Stray Growth

Lock Text: Vines wrap along tendrils of branches that block our path. From it sprouts fruit of a curious shade... we could call upon Grail to appease these strange growths, or Edge to hack our way through.
Start text: An Indecency of Vines - A thick fence of thorns and brambles covers our path. Grail may recall their beauty, or Edge may push forward regardless.

Expeditions

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Requirements

• Grail (Invokes the Fanged Bramble)
• Edge (Invokes the Void-in-Skins)

Lantern Invocation

We invoke the Toothsome Root

• Grail 10: We invoke the Toothsome Root, whose prey blossoms.
  

All who the Root does not consume fully are reborn as flowers. These vines would stand to learn from their progenitor's habits.

• Grail 5: We invoke the Toothsome Root, who hunts with lures.
  

The Toothsome Root does not pursue nor ambush, only lure. These vines will recognize their unsporting conduct and part before us. Probably.

• Grail 1: We invoke the Toothsome Root, who beguiles.
  

The Toothsome Root presents a facade of beauty to all who enter it. But it had always remained dangerous. We can hope these growths don't follow its example too closely.

• Grail Success: Lilacs!
  

The air is filled with sweets smells and pollen. They will not harm us if we do not permit them to. Hurry.

Edge Invocation

We invoke the Scythe of Dust

• Edge 10: We call upon the Scythe of Dust, who dines on dust.
  

Plants require sustenance and sunlight and desire nothing. The Scythe of Dust requires nothing and desires everything. We cannot lose.

• Edge 5: We call upon the Scythe of Dust, who rose in famine.
  

The Scythe of Dust was born in deprivation. Its power shall quell the avaricious growths. Or newfound scarcity might only rouse them to pursue our death.

• Edge 1: We call upon the Scythe of Dust, who revels in loss.
  

The Scythe of Dust celebrates hunger and idolizes thirst. With its guidance, we shall no longer fear these meek barbs. A thorn by any other name, however, will sting as much.

• Edge Success: Fine cuttings
  

We are whole. The same cannot be said of the vines. We might dine on their remains afterwards, their thorns biting into our tongues, our own blood washing down the rough stems.

Failure

Bloody failure A long, thin barb has bitten into one of us. We will need to rest and recover in order to face the thorns again.