src/1prelude.txt

@@ -9,9 +9,9 @@ The forest has provided you with food and shelter and well-being. When new growt
 
 But the forest has been sullen lately. Withdrawn. There just hasn't been any new growth. The bush brats don't venture into the meadow any more either.
 
-And now it is late autumn. The grass is long and golden, and the leaves are crimson. Before long, you'll have to think about cutting into some of the old growth so you have enough firewood to last the winter.
+And now it is late summer. The grass is long and golden, and the leaves are crimson. Before long, you'll have to think about cutting into some of the old growth so you have enough firewood to last the winter.
 
-In the meantime, your uncle has given you some blankets to deliver to __witch deep in the *coniferous forest* to keep her warm when winter comes.
+In the meantime, your uncle has given you some blankets to deliver to __witch deep in the tenebrous wood to keep her warm when winter comes.
 
 Off you go now.
 

src/4locations/blighted-forest.txt

@@ -3,7 +3,7 @@
 
 Rotted leaves and dead branches litter the ground. The ground is barren and it is eerily silent.
 
-- Hydra crabs. The size of your hand, if you kill one, two more appear to take its place.
+- Crabs the size of your hand. If you kill one, two more appear to take its place.
 
 - A small woodland creature has been flayed and stuck upside down to a dead tree with a hunting knife.
 
@@ -21,8 +21,8 @@ Rotted leaves and dead branches litter the ground. The ground is barren and it i
 
 - Fire swamp. Pockets of noxious gas here spontaneously combust, shooting jets of flame into the air. Proceed with caution.
 
-- A haunted dried up swamp __perm. The dorsal spines of an ancient sea creature jut up out of the cracked earth creating a row of ominous bleached white stone spires that reach up to the sky like boney fingers of a groping hand. Where rib bones run along the ground, the broken ground is rippling and undulating. The creature's huge skull lies half-buried here, half of its gaping toothy maw exposed, as well as one cavernous hollow eye socket large enough to crawl inside.
+- A haunted dried up swamp __perm. The dorsal spines of some ancient creature jut up out of the cracked earth creating a row of ominous bleached white stone spires that reach up to the sky link boney fingers of a reaching hand. Where rib bones run along the ground, the broken ground is rippling and undulating. The creature's huge skull lies half-buried here, half of its gaping toothy maw exposed, as well as one cavernous hollow eye socket large enough to crawl inside.
 
-    At one point, this was the most lush and fertile area of the whole forest. Now a blight spreads from here into the forest, destroying and corrupting life as it progresses.
+    At one point, this was the most lush and fertile area of the whole forest. Now a blight spreads from here into the forest, destroying plantlife as it progresses.
 
     If you have the *__fishtype* effect, read [Protocol G].

src/4locations/coniferous-forest.txt

@@ -5,17 +5,17 @@ It's quiet here. Dried pine needles crunch softly underfoot and absorb most soun
 
 - A bunch of woodpeckers decide you must be full of delicious bugs.
 
-- A large murder of crows stands still in a circle around one of their own. They listen attentively, waiting to pass judgement, as the lone crow in the middle caws incessantly, hopping nervously from one foot to the other.
+- A large murder of crows stands in a circle around one of their own. They stand still and listen attentively, waiting to pass judgement, as the lone crow in the middle caws incessantly, hopping from one foot to the other now and again as though nervous.
 
 - A crop of [bush brats](#bush-brat) jump out of the brush and ambush you!
 
 - An [alces] rubbing its horns on the trunk of a tree.
 
-- Giant ants carrying food back to their mound. The food looks like eviscerated [bush brats](#bush-brat).
+- Giant ants carrying food back to their mound.
 
-- An enormous spider web blocks the path ahead. Which means there is probably an enormous spider nearby..
+- An enourmous spider web blocks the path ahead. Which means there is probably an enourmous spider nearby..
 
-- Goats. They dance and frolic and jump around, headbutting each other. If you scare them, they faint.
+- Goats. They dance and frolick and jump around. If you scare them, they faint.
 
