I’ll take my throne, lay it on a mountain

[achievementhunter]

Who: Our volunteer mountaineers
What: Two parties split up to scale the mountain from two sides, planning to meet at it’s peak. Shenanigans occur along the way.
When: September 13th to 16th
Where: Group 1: G3, H2, G2 || Group 2: F3, F2, G2
Warnings: Please note any warnings in your subject headers!


Word spreads quickly in a small community such as this. What was originally intended to be a small party turned into something much larger- and on the day Chara planned to leave for the mountain, it’s not one, but two parties that make off for it’s peak.

Group 1, led by Chara, moves off during the early hours of the morning, seeking to search the furthest part of the mountain by following the river upwards. The path is longer and more winding- however, they are unhampered in when they can travel.

Group 2, led by Ardyn, takes off after the sun has set- due to the needs of multiple members to avoid the sun’s harsh glare. Their route takes them up the closest side of the mountain, which provides an easier path- however, they may only travel whilst the sun is set.

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OOC: Welcome to the mountaineering open post! Keep in mind the following;

♆ RNG was happily done blind by our wonderful Guzma mun, with our animals RNG'd by Wade Wilson's! Thank them both for all your misfortune.

♆ Prompts have been provided for each group below! Simply toplevel wherever you wish and treat this like a normal open post!

♆ Since each group will generally be in close contact with one another, consider asking others if you can threadjack here and there; nothing says team-building like being a nosy parker.

Comments

[prettypurpleparlor]

Well, I'd say that's encouraging, if nothing else- your prior knowledge has been helpful so far.

[She still remembers enough of their talk on the beach for that.]

Is there anything else in particular you think it might be important to know about that?

[postictal]

Yeah. Death isn't cheap.

[One hand coasts up to his chest, briefly, to run fingertips down the center of his ribcage. The place where his soul apparently resides, not that he would have guessed he had one without that additional bit of evidence - the part where being stabbed through it was enough to untether him from the Castle in the Mist for months on end.]

[Months.]

Back in the Castle, people turned into...shadows, when they died. You had to take care of the shadow to bring 'em back.

[...]

Sometimes.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She listens seriously, curious about what he means by 'shadows' but suspecting she'd be bringing up unkind memories if he asks. The general meaning is clear enough in any case: death might not be permanent, but it's not harmless either.]

Noted. Hopefully we won't have to test that here any time soon...

[postictal]

[Boy, funny she should say that.]

...

Yeah. Let's hope not.