It’s been a few days in the jungle now and hopefully you haven’t managed to die just yet – after all, the fun’s just begun.
On the seventh day of trekking the wilderness, each character who has Air in their heart will suddenly find themselves pausing in the middle of the day. Suddenly they’re able to feel the patterns of the wind in the air. A chill passes through them as a breeze will kick up.
Then without warning, they’re lifted right off the ground and cast up into the sky. At least they don’t have time to be scared as they suddenly lose consciousness after floating for a few seconds.
Don’t worry. It’ll get better. When they wake up, they hear the following message in a wispy way, carried along by the breeze itself –
 It is not the correct time to be sleeping. You must awaken.
There is something that needs to be done.
You need to be the one to do it.
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PHASE I [ day one ] Anyone here with a fear of heights? Yes? Well, that’s too bad. When air characters awaken, they’ll find themselves cast right into the mountains of Tellus. It’s rocky, the path is minimal at best and non-existent at worse, and there are screeches of something dangerous and angry calling in the distance.
Caeli demonstrates his poor sense of direction once again as characters wake up and find themselves on a mountainous ledge. There is no apparent path -– except for across a dangerous ravine that dips down to the base of the mountain. There is no end in sight when one looks down, instead only pure black depths.
The cloud waits on the other side, floating patiently. Caeli gives one instruction: “Jump.”
But try not to fall in, that would be a sad start to the trip. Thankfully, the distance across isn't really too far, and Caeli might give those who can't quite make the jump a little boost -- but you still have to be brave enough to make the jump or be left behind.
PHASE II [ day one ] Well, one way or another, you seemed to have made it. From there, it’s just one long hike where you’re stuck following a cloud that simply doesn’t feel like responding to your calls for attention. The hours drag on and the sun sets across the horizon as you are left climbing this mountain, no end in sight.
But as you climb higher and higher, the temperature drops. The hour grows later and slowly but surely, white flecks begin to fall from the sky. Cold? Hopefully you were dressed appropriately seeing as now the thick layers of snow are building and building and building – making it harder to climb as the movement now requires trudging through three to four feet of snow.
Did you want to take a break? Have fun catching hypothermia if you do!
There's definitely not much in the way of shelter, but you can try to make something out of the scant trees remaining, or create a fire. Either way, you definitely don't want to be left behind, so don't lose sight of everyone else.
PHASE III [ day two ] Whether you felt like standing guard or were fast asleep, a piercing screech will act in the place of an alarm clock.
All too soon, a flight of winged creatures will descend upon the mountain travelers, looking none too friendly. Caeli descends to offer helpfully, “Griffins. They were once mine.” To which, the beasts merely emit another piercing screech before baring their claws and moving to attack the party. They are fearsome creatures and will not fall until they are killed, consistently trying to get back on their feet even when injured.
If no one manages to lose an eye and the griffins are subdued, characters will find upon their fallen bodies that they have areas where tufts of fur are missing, leaving a clean injection spot. There are small machine implants at the back of their necks, beeping ominously. Each is branded with a different number identification. Caeli is nowhere to be found.
PHASE IV [ day three ] The summit of the mountain is typically considered the most beautiful place. For those who are seeking solace, the peak of this adventure is safely above the clouds and the sun is slowly rising in the distance. Acting as a moment of peace, it is truly beautiful.
For those who do not rest so easy, there is more to be found near the top of the mountain. One run-down shack can be found, plated with steel and amenities found inside such as blankets and coats to fight off the snow.
More worryingly, there is an operating table in the middle of the room. A white cloth drapes over it, stained with red and operating instruments resting on the edges, the gleaming metal darkened with old blood. The same tufts of feathers and fur that could be found on the griffons are scattered on the floor, claw marks digging deep into the metal of the walls.
Be careful not to touch anything. If a character comes into contact with some of the blood that stains the table or the instruments, they will immediately begin to feel hints of aggression. There will be an intense need to pick fights with those around them and the feeling will not disappear until they are knocked out (or killed, but who would want that?).
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[ Styx gives the ravine a long, hard look. He kicks a pebble in, listening and waiting and being completely not surprised when he can't hear it hit bottom. ]
[ And then he's just squatting a little ways back from the edge, scowling at the world in general. ]
Right. Fuck this. So who else thinks we should just set up camp right here?
PHASE II
[ Guess who never goes anywhere without flint and steel? That's right, this guy. Squatting in the least windy part of a hollow, Styx is hunched over a sad little pile of tinder painstakingly scavenged from his surroundings, trying to make sparks fly. It's easier said than done- even if the goblin has nimble fingers, it doesn't help when those fingers feel like frozen lumps of meat. ]
C'mon, c'mon...
[ He spits out a long string of curses as the one spark he strikes flies off in the wrong direction- and they grow even more inventive when he accidentally strikes his thumb instead. Here's hoping not too many people are depending on him. ]
PHASE III
[ Styx actually has the tools he needs to deal with an airborne threat- he's got throwing knives, some real sharp aim, and experience with hitting moving targets. Quick as a flash, the goblin's hurling daggers at the griffins, counting on the others to distract him for long enough to get a killing blow in. ]
[ Except, apparently, getting hit by throwing daggers is enough to distract the griffins toward HIM. Styx curses and beats a hasty retreat- ]
No no no no no NO NO NO-
[ - aaand gets nabbed by a griffin's claws. The beast flaps its wings and does its level best to get away with its prize, while Styx is doing his level best to brutalize the griffin with his daggers before it can rip him to shreds or get high enough to drop him. Either way, he could REALLY use some help, here. ]
PHASE IV
[ Great! Coats and blankets! They aren't going to die horrible, horrible deaths now. Styx's clothing wasn't inappropriate for the weather, but he's not going to turn down anything that'll help him keep warm, so he claims ownership of one of the coats almost immediately. ]
[ ... of course, the coats aren't exactly scaled down for goblins, so Styx trudges toward the entrance, swamped in fabric and looking like a kid playing grown-up with his dad's trenchcoat. ]
Don't you even think of laughing.
