11-14-2018, 10:30 PM
ROUND 2
They come, answering the call on the Mountain, and then they set off for Icicle Isle. Some underestimate what a task it will be – perhaps they have never swam through frigid waters, or perhaps they simply thought “Icicle Isle” was a cute moniker and not a description. Some of them don’t understand that the fae are going to take their gifts, until it happens. Some of them don’t understand, well, anything. But, they persevere. All of those who gathered at the bottom of the mountain make it to the shores of Taiga or Nerine, and descend into the sea.
That’s where the true challenge starts. The water is cold, and colder when they get close to the island. They shiver and struggle; facing their own doubts and physical weakness, or the predators that swim close, investigating whether horse might be their next easy meal. No one steps in to help them – they were clear, at the beginning; it is only through the work and sacrifice of the people that they can fix this disaster. Equal sacrifice for the life they took for no reason, in support of the dark mage. But, they cannot persevere if they freeze to death.
They take mercy on those who made the swim. A warm breeze blows oddly through, ruffling coats and hair. They’re standing on the shore in loose clusters and tight knots, some even alone, and the wind plays in eddies and swirls much like the tide of the ocean, until they are barely damp. It will continue to be uncomfortable, but they won’t freeze to death. As they begin to gather their wits, it becomes clear that there are two paths stretching from the beach deep into Icicle Isle. They have only a few minutes to glance at it while they are drying, and then the wind that was their warm lifeline blows cold, and the sky begins to darken. Snow-heavy clouds roll in quickly, and as it begins to fall, visibility fails.
There is ice and snow, heavy flakes and dry snow-dust, and nobody can see more than a few feet in front of their own faces. The storm is disorienting; they can barely tell up from down, left from right. The wind howls around them and friends more than a few steps away disappear completely. It’s not even clear, now, where the water is. It’s clear to even the most foolhardy creature that to wander into this storm would mean death; they have no idea how long the storm will last. In order to proceed to the heart-shaped pond as instructed, they will have to follow one of the clearly marked paths, where worn ground underfoot will be their guide.
The question, of course, is which path. Left, or right?
Rules
-Round 2 entries are to be posted in this thread no later than NOVEMBER 19TH at 11:00 PM CST
-Your post should describe how they proceed, including reactions to the storm and fighting through the storm down a path they can barely see. They may work together or go on their own. You should CLEARLY indicate whether your character goes left or right. End your post while your horse is traveling on their chosen path.
-Your character has lost any and all traits for this quest
-Failing to respond on time or at all without notifying the officials you are dropping out will result in a permanent defect
That’s where the true challenge starts. The water is cold, and colder when they get close to the island. They shiver and struggle; facing their own doubts and physical weakness, or the predators that swim close, investigating whether horse might be their next easy meal. No one steps in to help them – they were clear, at the beginning; it is only through the work and sacrifice of the people that they can fix this disaster. Equal sacrifice for the life they took for no reason, in support of the dark mage. But, they cannot persevere if they freeze to death.
They take mercy on those who made the swim. A warm breeze blows oddly through, ruffling coats and hair. They’re standing on the shore in loose clusters and tight knots, some even alone, and the wind plays in eddies and swirls much like the tide of the ocean, until they are barely damp. It will continue to be uncomfortable, but they won’t freeze to death. As they begin to gather their wits, it becomes clear that there are two paths stretching from the beach deep into Icicle Isle. They have only a few minutes to glance at it while they are drying, and then the wind that was their warm lifeline blows cold, and the sky begins to darken. Snow-heavy clouds roll in quickly, and as it begins to fall, visibility fails.
There is ice and snow, heavy flakes and dry snow-dust, and nobody can see more than a few feet in front of their own faces. The storm is disorienting; they can barely tell up from down, left from right. The wind howls around them and friends more than a few steps away disappear completely. It’s not even clear, now, where the water is. It’s clear to even the most foolhardy creature that to wander into this storm would mean death; they have no idea how long the storm will last. In order to proceed to the heart-shaped pond as instructed, they will have to follow one of the clearly marked paths, where worn ground underfoot will be their guide.
The question, of course, is which path. Left, or right?
Rules
-Round 2 entries are to be posted in this thread no later than NOVEMBER 19TH at 11:00 PM CST
-Your post should describe how they proceed, including reactions to the storm and fighting through the storm down a path they can barely see. They may work together or go on their own. You should CLEARLY indicate whether your character goes left or right. End your post while your horse is traveling on their chosen path.
-Your character has lost any and all traits for this quest
-Failing to respond on time or at all without notifying the officials you are dropping out will result in a permanent defect
fair winds & good luck