Event Fourteen.

[awashmods]

Roses bloom and cease to be, But we shall the Christ-child see.

t's very, very cold. It's cold enough that you'll see your breath fog in the air before you, that goosebumps appear on your arms and legs and a chill goes up your spine. You're inside, in a huge palace with sweeping arches and rooms, but it's no real shelter from the cold -- it's just as cold inside as out. There's a throne room, a kitchen, various rooms and even a dungeon to be explored -- and outside, a frigid, frozen garden, a lake that's naturally frozen over, and miles, and miles of snow as far as the eye can see. But be careful while you explore. The snowflake soldiers are naturally dangerous, but even more dangerous than that...there's that creeping sensation of numbness going up your arm, a pang through your chest, and the slow, slow freezing from the inside out. Try not to leave any of your friends behind, okay? Even if they might look a bit too uncannily like some of the statues hanging around for decoration when they're frozen over. Welcome to Awash's fourteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs for this event, but please keep in mind the lack of laptop function during this event when it comes to forum posts! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

Comments

[neronian]

[ Nero nods, agreeing wholeheartedly. She attempts to reach out and pat one of his biceps, not out of lust or wanting to feel him up or anything, but just as a gesture of acknowledgement. ]

Indeed, indeed! They were not very hardy at all, and some turn into snow to escape at the first chance they get. I question their notion of chivalry.

[ It's like she's dealing with snow monsters in Christmas events all over again!! ]

[lacrimose]

[Feel him up all you want tbh, here's here for it. He nods and cracks his knuckles.]

Right. What do we have to do to get a good fight around here, with only pushovers around?

[neronian]

[ She nods. So he is both kind and yet itching for a fight. Well, it makes sense. The kind of fighting, of proving skill, is the exact thing that spurs people on in sporting events and the like. ]

Well, I have seen that there are many strong fighters around here, who are not the knights, as well. [ For the most part. ] Ah, if only there were a colosseum here! It would not do to let our skills rust and dull.

[lacrimose]

A colosseum... You mean like the one in Rome? --That's a city in my world.

[He hastily adds that last part as an explanation, since he tends to forget everyone is from different places. Even if they share concepts, it doesn't mean the worlds are identical.]

[neronian]

[ A place near and dear to her heart. A city. Not an empire anymore. The mere mention of Rome leaving his lips gets her to perk up, a tint of nostalgia in her eyes. It disappoints her a bit, to hear that Rome isn't quite what it was in its heyday, but she understands that all things rise and fall, and really, still remaining on the Earth as a city is hardly the worst fate to befall it. ]

Yes, exactly! When great martial or sporting competitions are held, the cheer of the crowds, calling your name, and the excitement in the air know no equal.

[ It sounds like it might be the same for him, to indulge in competition, proving one's skills so, in friendly bouts. She'd like nothing more than to wax poetic of the beauty of Rome sometime, but that might out her, so she somehow manages to keep it on the down low. Kind of. Somehow. ]

Have you ever been? To Rome, or any sort of colosseum?