The Heroes of Light vs. The Sakura Forest (round 1)

[littlemhigan]

Who: Everyone who signed up!
When: October 10
Where: The Sakura forest
What: There's supposed to be an Eidolon here! Lets go find it!
Warnings/Notes: it's October and there are supposedly mimics in here.

This morning is damp and foggy, lingering swaths of mist a testament to the rapid changes in temperature that always seem a hallmark of the fall season. The sunlight is still too new to burn it away, and the world seems hazy and lavender.

It would be beautiful, if it wasn’t so eerie. Perhaps it’s simply the morning chill, but skin prickling up to gooseflesh seems to be a common occurrence amongst the gathered crowd, and Castor herself, standing at the head and sorting people into teams, is not immune to this.

Behind her stands the southwestern edge of the Sakura forest. The fog within seems particularly dense, and as it diffuses the morning light, the forest seems almost otherworldly; a glimpse at something fey and unknowable and eternal. It’s likewise eerily quiet; even accounting for the fog smothering all but the closest noise, there are no audible signs of life from within the forest’s boundaries.

If the hair on the back of your neck is slowly raising, you’re probably not alone in that, either.

“Alright!” Castor calls, once she’s finished organizing people, “That should be the lot’ve ye! We don’t know what all’s about in there, and I’ve had word that the local wildlife has been ornery of late, so keep yer wits about ye, and stay close te your mates!

“I’ve given each of ye a handful of ribbon…” she pauses to hold up a handful of her own, a cheery red that somehow looks ominous in this atmosphere. “A colour te each team! Use ‘em to mark yer way in; I don’t want te have te go fishin’ fer lost souls when all’s said and done, and if ye find somethin’ ye’ll leave an easy way back.

“I’d advise ye sort someone te keep an eye on the Slates. Twelve willin’ they work more’n ten fulms into the wood, stay in touch best ye can over the network. And don’t hesitate te turn back if ye feel things’re goin’ poorly fer you an’ yours. I’d rather ye come back alive and emptyhanded.”

Here she pauses again, seeming to count something out on her fingers. “I think that’s the last of what I’ve got te say. Try and be back ‘fore sundown, yeah?”


[ooc: And go! I will be endeavouring to reply to each party at least ONCE daily, regardless of who’s posted in the meantime (we’ll see how it goes)!]

Comments

[songbird_slayer]

Hmmm...

[She'd like to have a peek at the door itself, maybe any sort of etching that might have once been some manner of writing. Heck, even a symbol to give them some sort of clue as to what this door may have once led to.]

[littlemhigan]

((Lance has since dropped so we're going to assume he's just tagging along from here out.))

With the help of Red's mech, it's a simple task to clear enough of the rubble to expose the door. As he does, however the forest changes further; something heavy settles over the party, not unlike setting foot in a graveyard. The very air seems to come to a reverent silence.

Exposed, the doors drift open slightly, lacking the rocks that otherwise kept them sealed. A puff of cold, dry air follows and beyond them stretches a great hall, as dark and silent as a grave.

[modelcivilian]

[Red did a great job clearing the door... but there was something weird. If he was back home, 'instant regret' would be the best way of putting it between the door drifting slightly open, the cold air, and the deep silence.]

[Yup, uncomfortable chill down his spine... but it wasn't enough to fully drive him away either.]

Woah...

[mech_and_mutt]

[Well, that wasn't pleasant. Even with the danger of the cockatrices present, the forest at least felt alive; but now? Just... stillness and quiet. It was enough to make him almost miss that uncoordinated scramble a few minutes ago.

Well. Have armor, will travel.]

...Well, it's gotta be important, right?

[He'd be the first to step inside, but at least had the decency to keep the door held open.]

[doodlebuginette]

Marinette smiles and gives Red a thumbs up for the job well done, but before she can even consider celebrating, a chill seems to settle over the group.

So she turns back to the doors.

"Do we want to go in...?"