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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[Nice can be found fighting, even though he's really freaking tired but he's doing it anyway. He's pretty grumpy from being woken up from his nap, so he'll be darting in and out of the griffins. His headphones are on (for all the good that's doing him right now), and someone might be hearing snaps before he vanishes again to beat up more griffins.
He might appear next to someone, though:]
You know, shouldn't that cloud thing be able to help us out a little bit?!
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[After the fight, he's going to be investigating the griffins. They're things he's definitely not used to seeing, after all, especially when he sees the implants. He nudges at them with his foot, careful not to get anything on him, before he bends down to get a better look at the machine.]
The only place I know of that has tech is CERES -- are they out here?
[He's not actually asking anyone in particular.]
iv - a
[A cold chill comes over him when he walks into the bloody room, but he's going to pokerface his way through it anyway. It reminds him of Facultas in a way, remembering that there were experiments going on there, and wondering just how intense they really were.
...He probably doesn't want to know.
He pushes those thoughts aside though, so that he can poke around at the room. The investigation's nice and all, but--]
Where'd the machines come from, then?
[He doesn't really see them here.]
iv - b
[You know what? Fuck this. He's fucking tired, he's cold, and he's definitely grabbing like 20 of those blankets and coats. The first 10 he's making a bed with somewhere randomly (faaaar away from the operating table), and the other 10 he's piling on top of himself before he falls asleep right then and there.
...Yeah, he's terribly troubled by what's gone on. Totally.
But does your character need a blanket? You can always grab one from him, if you really want to wake him up.]
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[ There's a dull, almost bored tone as she folds her arms over her chest. Half of it is due to the fact that she's wearing a maid outfit and well. Wearing that in this kind of weather is bullshit. ]
I mean, I did hear that they did capture some creatures at some point...
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Did they? That's news to me.
[He's still eyeing the beeping machine, though.]
Obviously, they're experiments. But experiments for...what, exactly? A controlling device?
[That would be creepy.]
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[ Her tone is dull and unamused by literally everything. ]
It... might be possible. It might explain some of the glitches that happened in the past, if you considered them as more experiments in the same vein.
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[Still kind of creepy, though.]
But what're they doing? I'm trying to figure out the point of it. They're obviously keeping a watch on us, and someone's experimenting a control device. But...why?
[He swears if it's another world takeover plot--]
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[ She shakes her head, looking up to avoid his gaze. ] But I plan on finding out.
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[He sighs.]
We need to find whoever planted this stuff -- it should be out here somewhere.
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In any case, we should at least take pictures of this crap.
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[He nods though, even though he knows he'll remember it anyway.]
It wouldn't hurt.
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I wonder if we can get them off.
[ Probably not, but she kind of wants to take a souvenir... ]
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[Nobody said you would, Nice.
But he'll start messing with it anyway.]
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[ Cue the overdramatic eye rolling.]
Anyway, is it possible to get off or do we have to chop the neck it's attached to?
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[And he'll be trying to go about just that, tugging at it while trying to not get himself even more dirty than he already is.
...It seems to be pretty tightly on though -- it's times like these he did wish he had something sharp with him to try to pry it off of the griffin.]
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Damn. If only someone had a sword or something.
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There probably is a guy with a sword around here, but I don't have one. Or anything.
[He. Should probably change that, if they ever go back to the city...]
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[And Nice will just stand back up and brush his hands off on his pants, as if trying to get whatever ick might've been on the griffins off of him.
So...he'll let her just do all the work.]
iv-b
Nobody made you blanket king . . . oi, seriously, I'm an icicle and you've got all these blankets so I'm teaching you how to share. . .
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Go get your own...
[Actual whiny baby Nice.]
iii - b
He remembers seeing this guy somewhere--no, he knows exactly when. It was the first time Hak had gone into a blind rage and if Nice had stayed around any longer, Hak would have probably done something relentless. It doesn't sit well with him, seeing him again, but there's no point in bringing up the past. Just...have to work together at this point. ]
They always know where we are, so it's not surprising if they are.
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It's the angry guy.]
Maybe, but if our devices aren't even working out here there's a chance they don't know. I'd expect they'd be here by now if they did know.
[Maybe. It's all guesswork and possibility, but still.]
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You don't know, huh. [ He pauses, then recalls some information that Tieria had once told him about. ] They've got trackers in our eyes.
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I know about that. But if it's all electronic, then it's possible they can't find us out here either. Or if they are, they're storing information and not sending it to CERES.
[He seems so chill about it all...]