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Originally Posted by Monique Bernard  Monique continued blindly down the cave. Then she saw a faint glow. She hurried toward the source. After turning a corner she it - a fireseed bush! She walked around the bush examining it. What would be her best course of action? She knew that the bush was too hot to touch, but she also knew she had to act quickly or the seeds would disappear.
She spotted a lower branch protruding from the rest of the bush to the ground. Perfect. Now all she had to do was break off the branch. She looked around for something that could be of use, but the area was empty.
*le sigh*
She knew what she had to do. She just wished there was some other way.
She took off her precious shoe and with it began beating at the branch until it broke loose. It plopped to the floor of the cave. Luckily some seeds were still attached to the branch. That would make things easier on her.
Using the heel of her shoe she drug the branch toward her and away from the rest of the bush. Taking off her jacket she waved it over the branch. She was glad she gave in to wearing a jacket this morning - she almost hadn't.
After a little bit she decided to check on the cooling progress. She hesitantly reached toward a lone seed that must have dropped when she hit the bush to break of a branch. She didn't feel any heat radiating from it. She then touched the seed. It was, to her relief, cool. She gathered a handful of the loose seeds and stuffed them in her jacket pocket. She had no idea if she would need them later or not. They were used in potions. Maybe she had to brew a potion later...
She then put on her jacket, grabbed her fireseed stick, and slowly continued on her way. Hopefully your shoe and jacket were not prized possessions. If your shoe was made of something that could melt, you'll likely have a hard time putting it back on, as the heat will have distorted it after the amount of time it was used to beat the bush. But it shouldn't be too terrible to continue sans one shoe. As for your jacket... small singes and tiny holes have formed from its proximity to the bush.
But you have your seeds. The way before you lit at least a bit by your fireseeds, you see a fork in the cave. To the right, a cacophony of sound echoes off the walls, its source yet unseen. The dischord crescendos and speeds before disappearing from notice. It then begins again. To the left, a partial cave-in and silence. If you linger too near the left, however, a foul smell reaches your nostrils. It is pungent: the kind of smell that sticks in your head.
Choose your way carefully. There is no telling whether you can retrace your steps. Quote:
Originally Posted by Brielle Lambert In an odd way, the clutch of Fire Seeds, eight in each palm, have a cooling affect on the girls singed palms.
"Idiot!" Brielle mutters, berating herself for her stupidity in grabbing the hot branches. However she decides to move on from it, she forcibly forgets her mistake, she needs to concentrate.
Walking down the stone tunnel, all concept of time is lost, the French Girl is unsure how long she has been in the cave for. It could have been two hours, it could have been twenty minutes. All she can do is carrying on.
The ground is lumpy underfoot, the light of the fire seeds, show her the rough terrain she is traversing. However it is not the floor beneath her that concerns her, but rather the fork up ahead.
Coming to a stop, Brielle looks into the two tunnel openings. The one on the left is partially caved-in, a sign the girl does not like. Looking at the ceiling of the cave, she tries to see whether or not it looks stable, a further cave-in would do more than just make her lose the tournament, it could kill her.
Studying the interior, Brielle sniffs the air, follow your nose the adventure book had said, but instantly Brielle wishes she had not breathed in at all.
"Mon Dieu!" She cries, putting her face into her jacket sleeve. A foul stench wafts on the air, with the smallest breath has trapped the hideous odour in her lungs. She retches trying to expel the smell, but it is no use.
The cave's have decided for her; Right it is.
Until...
As she turned her body to enter, Brielle was knocked back by the an earth-shattering sound, the noises echo in the darkness, rattling her brain. Unable to use her hands, due to them holding the seeds, Brielle is unable to cover her ears. All she can do is stand there and listen.
Silence. As quick as the sound had come, it was gone.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she goes to move on again, however the sound erupts once more, "Non!" she cries. She has to choice a way, and fast. She is between a rock, a hard place and one that smells like death. She goes with her gut, not her head, with a battle cry, Brielle takes off running into the echoing chamber.
