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paradisalogs2014-11-17 06:24 pm
lord_wizard) wrote in paradisalogs2014-11-17 06:24 pm
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Mineas Well Revisited
Who: Felix and anyone on the expedition
What: Exploring Mineas Well
When: November 17th-18th
Where: Mineas Well
Rating: PG
After days of walking in the dense woods, the group eventually came across a slightly grown over but clear path leading through the trees, courtesy of marked circles on the towering trees all around them. Many of the trees seems filled with some kind of strange fruit, though they seem rather grey and unappetizing to look at, and the wizard leading the group only stares at them with an frown. Those who have been here may before may recall these were once glowing tubular creatures that came alive at night. But now they seem dead, or at least dormant. Early after setting out this day, they come across a large hand-made gate, absent of any fence to connect to it, sitting just slightly ajar in the middle of the path. A sign to one side reads "PRIVATE PROPERTY: To all uninvited guests:
please ring the bell to speak to a messenger. Thank you." A cord extending from the branches above seems to indicate it leads to such a bell. After a moment of consideration, Felix pulls it, and it rings softly in the quiet. After a few long beats, nothing at all happens. Sighing, Felix pushed past the gate with a slight shove, and towards the clearing on the other side...
...and the enormous tree on the other side, many hundreds of feet tall, with several levels of tree house built into the different sections of it's branches. Unlike last time, it seems a bit to dim here. Too quiet.
EXPLORING | STAYING THE NIGHT | THE MORNING
What: Exploring Mineas Well
When: November 17th-18th
Where: Mineas Well
Rating: PG
After days of walking in the dense woods, the group eventually came across a slightly grown over but clear path leading through the trees, courtesy of marked circles on the towering trees all around them. Many of the trees seems filled with some kind of strange fruit, though they seem rather grey and unappetizing to look at, and the wizard leading the group only stares at them with an frown. Those who have been here may before may recall these were once glowing tubular creatures that came alive at night. But now they seem dead, or at least dormant. Early after setting out this day, they come across a large hand-made gate, absent of any fence to connect to it, sitting just slightly ajar in the middle of the path. A sign to one side reads "PRIVATE PROPERTY: To all uninvited guests:
please ring the bell to speak to a messenger. Thank you." A cord extending from the branches above seems to indicate it leads to such a bell. After a moment of consideration, Felix pulls it, and it rings softly in the quiet. After a few long beats, nothing at all happens. Sighing, Felix pushed past the gate with a slight shove, and towards the clearing on the other side...
...and the enormous tree on the other side, many hundreds of feet tall, with several levels of tree house built into the different sections of it's branches. Unlike last time, it seems a bit to dim here. Too quiet.
EXPLORING | STAYING THE NIGHT | THE MORNING
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Ashura watched his fingers, looking to their relation to Cair Paradisa.
"Do you think when winter passes we should seek them out?" He asked him. It would be a tough journey, he did not doubt, but maybe there was something there that could explain not only this but their own predicament.
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"Winter is a poor time for walking around in the Dead Zone. However...I do still have that key..."
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He glanced at him, humming softly as he tapped his fingers against his arms, debating.
"You think we should use it to a place we have never seen?" He pondered. "Though I suppose it would negate a dangerous trip through the Dead Zone.."
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He turned to face Ashura more fully.
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Ashura nodded, watching him. He rose and came closer, wrapped in his thicker traveling robes against the bite of a settling winter.
"Well, that gives us the winter to decide, at least," he said, crossing his arms for more warmth. "Shall we ask the others what they think we might do? It would affect us all, after all."
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Fear ruled so much of what he did, after all. And not just in this one path.