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Sailor Alcor - Senshi of Cold
7+6+2=13

Einhornhohle
6+3+8=17

Captain Amazonite: 8 + 5 = 13



[quote"[Mistress Morbid]"]

Ammersee

It wasn't ideal by any means; Ammersee could feel people moving around him but he held his ground. He expected them to collide with him but all they did was chill them as they passed by. He didn't want to look in the distance--he wanted to focus on being all right, for now.

...Only, it was really hard to miss the massive tent.

Mia Seidel*

RNG: 2 6 1 2

This was bad. Mia's arms were shaking with the strain of holding her on to the crumbling landscape around her. She really didn't want to find out what lay in the blackness of the abyss below, but unless she thought of something quickly she wouldn't have any choice but to pass a visit anyway. At least it wouldn't be on fire. Maybe she'd just fall forever.

Just as the last of the woman's grip was fading, a figure swung out of the orange-tinted ether. Adorea. Her new friend (because who could go through such an ordeal without calling the person you shared it with a friend) hurtled forward, pulling some complicated stunt that saw Mia flung upward and Adorea... in thin air. The historian hit the rocks roughly and on her stomach, but ignored her noodly limbs and forced herself to spin around. It was easy enough to see over the edge, it was crumbling toward her under the horse's hooves after all.

She caught a brief glimpse of her savior falling into the smoke and ash, then nothing. No. NO! Mia slammed a fist in hopeless frustration. For a moment she considered diving after Adorea, but that would just invalidate the heroic actions completely. The hellish realm had different ideas anyway.

Gouts of flame were erupting through the fissures in the earth, and through the intermittent flares of brightness Mia could see that she had been right about the carnival music: this was some kind of nightmare festival, complete with a burning big top tent. And over the top of the ignited structure crawled a scaled monster that seemed completely comfortable in the inferno. Wicked claws rent the land asunder, drawing thick flows of lava that bubbled and gurgled.

The heat and smoke became nearly unbearable, Mia's chest tightened as her lungs fought for air. In her distraction she missed a warning hiss of steam and caught a jet of fire directly over her shoulder, setting the fibers of her shirt aflame. Cursing loudly, the explorer rolled over and over to smother the searing blaze before it spread. She succeeded, but the angry red of her boiled skin on her upper arm left no question that she'd suffered lasting burns.

Despite all this, Mia's indignation churned even hotter than the boiling surroundings. She wasn't going to live after someone sacrificed themselves for her. She wouldn't. She'd save Adorea, she just needed a rope, something, and she'd jump right into that void. Shadowy figures seemed to be gathering about near the growing ravines, forming small crowds around what seemed to be ash-covered rocks. The historian barely spared them a glance, still looking for something to use as an anchor and line.

She'd lost sight of Ananke as well, but as far as she could tell the new acquaintance hadn't gone over the edge and had simply fled inward. Good, one less person to try and rescue. Others were shouting over the din, likely in the same situation she'd been in just moments before. One thing at a time. She'd rush to their rescue, right after she saved Adorea.

Lieutenant Rakovanite
Rolls: 10 + 2 + 3 + 8

What did any amount of powered abilities matter when Rakovanite could still be mercilessly shoved about by intangible shadows? They pushed him and others- Rakovanite could see them from the corners of his eyes- toward a plummeting abyss. And then, through no skill of his own, they weren't. The shadows behaved more like a mist, phasing through and around him as if it had never been anything more.

Rakovanite's dark gaze flicked about, head notching in the direction of other people suffering through the same madness he did. When he spun to glance back toward the chasm- there, Fettelite, and at the sight of him, Rakovanite felt only an undiluted disgust.

It didn't matter what Fettelite meant to him. This pitiful display was useless, and for all the fear he supposedly felt, his answer was to lay down and cry. What did he expect to accomplish? What was his goal in this action? Wasn't he afraid? Didn't he want to live? How would this solve that. Did he just expect that someone else would be there to solve the problem? Even if Fettelite was prepared to accept death, he could at least have some dignity. Some pride. This was how children behaved and why he had such a distaste for them when they did.

But this was just pitiful.

Pathetic.

Disgusting.

And Rakovanite was not a man abundant in pity. His steps were silent, long strides to bring him the few feet to Fettelite's side. He did not stoop so low as to touch him. "Get. Up," he commanded briskly, tone as quiet as ever, but injected with just a touch more venom for the disdain he felt toward this display. "Or I will leave you here and not look back."

There didn't seem to be much more to say. If they cared to live, they would need to do something, and there seemed to be some strategy in using the rubble and debris around them to smother the flames... There were already people around them working together to shove boulders onto the fires. And Rakovanite could physically see the effect of it working.

...But he would not help anyone who didn't try to help themselves. He folded his arms. "Are you going to do something, or are you going to do nothing?"

Kapoodles