A Different Trail: Lost in the Reeds

It doesn’t matter how long it’s really been, not that she can remember really at the end of the day. Life in the mountains has been so good thanks to such a kind, and bountiful god, drugs, drinks, eggs, and endless pleasure with whomever they run into, surrendering the intense haze of their life to Paradise in exchange to keep the party going as long as possible.
They always seem to run into this other one, she’s not sure what their name is either but he knows how to spend the night right and slap boots good. This night they both ran into eachother at the meeting spot where Paradise is set to come. It’s gonna be a long night and while they may not remember it by the end of tomorrow, its sure gonna be a good ride now.
She hasn’t lived with a name for a while, someone called her something at some time but who needs that? Who needs those little memories anyways? She’s full now and will be full tomorrow, besides it’s time to get the night started. Paradise’ll be fed good tomorrow.

So a relatively bad ending for the Long Hiker

this one assumes that, after they were told to come into the mountains by Shõlresa, Oli and Forl actively resisted and refused to obey the demand of Shõlresa. For doing so, Shõlresa held up it’s threats, possessed them, walked them into the mountains by their own feet/hooves and truly hollowed out Forl and the ol Hiker, with nothing left they were persuaded easily to stay in the mountains, lured in by a weakened state of mind, promises of carnal pleasures, and an easy life as a part of Paradises lovely garden and they will likely be there for at least the next long while, if not the rest of their lives.

So essentially a total identity death for both Imua and Forl, lost in the reeds, the “drugs, booze and snake breeding”(~Gila 2157AD nice quote) and over time slowly warped and changed to be not really any different from the rest of the alpine wooly hedonites of the mountains, perhaps even more lost in the haze thanks to their lack of cooperation to the Dragon of Paradise
And of course they won’t exactly be able to get much of a long term memory going either considering at best either of them may have a few months of life at a time, often less than a month depending on when they get with Shõlresa for more feeding in exchange for the subsistence and pleasure it dolls out
They will likely never leave the mountains to see Star Den, or anyone else again and hardly even recognize whatever is left of Forl outside of some fleeting scrap of sentiment
I suppose its less terrible than a sivilão fate (really says a lot about the sivilão) as it’s not necessarily a soul crushing experience of grinding, intense physical labor.
But definitely something to be said about suffering an entire death of ones own identity just for the gall of not surrendering oneself to an ancient eldritch memory eating godbeast.
So when I mention that Imua played her cards just about perfectly, I do mean they played the perfectly and the canon result was probably the best possible result with their interaction with Shõlresa if they did anything wrong things would have gone horrifically worse.