 - A giant sloth hanging sleepily from a branch overhead.
 

src/4locations/fae-forest.txt

@@ -11,10 +11,14 @@ The very air seems to shimmer and sparkle in this wood. The colors seem a little
 
 - Giant moonflowers tower over head looking down at you. They always seem to be facing you, wherever you go.
 
-- In the center of a small clearing there is a small black cat with large yellow eyes sitting in a small metal bird cage. Scattered around the cage are the remains of a dozen [sprites](#sprite) who look as though they died gruesomely during battle. The cat peers up at you through the bars of its cage and mewls pathetically.
+- In the center of a small clearing there is a small black cat with large eyes sitting in a small bird cage. Scattered around the cage are the remains of a dozen sprites who look as though they died gruesomely during battle. The cat peers up at you through the bars of its cage and mewls pathetically.
 
-- A band of war [sprites](#sprite) try to forcibly remove you from the forest.
+- A band of war [sprites](#sprite) try to kick you out of their forest.
 
-- Sprite village __perm.  Families and clans of sprites live together in hollowed out portions of trees. Read [Protocol B]
+- Sprite village __perm
 
-- Faerie ring __perm.  A circle of sturdy toadstools some twelve feet in diameter. If you have the *Corpseform* effect, read [Protocol I].
+    Families and clans of sprites live together in hollowed out portions of trees. Read [Protocol B]
+
+- Faerie ring __perm
+
+    A circle of sturdy toadstools some twelve feet in diameter. If you have the *Corpseform* effect, read [Protocol I].

src/4locations/wild-forest.txt

@@ -19,6 +19,6 @@ The part of the forest where the faun live is even more untamed and unruly than
 
 - Quicksand!
 
-- Faun village. __perm. An orgy of revelry and merry making. Fauns drink wine from goblets and mead from horns, and run around screaming, laughing, and falling over each other. Read [Protocol C].
+- Faun village. An orgy of revelry and merry making. Fauns drink wine from goblets and mead from horns, and run around screaming, laughing, and falling over each other. Read [Protocol C].
 
-- A wide, swift forest stream. __perm. When you step far enough into it, the current sweeps your feet out from under you and pulls you under and drags you around the bottom for a while before finally spitting you back out up on the sandy bank. If you have the *Barkskin* effect, read [Protocol F].
+- A wide, swift forest stream. When you step far enough into it, the current sweeps your feet out from under you and pulls you under and drags you around the bottom for a while before finally spitting you back out up on the sandy bank. If you have the *Barkskin* effect, read [Protocol F].

src/60bestiary/double-scorpion.txt

@@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ QUAD CLAW ATTACK
 
 Double sting
 
-Skittery and jittery
+Skittery
 
 Just looking for a quiet place to molt
 

src/60bestiary/honeybear.txt

@@ -1,7 +1,7 @@
 
 ### Honeybear
 
-The sound of heavy plodding steps accompanied by a loud, muffled buzzing is a sure sign of trouble. The innocuously named Honeybear is a bear, between mostly and all the way dead, that has been animated by a hive of [psycho bees](#psycho-bee). Honeycomb protrudes from its back like sails. Black honey seeps from its pores and leaks from its blind eyes and other orifices. The psycho bees usually steer their shambling, ambulatory bearhives toward the recently or soon-to-be dead so they can make psycho honey from the meat.
+The sound of heavy plodding steps accompanied by a loud, muffled buzzing is a sure sign of trouble. The innocuously named Honeybear is a bear, between mostly and all the way dead, that has been animated by a hive of psycho bees. Honeycomb protrudes from its back like sails. Black honey seeps from its pores and leaks from its blind eyes and other orifices. The psycho bees usually steer their shambling, ambulatory bearhives toward the recently or soon-to-be dead so they can make psycho honey from the meat.
 
 
 ---

src/7protocols/b.txt

@@ -3,7 +3,7 @@
 
 You strike up a conversation with sprite who has the nose, ears, and wings of a fruit bat. When you bring up the fauns, they scoff.
 