There was no way in heaven she going to take that smell over a bit of a headache. As you walk, the source of the sound eventually makes itself apparent. Honking daffodils. Noisy, to be sure, but harmless. Unless, of course, you value your eardrums.
As you proceed further through the tunnel, you come across an area that is, for the most part, quite sparse. There are a few patches of grass scattered here and there, but nothing is thickly, grown, or settled. Then suddenly, the surroundings change, and although the area is very dark and it’s difficult to see, a few creepers and tendrils can clearly be seen. As you walk a little closer, you can see that there aren’t just a few creepers and tendrils, but there are many, and all are blocking every single way around the plant that lies before you. There’s no other way out than to figure out what you’ve come across and to find the solution to getting past it. Quote:
Originally Posted by Jermaine Rousseau Jermaine made his way further into the cave keeping one hand on the wall and the other in front of him. Sensing something strange behind him he turned just in time to see the opening to the cave close. Oh this was not good, not good at all. Now not only was he unarmed in a cave that houses Merlin knows what surrounded by total darkness, there was also no turning back. Of course knowing his wand was somewhere in that cave there was no way he was turning back. He was determined to get his wand back.
Standing there in the pitch black he couldn't even see his hand in front of his face. Listening for anything that may help him all he hears is the pounding of his heart. Knowing he will never find his wand if he just stands there he continues further into the blackness.
Searching for things in his mind to give him hope and inspiration to get through this task he suddenly remembers his dear Aunt Genevieve who has been blind since she was a child yet gets through every day of her life not seeing a thing. Stopping in his tracks he closes his eyes and mentally imagines himself being blind and walking in darkness every day. 'Zis is for you Tante Genevieve.' he thinks as he opens his eyes and proceeds forward with thoughts of his aunt helping him 'see' the way.
After what seemed like hours (but was in reality only a couple of minutes) of feeling his way along the cold, damp cave his heart started to race again when he noticed a glow in the not so far off distance.
Could it be the glow radiating off his beautifully polished wand?
Rushing towards the light he is slightly disappointed to see that it is not his wand. Right, he should have known that it would not be that easy to get to his wand. However he is delighted to see that it is a fireseed bush. A bush that has light... and lots of heat.
Looking around the area he tries to find something that can help him utelize the light from the bush since it is total darkness again not far past the bush. There has to be a way for him to get the light from the bush so he can take it with him as he ventures deeper into the cave. Spotting what appears to be a stick on the ground (maybe a broken branch off the bush) he gives it a little nudge with his foot before picking it up... just in case it isn't a stick but maybe a snake instead. Relieved that it is indeed just a stick he picks it up. Now what to do with it? The only logical thing he can do...
Beat the bush with it.
Whack... Whack... Whack...
Hot seeds start to fall from the bush as he hits it with the stick. Seeds that are glowing, seeds that he will be able to take with him... once they are cool enough to touch that is. Once he feels he has beat the bush enough plenty of seeds he starts to gather them together in one area. Using the stick he eventually gets them all together.
Now to wait for them to cool.
Starting to get a little impatient with the waiting he puts his hand just above the seeds to see if he can still feel heat coming from them. Yep, still some heat there. Probably not enough to burn his hands but enough that it would be uncomfortable to carry them. If only he had something he could put them in.
Tugging on the scarf he has around his neck he gets an idea. He wraps the scarf around his hand and scoops up the seeds. Feeling the slight warmth through the scarf he holds his hand out in front of him. The light may not be the brightest but it is enough to help him see where he is going. Praying the glow of the seeds doesn't go out too quickly he moves on deeper into the cave and hopefully closer to his wand.
He would have to remember to thank Rhea later for the scarf that was now helping him complete this task. Hopefully, the stick wasn't covered with some of that muggle poison ivy. If it was, the heat will certainly cause a rash almost immediately. The scarf smokes a bit from the heat of the seeds.
The way before you lit at least a bit by your fireseeds, you see a fork in the cave. To the right, a cacophony of sound echoes off the walls, its source yet unseen. The dischord crescendos and speeds before disappearing from notice. It then begins again. To the left, a partial cave-in and silence. If you linger too near the left, however, a foul smell reaches your nostrils. It is pungent: the kind of smell that sticks in your head.
