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**The Narrator** · 09-23-2010, 02:07 AM

In a clearing somewhere in the midst of the Forbidden Forest, is a group of caves known as the "Fire Seed Caves." It is in these caves that the Champions' wands have been hidden. Champions must use their wits to navigate through the dark and survive unknown dangers to reclaim their wands. From the outside, there is no indication how deep or how large these caverns are, only darkness as you look into it. Each champion stands alone and will not see another person until they emerge.

One of the entrances to the cave stands before you. The Goblet chose you and so, enter you must.

ooc: Only Hogwarts Champions should post in this thread

**The Narrator** · 09-26-2010, 05:15 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

FINALLY.

Fletcher felt so accomplished at this moment in time. He grabbed his wand and put the cool, smooth, polished wood to his cheek. Eyes closed, he savored the feeling of being reconnected at last and then pulled it away from his face to examine it for any damages. Hmm. It looked okay... but was it really? Really? He gave it a few consoling kisses and strokes and then decided it was time to figure out a way outta here.

"Lumos," Fletcher (thought he) whispered, flicking his wand and aiming its bright, bright beam all around. He hadn't forgotten about his branch, but now he could duel-wield the light! Or at least until the poor branch lost all of its seeds.... it had been through the wringer tonight.

Fletcher bent down and blew on the few remaining seeds. Uh oh. He heard that telltale scuttling coming his way too. More bowtruckles. Brilliant. Fletcher was NOT going to feed all of them. No way no how.

He glanced down at the lily pads, then back up at the trees all around. The ones ahead were infested with more bowtruckles, most likely, and they seemed to be swinging too wildly for him to be able to do anything. Well. It looked like he was down to two options.... he'd try one first, now that he had his wand and all.

Swinging his bowtruckle-free tree, Fletcher swung back toward what looked like one of the sturdier lily pads. He slid down the edge of the roots, and then, right when he seemed to be directly over the center of the plant, he let go. Hopefully he'd fall more gently this time and then he could move on to step two of his exit strategy.

The lilypad, which bobbed in and out of the water before you landed on it, continues to do so. Wet. Very very wet.

There are lilypads and trees nearly all the way to shore as the water swirls.

What's next?

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Originally Posted by Ameh

Well. Either that wasn't good enough, or the trees weren't being controlled by the bowtruckles. Which meant that he was in trouble. Still... Raiden kept his eyes on that tree, lighting his wand again with a silent flick. Better to be able to see... the fireseeds were still attached to his arm, but the light from his wand was much, much brighter.

There wasn't much for it but to try the next tree. Waiting for it to swing back toward him, which was difficult to measure due to the now accelerated and unhappy behaviour, he jumped toward it. At least he'd be a tiny bit closer to the shore should he get ahold of it. If not... well he had his wand now. Whenever he did make it there, drying charms weren't that difficult. The only thing that would be was breathing.

You made the tree easily, though it swayed. The bowtruckles are occupied with their offered eggs and the rest of the trees seem clear. With good timing, you might just make it all the way to shore.

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Originally Posted by Lexers

It was working and her jubilation, a small squeak of glee caused a miss- step and a lapse in concentration and it hit her arm. She stepped out from the pathway to catch a breath and examine the wound. It huuuurt. Her eyes watered and she swore in Welsh.

THAT was painful. Throwing the petal to the floor, she shook herself. A stupid plant [which was starting to boil into a lovely welt type scab] wasn't going to stop her from at LEAST completing the TWT.

Readjusting the branch in her hand, she started to jog on, distracting herself from the pain with clearing her head of the gasoline smell. The lightheadedness wasn't helping.

She came to another corner and came
To a shore and squiiiiiinted. She couldn't see the other side. Fear. She tried to still her nerves.

Oliver wouldn't forgive her if she chickened out. Not when it seemed she was getting somewhere.

Right.

So.. How to tackle the water?

She approached the lily pads and tested their boyancy. It didn't look like it would hold her weight. The skin on her arm throbbed horribly and she bit her tongue.

It huuuuurt.

*pout*

Swim? Hmph. WHO knew what was under the surface.. And
If it was any relation of the Squid Cam would literally start crying like a baby.

Her best bet was those tree's. They obviously weren't
Floating on their own accord.

She was just about to start on her tree hopping until she remembered she had a giant branch
In her hand AND he left hand was injured.

She was going to have to make sacrifice. She snapped her fireseed branch into a smaller one and threw the other side onto the shore when she saw something
illuminated by the light.

FAIRY EGGS!

And perhaps some part of her brain that still had some sense in it, told her to take them.

So she ran over and took a few off the passage wall, dropping them lightly in her pocket.

*groaaaans*

Her arm HURT!

But she had a task. Readjusting the branch, she
Stepped onto the first tree, closest to the shore, one hand around the trunk and the other on the fireseed branch.

Hope she didn't die?

The tree you were on floats away from the others, leaving you surrounded by nothing but water and lilypads.

There's always the option of heading back to shore, too.