-> You mean the *horns?* That drunken, lazy lot! They'd let this forest fall into ruin and would like that just fine! They think they own the place, but I'd like them to see how fast things would fall apart around here without us. The sprites are the one who hold this forest together!
+> That drunken, lazy lot! They'd let this forest fall into ruin and would like that just fine! They think they own the place, but I'd like them to see how fast things would fall apart around here without us. The sprites are the one who hold this forest together!
 >
 > Also, they stole the bees from our beehives so they can make their precious mead! If you want the sprites and the fauns to get along, they can start by bringing the bees back to our beehives.
 

src/7protocols/c.txt

@@ -3,7 +3,7 @@
 
 One of the fauns complains loudly to you, standing a little too close.
 
-> Those sprites? The "wings"? Damned busybodies. Flitting around here and there, always rushing to be somewhere. Think they own the damn forest. Well guess what! This forest doesn't belong to them!
+> Those sprites? Damned busybodies. Flitting around here and there, always rushing to be somewhere. Think they own the damn forest. Well guess what! This forest doesn't belong to them!
 >
 > If you want to help us, fetch me our drinking horn that they stole from us!
 

src/7protocols/e.txt

@@ -3,7 +3,7 @@
 
 You step into the space between two large exposed roots, each big enough to be a small tree in its own right. The roots continue to be exposed beneath the tree as they dig down into the earth, and you climb down, at first sliding down the loose, crumbling earth, and then grabbing onto smaller roots and climbing down them like a rope ladder.
 
-Eventually you reach the bottom of a large earthen bowl. A lone ray of light shines feeble and weak on the floor. The air smells of rich loam. You cross the floor and climb up the other side.
+Eventually you reach the bottom of a large earthen bowl. A lone ray of light shines feebly and weak on the floor. The air smells of rich loam. You cross the floor and climb up the other side.
 
 You finally have to squeeze yourself through a narrow gap between two roots and claw your way up out of the ground, but you emerge and are standing on the other side of the massive tree.
 

src/7protocols/g.txt

@@ -7,7 +7,7 @@ You hear a dripping, dribbling voice burble up as though from the depths and pop
 
 > Hello, child. I have been sleeping fitfully for a long time now, but your presence has finally woken me up.
 >
-> I have slept here perhaps too long. These lands are dry and strange to me. When I lived here, this place was the bottom of a vast ocean, and I swam here in peace. When I tired after I don't know how long, I allowed my life to leave my body, and my body sank down to the bottom. An abundance of new life sprung up around the food and shelter provided by my body.
+> I have slept here perhaps too long. These lands are dry and strange to me. When I lived here, this place was the bottom of a vast ocean, and I swam here in peace. When I tired after I don't know how long, I allowed my life to leave my body, and my body sunk down to the bottom. An abundance of new life sprung up around the food and shelter provided by my body.
 >
 > I was at my happiest then. I had nothing to worry about and nothing to do but watch my body nourish and support new life. And I was pleased, and I slept.
 >

src/7protocols/h.txt

@@ -3,7 +3,7 @@
 
 You ask the sprite about the drinking horn.
 
-> Drinking horn?! That is exactly the problem with these fauns! That is the horn of a **monocerus**, a sacred, beautiful beast! It is a sacred relic, and what do they do? Fill it with mead and get drunk! Shameful.
+> Drinking horn! That is exactly the problem with these fauns! That is the horn of a **monocerus**, a sacred, beautiful beast! It is a sacred relic, and what do they do? Fill it with mead and get drunk! Shameful
 >
 > Ugh! Fine, whatever. Here, you can give them the horn back if you get our bees back. Go on, take it.
 

src/7protocols/i.txt

@@ -3,7 +3,7 @@
 
 There's a slight groove, an indentation in the grass in the center of the ring of toadstools. You lay yourself down in the center and close your eyes. You feel yourself sinking down into the earth, and you feel the soft threads of mycelium reach out and brush against you, sinking into your rotting flesh.
 
