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over the river & through the woods
CHARACTERS: Our Intrepid Explorers (Bucky Barnes, Gavroche Thernardier, Jack Benjamin, L, Remus Lupin, Rey, Rue Lancaster, and Sirius Black)
LOCATION: UNDER THE MOUNTAIN
WARNINGS: will update if necessary
SUMMARY: an exploration with necessary details here. to seek out new life and new civilizations. to boldly go where apparently someone has already tunneled before. starters for each stage of the journey have been posted below but also please ad your own.
NOTES: BACKDATED to January 7-10
LOCATION: UNDER THE MOUNTAIN
WARNINGS: will update if necessary
SUMMARY: an exploration with necessary details here. to seek out new life and new civilizations. to boldly go where apparently someone has already tunneled before. starters for each stage of the journey have been posted below but also please ad your own.
NOTES: BACKDATED to January 7-10
A SERIES OF MONSTROUS AFFLICTIONS.
Physical exertion is a good cure for despair. Good fresh air, good sunlight. The zest of the quest may restore some spirits, and as the morning of their second day out dawns fair and bright, the chittering of jungle creatures makes for a cheerful backdrop. In the canopy above, about fifteen little creatures leap from branch to branch, keeping pace with the line. They might be new, to those of their party who haven't ventured out into the jungle. To others, they may be more familiar, though still rare enough for this attention to feel unusual. Sure: it's a little adorable, at first. Then it starts to get a little creepy. The creatures grow bolder, range down lower in the trees, and their noise gets louder. Glimpses through the leaves and branches reveals signs of disease, patchy feathers, bloody eyes, the loom of sharp shoulderblades twisted well above their little heads.
Then one of the creatures drops out of the tree onto someone's shoulder, assault from above, and that's when a very concentrated series of hells break loose.
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A CAMP.
If they dare a fire, it's probably good to keep the flames low. If they dare conversation, it's probably good to keep that low, too. If they dare to sleep, they should probably post a watch. Restlessness is nearly a given, even for their boldest.
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ota!
THE CLIFF AND THE ROPE.
It's a nice rope, well-made, stiff fibres that would have made for a good sturdy climb except for the fact that someone cleanly cleaved it short. This will not stop our Intrepid Explorers, who have means of scaling the cliff besides an old left-behind rope, but even so. Who left the rope, and who severed it? Good questions for the group, as they assemble themselves for the descent.
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FACED WITH THE FACE OF THE GLOWING CLIFF.
It's hard going. They follow along with the cliff for awhile, using it as a guide until they get their bearings. The dusk of the night comes suddenly, more a heavy drop than a gentle filter of pastel shadow and light. Even with fire and illumination both magical and artificial, they soon have no choice but to stop and make camp.
That's when the glowing starts.
THE TUNNEL.
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