Choose your way carefully. There is no telling whether you can retrace your steps. Quote:
Originally Posted by Noel Laurent Picking up his jacket carefully, he held the little nest of fireseeds in his arms, making sure there was no hole or opening at the bottom of the light blue jacket for the seeds to fall out of. It seemed fine for now and with the little nest of glowing seeds cradled in his arms, Noel let out a slow confident breath and continued down the path, thankful that the jacket seemed to be unharmed. Then again, there wasn’t all that much light in the cave and he could be wrong. It could be burning to pieces, but no smell alerted him to such a thing.
Making the slight twist in the cave before setting off further, once again, he could only hear his breathing and sliding footsteps on the ground. However, he was beginning to become more aware of how loud he was being. His confidence had grown after getting the fireseeds which caused his breathing to become a bit quieter, though the sliding of his careful footsteps, the rustling of his clothes and his own loud drumming of his heartbeat was beginning to worry him. He didn’t know what could be lurking in these caves. Creatures that live in the dark, magic that was left from years past, cliffs and edges…
He could not hold the fireseeds out further in front of himself for fear of having them fall, nevertheless, the little light that he was being given was a great comfort. He could see at least where his feet were going and anything that was coming up a few feet in front of him. Even if it wasn’t enough, it was good enough for now. Perhaps he should have taken more seeds. There couldn’t be more then eleven or twelve in the small nest. Should he go back? Get more?
Slowing down his turtle pace to a stop, his shining blue eyes looked downward to the glowing seeds before casting a glance to the way he came just came. There was still the faintest glow from the seeds he had left behind. Frowning and creasing his forehead in thought, his gaze turned back to the seeds before looking towards the path he was going. No, he wasn’t going back. He was wasting time as it was thinking this over and he needed to keep moving forward. Making up his mind, Noel set off for the way he was going, cradling the seeds even more to not only to keep the light close, but to keep his arms warm as well. Stiff, cold arms would do him no help if he had to defend himself in the cave. It did not take much longer for his ears to pick up a new noise. One that he was sure wasn’t being created by him. It was loud, holding no particular rhythm to it, and seems as though is was matching his own thoughts; confused, not knowing what to do.
Moments later, the glow of the seeds picked up to large shadows in his path, a fork in the cave; but nothing held his attention more then the loud ruckus going on to the side. The noise was harsh almost, growing louder then softer, quicker then slower, before stopping completely. Peering to the way of the right, where the noise was coming from, he stretched his head forward and squinted again as if that would show him what was making the noise. Unsure of the right path, he hesitantly took the steps towards the left, hearing no noises coming from here. Was it safe? No. It wasn’t. Just as he took a few more steps towards the left fork, a foul stench filled his nose, causing him to scrunch up his nose and take a step back, trying to get it away from him. But it seemed as if just stepping up to the smell, it stuck to his clothes. "C'est horrible." He muttered, coughing as his lungs seemed to close from the foul smell. The wizard moved further away from the left side and towards the right, resisting the urge to hold his arms up to cover his mouth as he coughed, only to be startled and jump in surprise when the loud noises started up again. He would not be able to cover his nose and hold the fireseeds at the same time without difficulty. There was only one way he had to go.
Heaving a sigh as some slightly fresh air filled his lungs, Noel turned around and went down the right side. He would rather face whatever the noise was then to risk losing his light source. The source of the sound eventually makes itself apparent. Honking daffodils. Noisy, to be sure, but harmless. Unless, of course, you value your eardrums.
As you proceed further through the tunnel, you come across an area that is thick with massive plants in the shape of an umbrella. Plants with long, swaying tentacles are growing in large quantities on the walls of the tunnel. The plants closely resemble Devil’s Snare, but as you get a little closer, you can clearly see that those tentacles don’t belong to a Devil’s Snare but to something that looks almost just like it. You can see fairly well, but as soon as you take a few steps forward, the pathway begins to drop sharply into the dark, and you can no longer see the bottom of the cave floor. To proceed forward, you must go down---but how? Just jumping will result in broken bones.
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