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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[ She nodded with a bitter smile. So far things were getting really out of hand and she didn't feel comfortable after being separated from the people she cared about. It was only a matter of time before she would go look for them. She had also experienced enough strange things in her life to notice that there was something off with this. ]
I didn't use too much magic while we were fighting, so no problem.
[ She replied with a brief laugh. ] Most people would not call that a scratch. May I see it? I'm Ishtar by the way.
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[he flashes her something of a cheeky grin—he's the sort that can find time to make light in a bad situation. his sense of humor may not be the best, but there still manages to be an air of truth to what he's saying.
being the kind of person who seeks out a challenge in a fight means he's taken a few hits from some strong guys—the only real difference now is that he isn't properly armed. as deep as the gash is, he knows it won't kill him; maybe it'll scar at worst.
or maybe he should worry about things like this a bit more. but why do that when there are introductions to be had?]
Ishtar it is, then. [for now. there's a pretty solid chance he'll find a way to shorten her name down to one syllable later on, though.] I'm Yuri.
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[ She replied with brief laugh. What a super laid back guy. That's extremely rare for her since most of her friends and such were really stiff and weren't as playful or well easy going, she supposed for the lack of better words.
Ishtar wasn't sure what to make of the stranger, but he seemed rather interesting so far. Though, she wasn't the type to sit there and watch others get injured and not do anything about it. He really should since it could get infected or something worse. She didn't want that. ]
Easy right?
[ She replied with a nod of her head. Well, that would be interesting to hear as well. She had people call her several different nicknames in the past. ]
Pleased to meet you Yuri. May I see your injury?
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[that counts as enough of an introduction for him—he really is the type to take things in stride when it comes to casual conversation, at least. sure, there are other pressing matters at hand, but they can get back to them in a second.
yuri's pretty sure than a matter of five minutes isn't going to change much about figuring our their current situation, anyway.]
Sure... here. [he holds his arm out, giving her something of a curious look. he's not used to his healers actually looking at his injuries at all, honestly. he knows that different worlds must have different methods, but it's a but unorthodox for him, that's for sure.]
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True enough on that. She waited for him patiently to offer his arm out. There wasn't much she could do if she can't hover over the injury. Healing required concentration on the injury itself with trouble incantations. ]
Thanks.
[ She replied with a brief smile. If only healing wasn't such a chore. Anyway, she placed one of her hands hovering over his injury, while closing her eyes and then softly using the incantations. As she does that, the wound itself will eventually close. It didn't seem to bad so she used a basic healing spell. ]
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once it's done, he'll pull his arm back, looking it over.]
Looks pretty good. [well, she gets some credibility in his book for this, at least.] Thanks.
[gratitude is the least he can do here.]
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You're welcome I'm glad to be of assistance.
[ She replied with a smile. She stretched her arm a bit. ]
So what should we do now?
[ Since it might be a better question to ask now that the injuries are taken care of. ]