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Riley tried, very hard, to look composed and in control when Jericho took flight. There was a mild sense of failure as she banged her face flat against the top of his neck, and held on tightly. Perhaps this wasn't her best plan, but it was still a good one.

When she felt they weren't rising up any further, she lifted her head to take a look around, and her eyes went wide. Trees, as far as the eye could see. More than she had expected, but still.. and there was their destination, far away. Too far. Who could know what lurked in wait on their path, ready to keep them from their goal?

She brushed long hands against Jericho's neck thoughtfully, but snatched them away when she felt the cold prickling against her own skin. Jericho, you're freezing. You must hate this. I'm sorry I'm not bigger. Her hand continued to try and bring what little warmth it could, but she knew it was a losing battle.

Below, she could still hear everyone clearly, as the wind whipped their voices upward to her ear in a whistling drone. She particularly caught Braum's voice, and his words brought a surge of desperation with them.

The plague doctor's mine. She practically hissed out to the entire group, a bit too forcefully. She regretted her words immediately, realizing she sounded angry, when she was just protecting her priorities. In a much more non-chalant voice, she murmured. I mean. I'll start a group with Maladore. Anyone else?

((1-10 = shift))

Damn this forest was a lot bigger than he had hoped. And their destination was nothing but a tiny dot of light in his eyes. This wasn't very good news to him.

"D-don't worry about it..." he clattered to Riley. Oh but how he wished to be curled up around his treasure heap in his hot cave right about now, "I n-need to land. It's t-too damn c-cold up here."

Aside from the discomfort, it was hard to control his wings properly when he was loosing feeling in them. He would rather not drop out of the sky here, especially not with someone on board. So, as carefully as he could, he descended back down until he touched down with the ground once more. It wasn't much better down there, but if there was one thing the trees were good for, it was to help keep the biting wind off his scales.

"I c-can fly back up now and th-then to check progress.." he mumbled. The weather was rather irritating, but he found it hard to be completely pissed off here.

Folding his wings, he glanced about at the group again as it seemed they were starting to split off into groups. He didn't have any particular preferences, but since Riley was already mounted up on him he figured he'd probably stick by her.

Well... that aside, he didn't really want to be grouped off with the drunk siren. The guy already managed to get the dragon to punch him once. It probably wouldn't do to be provoked into attacking someone else here again with these JOYFUL creatures around.

"Hey, just telling the truth," he replied with an easy tone to the wraith, judging by his tone that the conversation wasn't about to go any further. Which turned out to be good timing, it seemed, because at that moment a brief 'bark' sounded a few feet away, Nuk directing his attention towards it. Shehk stared back at him, looking as pathetic as she possibly could where she stood in the snow, a little pile of it resting on the tip of her bone-exposed nose. "What?" he replied a little bewilderedly, quirking an eyebrow in her direction. He wasn't really sure what she wanted... it was hard to tell anything just from the way she was looking at him, other than the fact that she was clearly not very happy.

Then again, when was Shehk ever happy at him? When he brought her a squirrel, that was when. They could only hope there was a cute fluffy squirrel-hostile that was ready to attack them, because in that case they would be completely set.

Staring for a few more seconds at the Pricolici, Nukpana finally gave in to his instincts, stepping a little closer and bending down to pick the silver wolf-creature up, her weight very little strain on the blood-ball player. Still, it made for an interesting scene -- a half-morphed skinwalker, a giant bazooka-snowgun over one shoulder, carrying a rather large canine with a bell in her mouth. If Shehk didn't want people to think she was into him, this was not the way to do it.

Glancing up at the form of the dragon and tentacle-girl at Riley's mental touch, Nuk smirked a bit, his gaze shifting between her and the Plague Doctor with teasing look. "Touchy~" He really wanted to say something about them sitting in trees, but at the moment, that sounded more like a threat than a tease.

Corbin's eyes raised to the flying dragon, the Mindflayer riding high as she forced her thoughts into the group's minds below. That was fine with him, Corbin didn't mind where he went. If their group was going to take the Plague Doctor and the Wraith was any good at picking up subtle social signals, that would then mean the Raum and Mindflayer would not be on the same team so it seemed the birds would be sticking together in an awkward flock after all.

Then came the scream.

His hands quickly reached up to cover his feathered ears, eyes clenching shut at the Siren's terrible wail before he calmed down. Without warning, he was then pulled into a tight hug by the blue bird, scrunched against the demon raven as well. Worming his face out of the Siren's neck, he managed a quiet "Please stop screaming," before patting him on the shoulder.

Well, at least body heat was warming. The cold was beginning to seep into his scratches and it wasn't making things anymore comfortable, that was for sure.

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"Wow that was a nice one, here lemme try too!"
The friendly tree thinks that this is some kind of game, and swings it branches at you in an alarming fashion.

HP: 3
Damage done: -4

West leaned over to retrieve his EXTREME SNOWBALL LAUNCHER 5000, eyes widening as he felt something lean against his back. For a drunk tree, this thing was surprisingly... gentle. Too bad it still had to die.

"I'M DOIN' THIS!" he yelled, planting the snow cannon of epicness on the ground and bracing it over his shoulder as he pulled what he hoped was the trigger.

"TIM-BER YA b*****d!"

West's HP: 25 - (initial tree damage 3) - (snowball launcher recoil 2) = 20
Peppermint Schnapps Tree's HP: 0

edit: finally fixed on 12/17 because i can't subtract :B

Night stared as the tree inched over to the Avarice demon.

"Good luck buddy boy!" Night stood on the side lines and watched from afar....