-> We live in the earth, feeding on and removing that which has moved on. We are all connected, and when we dream we dream together. Now that you have nourished us, you can dream with us.
+> We live in the earth, feeding and removing that which has moved on. We are all connected, and when we dream we dream together. Now that you have nourished us, you can dream with us.
 
 You feel inextricably connected to the forest, part of a vast network. You are more a part of the forest than ever.
 

src/7protocols/k.txt

@@ -11,7 +11,7 @@ A lone sylph emerges from the thick woods, stands at your side, and gestures tow
 
 > They sleep here. Once they've grown the Root of Life, they have earned their rest. So they sleep, and they dream.
 
-The sylph steps up to a thick portion of hedge, its own forefather, and digs around in the dirt beneath it with the handle of its spear. It stoops down, reaches in, and pulls up a thick hunk of spongy root, earth clinging to it. It holds the root out to you.
+The sylph steps up to a thick portion of hedge, its own forefather, and digs around in the dirt under it with the handle of its spear. It stoops down, reaches in, and pulls up a thick portion of spongy root, earth clinging to it. It holds the root out to you.
 
 > To begin the next part of your journey, you must eat of the Root of Life.
 

src/7protocols/l.txt

@@ -3,6 +3,6 @@
 
 You ask the faun about the bees, and he roars with laughter and then sighs happily.
 
-> Bees from the fae forest make the **very** best honey! You know why, don't you? Those are no ordinary bees! They're [PSYCHO bees](#psycho-bee)! And they make psycho honey! Which we turn into psycho mead! Ha! It's the sweetest tasting mead you'll ever have, and it also gives you visions.
+> Bees from the fae forest make the **very** best honey! You know why, don't you? Those are no ordinary bees! They're PSYCHO bees! And they make psycho honey! Which we turn into psycho mead! Ha! It's the sweetest tasting mead you'll ever have, and it also gives you visions.
 
 If you have the *Drinking Horn* read [Protocol N].

src/7protocols/m.txt

@@ -1,11 +1,11 @@
 
 ### Protocol M
 
-The sprite claps delightedly when they see you walk in wearing a suit made out of bees.
+The sprite claps delightedly when they see you walk in practically wearing a suit made out of bees.
 
-At the vacant beehives, you open your hand and deposit the queen. The bees you are wearing leave you and cluster around their queen.
+At the vacant beehives, you open your hand and deposit the queen. The bees you are wearing leave you and cluster around their queen on the beehive.
 
-The sprite is curious to hear about the reverence with which the faun accepted the monocerus horn. And it tells you about their own ceremonies involving the psycho honey.
+The sprite is curious to hear about the reverence with which the faun accepted the momocerus horn. And it tells you about their own ceremonies involving the psycho honey.
 
 > We might have more in common than we thought after all.
 

src/7protocols/o.txt

@@ -3,12 +3,10 @@
 
 __witch is waiting for you when arrive at __tree.
 
-> Do you know how many generations of our family have called me "auntie"?
+> Do you know how many generations of our family has called me "auntie?" A lot. Almost more than I can remember.
->
-> A lot. Almost more than I can remember.
 >
 > I had already lived several lifetimes by the time I first came to this place as a young girl. I had nothing but a single seed clutched in my fist. There was nothing here. Just a wide grassy plain. I planted my seed here, and it grew into __tree. And the forest slowly grew around me and __tree.
 >
-> Everyone here dreams, you see. I dream of my life before I came here. __tree dreams of the tree it was before it was a seed. The stream dreams of the ocean. The leviathan dreams of being of use. The fauns and the sprites dream of a time--in the past, and in the future--when they were sisters. The sylph, the children of the forest, dream of their many past lives.
+> Everyone here dreams, you see. I dream of my life before I came here. __tree dreams of when it was a seed. The stream dreams of the ocean. The leviathan dreams of being of use. The fauns and the sprites dream of a time--in the past, and in the future--when they were sisters. The sylph, the children of the forest, dream of their many past lives.
 >
 > During your time here in the forest, you've passed in and out of and through everybody else's dreams. And now you're ready to take up the mantle of Guardian and protect this Forest of Dreams.