Event Nine.

[awashmods]

Thus, on Life’s gloomy sea, Heareth the marinere Voices sweet, from far and near, Ever singing in his ear, “Here is rest and peace for thee!”

t's a dark night, and the sounds of feet in the darkness are further dampened and hidden by even more magic, as they are lured away by the soft sounds of dreams that are too good to be true, leaving the Town much, much emptier than when it began. On one side, an island, and a ticking clock to a gruesome death. On the other, the slow realization that those bonds everyone has been forging might mean much, much more than they first thought. Welcome to Awash's ninth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Please be sure to very clearly mark where your characters are in your prompts, so people know which they can tag depending on which group they are in. Thank you!

Comments

[lonered]

...hey! That's pretty great.

[Magic. Keith will never understand it, but it definitely has its uses. He watches to see if the wood will take. It's damp, so it's hardly going up like an inferno. But still, as the spell fades he's pretty sure something is at least smoldering.]

I think that's a start.

[oathkeeper]

[Sora even tries to get down on his knees to blow some air on the smouldering wood.]

Come on... [Puff. Puff!!] You can do it...!!

[Cheering on that little fire will work, right?]