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

[organfarm]

[ Oh geez. Jion ends up grimacing slightly at Cairmgorn's explanation -- it's one thing to hear about a war or something, but hearing about a whole species that harvests another species just for frivolous accessories is brutal. ] Man, you say that so casually ...

[ Still, if Cairmgorn's going to go past it so breezily, he figures maybe he shouldn't dwell either? ]

Oh, um. I'm in the army, but I'm a medic. [ He tucks his gun back in its holster. ] So I do know how to fight, but it's not my specialty. And it's not like I ever learned how to use a sword, so. Um, so I guess I should really thank you. [ Jion gives an awkward smile. ] And sorry for making trouble for you. I guess you can handle yourself, so it really was kinda unnecessary.

[unghost]

[ They're lucky they already know the concept of what a medic is and don't have to go the extra mile asking him what that's supposed to be. Now it makes a little more sense, his clumsy but still sort of capable way that he's going about fighting... ]

I'll overlook it. [ Is their response to his apology, shaking their head. ] Like I said, just don't do it again.

[ As long as the lesson's learned, they guess they don't have to be a hardass about it. They make a small mental note about this person, wondering to themself about what kind of war he is fighting... ]

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