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auroraexpress2018-12-07 06:50 pm
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The First Trial
Who: All Brave Heroes
When: Day 4, morning
Where: The Witch's House
[ Something is amiss.
The jungle goes still, unsettling in its silence. Not a leaf shudders and not a beast makes a sound, as if everything alive outside is holding its breath in dead… or anticipation?
All of the lights on the Aurora begin to flicker. And while at first it may seem as though it is simply the beginnings of another power outage, the notion is quickly chased by the entire train abruptly swaying and shuddering-- as if something seized hold of it and started shaking it from the outside.
Come hither, Heroes. Prove thy worth.
If you step outside you will see it. There, sitting just in sight of the train, is a place that most certainly had never been there before. Or had it always been there?
Based on the outside, it seems like a place that no one has lived in for quite some time. The wooden shutters on the windows are barely hanging, rotting from age. The stones that make up the house look weathered and are covered in moss. The roof is missing shingles, any plantlife around the building appears to be dead . . . and yet the chimney has smoke coming out of it.
The air around the house seems to waver and the darkness of the world seems to be drawn, to gather around its worn silhouette.
Likewise, whether by compulsion or sheer curiosity, you are also drawn towards the house.
Entering is simple enough. You need only go through the front door to enter your first Trial. As you enter a voice greets you from nowhere, ]
“Welcome, children. This is the real beginning of your journey. Let’s see how strong you truly are. Oh, but do be careful, and . . . “
[ There is a chuckle. ]
“Don’t die. ♥”
[ The house that you entered is no longer a house. Rather, it is a moonlit clearing, with vegetation surrounding reminiscent to the jungle you just left. Around you, you may hear the familiar sounds of the beasts. They wait for you. They wait for you to fall so that they may feast.
But the beasts are the least of your concerns. As soon as you enter this clearing you feel it-- a burning hot sensation, the world spinning around you, and a sick twisting feeling in your gut.
You know immediately. You are sick. You’ve been poisoned.
Lining the edges of the clearing are seven cauldrons, and around each of them a circle of flowers growing in seven different colors. At the center of the clearing is a similar circle, in the middle of which lies a book full of blank pages, a collection of feathered pens, and a knife of which the handle is inlaid with a beautiful earthy gemstone.
To each cauldron is pinned a piece of parchment that reads “antidote” before a list of ingredients scrawled in a muddled mess of handwritings.
You may want to read these parchments carefully. Your time is already running out. ]
Instructions and Rules ☆ Q&A ☆ Ingredients and Turn-In ☆ Winners and Consequences ☆ Endgame
When: Day 4, morning
Where: The Witch's House
[ Something is amiss.
The jungle goes still, unsettling in its silence. Not a leaf shudders and not a beast makes a sound, as if everything alive outside is holding its breath in dead… or anticipation?
All of the lights on the Aurora begin to flicker. And while at first it may seem as though it is simply the beginnings of another power outage, the notion is quickly chased by the entire train abruptly swaying and shuddering-- as if something seized hold of it and started shaking it from the outside.
Come hither, Heroes. Prove thy worth.
If you step outside you will see it. There, sitting just in sight of the train, is a place that most certainly had never been there before. Or had it always been there?
Based on the outside, it seems like a place that no one has lived in for quite some time. The wooden shutters on the windows are barely hanging, rotting from age. The stones that make up the house look weathered and are covered in moss. The roof is missing shingles, any plantlife around the building appears to be dead . . . and yet the chimney has smoke coming out of it.
The air around the house seems to waver and the darkness of the world seems to be drawn, to gather around its worn silhouette.
Likewise, whether by compulsion or sheer curiosity, you are also drawn towards the house.
Entering is simple enough. You need only go through the front door to enter your first Trial. As you enter a voice greets you from nowhere, ]
“Welcome, children. This is the real beginning of your journey. Let’s see how strong you truly are. Oh, but do be careful, and . . . “
[ There is a chuckle. ]
“Don’t die. ♥”
[ The house that you entered is no longer a house. Rather, it is a moonlit clearing, with vegetation surrounding reminiscent to the jungle you just left. Around you, you may hear the familiar sounds of the beasts. They wait for you. They wait for you to fall so that they may feast.
But the beasts are the least of your concerns. As soon as you enter this clearing you feel it-- a burning hot sensation, the world spinning around you, and a sick twisting feeling in your gut.
You know immediately. You are sick. You’ve been poisoned.
Lining the edges of the clearing are seven cauldrons, and around each of them a circle of flowers growing in seven different colors. At the center of the clearing is a similar circle, in the middle of which lies a book full of blank pages, a collection of feathered pens, and a knife of which the handle is inlaid with a beautiful earthy gemstone.
To each cauldron is pinned a piece of parchment that reads “antidote” before a list of ingredients scrawled in a muddled mess of handwritings.
You may want to read these parchments carefully. Your time is already running out. ]
Instructions and Rules ☆ Q&A ☆ Ingredients and Turn-In ☆ Winners and Consequences ☆ Endgame
no subject
❥ the color of temptation
❥ a handmade gift
❥ the story yet written
❥ something willingly given
❥ the blood of thine ally]
If you can offer any ideas as to what might be the color of "temptation", I would appreciate it. [The others are pretty simple... probably.] Is there anything I can do for you?
no subject
What would be associated with temptation? Perhaps gold or silver?
For me, I might as well try to find the color of passion.
no subject
My first thought was orange, so perhaps gold is the closest we will get to finding the answer. For passion, though... hm. The color of passionflowers?
[
Looks at Jusis's hair.
Tugs a lock of his own hair into his face so he can look at it.
Looks back at Jusis.
...Maybe this part won't be so hard...]