[ And he immediately plops himself down, taking a wicked-looking knife to the ends of his coat with full intention of ripping it down to fit him. ]
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Hey stop bullying people!
[ She shouted at it, slightly pissed off that someone was injured. She sure hoped the spell kept it dizzy for a bit longer. ]
Are you okay?
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[ Styx hits the ground rolling, pulling himself up in record time. He faces off against the griffin again, this time clutching a shoulder, only sparing the princess a backward glance. ]
... shit. Yeah! Thanks! I'm fine as I'll ever be! Why'd you stop frying that thing!?
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If you are hurt anywhere, I can heal it and ah because I didn't want to get you caught up in the mess. Do you think you can stand back I'mma try to see if I can take it down to the ground first and then kill it.
[ The word somehow didn't flow as naturally as she liked. Killing something was never her usual intentions but she learned that it was a need for survival and people that needed protection. ]
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Right. I ain't arguing with someone with ridiculous magic powers, but let's take this thing down before anything else.
[ He flips a throwing dagger into his hand, sizing up the griffin. The goblin is all business. ]
If you can disable it again, just leave the rest to me.
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Well I wouldn't hurt you, honest. I swear on scout's honor. We can talk about it after we're done them.
[ She nodded her head. ]
Sure, I trust you'll be able to finish it. Here I go.
[ A loud incantation and another large spell was shot at the beast. ]
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[ The goblin's tone of voice makes it abundantly clear just what he thinks of that, but- yeah, first things first. Styx dances aside and hurls himself at the stunned beast- no fancy maneuvers, no showy tricks, just two daggers plunging straight into the griffin's neck, instantly killing it. ]
Easier than taking candy from a baby. Figuratively, of course.
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[ She replied with as much seriousness as she could muster in that situation. She watched that he cleanly took care of it and smugly grinned. ]
Nice. Well, I guess it was close enough. I think there's more so we should be careful.
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[ Styx wipes his daggers on the griffin's hide, keeping an eye on her. ]
And even if I WANTED it, you'd fry me in an instant.
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[ she replied sheathing her sword. ]
I wouldn't do that really. You haven't done anything to make me retaliate. I don't like hurting people, honest. I rather be helping. I really think you should let me fix your injury, even if it's just first aid.
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[ More like the goblin who won't shut up. ]
Right. Well, thanks for the help and all, but- wait, you know first aid AND fancy healing magics? That's not at all redundant or anything?
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phase iv;
[ It's also weirdly cute, except it's also Styx, and he's not exactly adorable, so this is... a little strange to behold. Mary's completely bundled in a blanket, though. Like a fluffy-haired burrito. ]
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Yeah, it IS warmer, but it fucks up freedom of movement, right? And if it's a choice between being warmer and dead, or chillier and alive, then-
[ Aaand that's about when he sees what Mary's doing. Styx very carefully puts his knife down to give the fluffy-haired burrito his full and undivided attention. ]
... or, or you could just do that, yeah.
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[ DO YOU NOT WISH TO JOIN HER IN BURRITODOM, STYX. IT'S QUITE SNUG. ]
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[ Styx vehemently shakes his head. DIGNITY OVER COMFORT, MAN ]
I could meet my maker any day out here, and the last thing I need is to spend all of eternity being laughed at by the shades of everyone I've ever known!
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[ FOOLPROOF. ]
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[ Yeah, he's sure selling this. ]
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[ SO, UH. ]
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[ Because she totally shouldn't be! For reasons. Reasons that are clearly important and he has no goddamn clue what they're even arguing about anymore. ]
Ugh, fine, you just be warm and comfy 'cause you're made of squishy pink dough, I'm gonna stick with being tolerably less than chilly 'cause I'm hardened, like badass aged weather-proof leather.
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[ Maybe the cold's making him grumpy. ]
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I'm not mad, I'm just stating the ~facts of life~.
[ Styx continues cutting strips off his extra large coat, putting them in a growing pile of fabric. ]
Now, see, THIS is a good use of extra material. You're looking at the beginnings of a fire or extra bandages, right here.
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Phase I
I could toss you.
[ He had a lot of time on his hands in the big house, which he used extremely productively, i.e. watching a shit ton of movies. Guess who's a great big Lord of the Rings nerd. ]
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OH no. Been there, done that, got the shitty souvenir- I am not getting thrown around again. Don't even think about it.
[ He looks the human up and down. ]
Besides, I don't think you could throw me even halfway across.
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I'm sure if I swung you around enough times, I'd be able to work up sufficient momentum. You know, like throwing a discus.
fffff I'm sorry, I thought I sent this out, like, two weeks ago--
[ Styx eyes him warily, his hands on the hilts of his daggers. ]
And yeah, I don't like the way you're looking at me. You're planning something.