers to crowd curiously around your face, investigating your eyes. You recognise a diplomatic overture when you see it. [...] As soon as they have tasted your tears, they begin to speak. "Now you'll take us with you," their tiny voices sing. "Let us nestle in the crevices of your clothing, and we guide you past the Heart-Takers. We can even be of service to you. Do not crush us. You will regret it.""''</ref> But don't swat them, or else.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Flint|Flint|Fallen London|}} ''"[...] one of your assistants succumbs to apiphobia, slapping at a bee [...] Immediately the others descend in an indignant insectoid tornado. Instead of screaming, your assistant bursts into tears. [...] You [...] watch helplessly as the melancholy of their stings wrings the life from her."''</ref> |