Week 3, Thursday: Burgoswald Woods

[sootprints]

Curfew time.

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[turbulency]

[ THEY JUST GET TO SPEND THE NIGHT WITH THE GIANT MAN EATING SPIDERS? Great.

Anyway, since they get teleported here with no explanation, he's going to be pretty concerned. ]

The hell?

[marauderprincess]

[ Oh goody ]

So much for sleep.

[turbulency]

[ Presses hand to the barrier. ]

We'll probably be put to sleep whether we like it or not.

[marauderprincess]

[ With the spiders??? She's just going to pull out her useless mana blade. ]

Think we should try to find somewhere safe?

[recession]

[ It's because everyone kept drinking the damn treeblood...

Anyway Daan appears to have somewhat more or less given up the idea of struggling. He just sits on a log and is, well, this vibe. ]

[concoctive]

[ reaching to set his hand on daan's shoulder once he's done trying to beat the barrier down, squeezing. ]

Not the greatest situation in the world, but we know where we gotta go. And I've done my fair share of campin' before.

[recession]

I could frankly do with less of it...

[ He dislikes camping so much he chose indoor locations every single time for a reason. The last time he went exploring any woods, it uhhh ended terribly for him. ]

[concoctive]

I'd love to deal with less trees, to be honest with ya. And I thought... well, doesn't matter what I thought with the dogwood, I guess.

Maybe somebody took too much from 'em.

[concoctive]

[ well, once they're teleported here, alfyn is startled, processing, scanning the faces here - and then he's heading towards the visible, solid barrier to go smack his axe into it a few times to try and leave. he knows it's futile! because the fog doesn't let them leave, why would this! but he tries anyways.




eventually, though, he stops and can be seen holding his axe proper. his expression is grim and unhappy, and he's keeping watch of the area to strike down any spiders that decide they want to come scampering into wherever the group decides to set up camp for the night. ]

[marauderprincess]

[ she's going to wait until he stops before she comes over to put a hand on his arm. ]

[concoctive]

[ he's certainly tense right now, working his jaw.

but he gives her a small, grateful look at the touch, taking a deep breath. ]

... if we can get to the center of the woods, we'll be safe from the spiders. Where the lantern and the gravestone are.

[sootprints]

[ gets phased in, immediately tries to leave. bangs her little baby palms on the fog barrier. ]

No! Why did we...

[ why the horrible spider forest????? ]

[recession]

If it's like any other Thursday, I don't think that's going to do anything...

[sootprints]

But it's not like any other Thursday!

[marauderprincess]

[ oh no Kate ]

I don't know. Where were you before this?

[sootprints]

Back in the village.

[concoctive]

[ setting his hand gently between her shoulders, before or after they've meandered off, sympathetic and understanding all at once. ]

[sootprints]

[ she pauses to acknowledge it, and quietly comes along to join him and the others in making camp. ]

[haematocritical]

[ oh he does not look happy. ]

[recession]

[ Camping time, man. Congrats. ]

[haematocritical]

[ he doesn't want to camp!!!! ]

[marauderprincess]

[ hewwo ]

[haematocritical]

[ hewwo. he’s glaring at the fog. ]

[sootprints]

[ mood. ]

[haematocritical]

[ :angy: ]