>>6229763It’s only after you put your plan into motion that you remember the potion’s stored in a glass bottle… by the time you realize your impending mistake, however, TT has already chomped through it like it was rock candy!
As her shrill shrieks of anguish pierce the forested valley around you, you stay at your injured amiga’s side throughout the entirety of her healing process, which goes about as well as trying to brush a rabid raccoon’s teeth.
The Thunderwalker so generously carrying you eventually slows down, and as it settles into a new resting place with a quake that reverberates for miles around, you and your pals take the opportunity to disembark.
“Mitaar’s Light…” Volka remarks, the Skog’s voice hushed in lingering awe as you make your way down the side of the until recently-moving mountain, “A real Thunderwalker… nice of ‘em ta’ save us some walking time, huh?”
“<span class="mu-i">Eeuuughh…</span>” Groans TT, the poor thing’s arms barely wrapped around your neck as she shivers like a leaf in a storm, “<span class="mu-i">N-neat….</span>”
“Wise indeed for a <span class="mu-i">BEAST</span>...” Rezalith sniffs as she hovers along, keeping pace with Volka’s lengthy strides, “It knew better than to incur my wrath… unlike some of the other mouthbreathers in this insipid little world of yours!”
“No need ta’ worry about that,” Shrugs the Skog as her tail pats the path behind her, “They’re friendly critters to a fault: some of ‘em don’t even move when people mine their backs!” Her face scrunches up in thought. “That’s what Morook used ta’ tell me, at least. Kinda sad, now that I think about it…”
“‘Pathetic’ is the word <span class="mu-i">I</span> would use!” Sneers Rezzie, as if the mountain could still hear her taunts! “What good is all that power if you don’t use it? Hells, if <span class="mu-i">I</span> was that big, I’d…”
As the demon regales you with all of the horrible deeds she’d commit if she was indeed <span class="mu-i">that</span> big, you notice the path is changing beneath your boots…
>The brush is thinner as some sort of divot forms at your feet… is this a path?>Mud squelches under every step–the foul-smelling muck rising up to your ankles…>The air around you grows heavy and muggy with heat as wisps of steam leap from the ground and tickle your legs beneath your robe…>Your trek once again takes you higher, and before long you feel the same crunch of frost and the nip of cold on your cheeks that you felt in Crossroads…That's it for tonight, by the way--didn't expect /qst/ to come back from the dead and I'm tired as crap. Expect some more updates on Saturday, okay? Glad to be back!