BanaBatGirl · 09-26-2010, 05:23 PM

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Originally Posted by The Narrator

The lilypad, which bobbed in and out of the water before you landed on it, continues to do so. Wet. Very very wet.

There are lilypads and trees nearly all the way to shore as the water swirls.

What's next?

Heh, heheh. He'd made it. Fletcher was a regular ole frog now, lily-pad hoppin' like he was. Grinning, the boy adjusted his attached firebush branch and swished and flicked his wand, aiming for the edge of the lily pad.

This should work. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he commanded loudly. (Yes, the earplugs were still doing their job.) If the lily pad started to levitate enough, he would then fixate it just a bit above the water and then.... and then he would charm it to shore.

He had been told his wand was good for charms, and it was his second favorite subject behind transfiguration, so there was no reason this shouldn't work....

**The Narrator** · 09-26-2010, 05:49 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Heh, heheh. He'd made it. Fletcher was a regular ole frog now, lily-pad hoppin' like he was. Grinning, the boy adjusted his attached firebush branch and swished and flicked his wand, aiming for the edge of the lily pad.

This should work. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he commanded loudly. (Yes, the earplugs were still doing their job.) If the lily pad started to levitate enough, he would then fixate it just a bit above the water and then.... and then he would charm it to shore.

He had been told his wand was good for charms, and it was his second favorite subject behind transfiguration, so there was no reason this shouldn't work....

The lilypad shook and wobbled as it lifted up from the ground. It was not resistant to charms, it seemed.

Water ran from the bottom of the pad, splashing into the water.

The shore is ahead of you, easy to reach if you command your lilypad vessel which is still rising.

When your feet touch down on the sand, an onslaught of bouncing bulbs will begin. They do not target you directly, but as they careen off the cavern walls and the grass, they cannot help but pummel you in the process. There is nowhere to run, as the shore bumps up against walls of rock on all sides. If you can look around long enough - not likely until the bulbs are taken care of - one wall only goes so high. But, it is too high to jump and too sheer to climb. An errant bulb knocks a bag from a shelf in the wall, spilling a bean that burrows its way into the sand.

From that bean, green tendrils being to sprout, working their way toward the surface and breaking through.

Ameh · 09-26-2010, 05:57 PM

Though luck was on his side in getting him to the tree, Raiden wasn't exactly sure it was with him in any other capacity. His left hand was starting to sting in a much more noticeable way from the gash left across his palm by the rock; his fingertips were tender and scratched from grabbing onto tree bark so much. Upon reaching the tree, he found his balance and silently conjured a bandage to at least cover the achey cut.

For a moment he considered wrapping his entire hand, forming the bandages into a makeshift glove around each finger. But that might reduce his ability to grab on...

He'd do it when he reached shore. To at least make them hurt a bit less.

With a gentle flick, he re-lit his wand, and waited for the next tree to move into range. When it started moving in his direction, he jumped for it.

The motions got progressively more painful, the closer he got to shore. Not even a bandage between his palm and the bark could stop it from hurting a bit whenever his hand slapped against a tree; several times he was sure he'd fall into the water, his right hand still unwilling to unclench now that he had his wand. It took a bit of doing, and a lot of patience and waiting for trees to line up, but soon he was within reach of dry land.

Which was when his shoe slipped on a root and he fell off the tree and into what was hopefully fairly shallow water, merely one short jump from where he'd almost made it without getting soaked.

Fail, Kururugi. Fail.

BanaBatGirl · 09-26-2010, 06:01 PM

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Originally Posted by The Narrator

The lilypad shook and wobbled as it lifted up from the ground. It was not resistant to charms, it seemed.

Water ran from the bottom of the pad, splashing into the water.

The shore is ahead of you, easy to reach if you command your lilypad vessel which is still rising.

When your feet touch down on the sand, an onslaught of bouncing bulbs will begin. They do not target you directly, but as they careen off the cavern walls and the grass, they cannot help but pummel you in the process. There is nowhere to run, as the shore bumps up against walls of rock on all sides. If you can look around long enough - not likely until the bulbs are taken care of - one wall only goes so high. But, it is too high to jump and too sheer to climb. An errant bulb knocks a bag from a shelf in the wall, spilling a bean that burrows its way into the sand.

From that bean, green tendrils being to sprout, working their way toward the surface and breaking through.

I'm on a boat. I'm on a boat. I'm on a mother-floating lily pad boat.

Grinning madly to himself, Fletcher tapped his lily pad with his wand, casting a nonverbal Fixate. Now it hovered there, him seated on top, in the middle of the air, the perfect vessel for zooming to the shore.

"Locomotor Lily Pad!" he cast again, causing the lily pad to take him to the shore. At last. AT LAST. It seemed like the task was over! Fletcher eagerly jumped off his boat and onto the sand. He could have kissed it he was so happy... if only it weren't for the crazy little (friendly?) bulbs bouncing all around. Literally.

Well someone was glad to see him, eh? Wincing as a few bulbs hit his arm and torso with considerable force, Fletcher quickly flicked his wand and caused a shield to go around him and block some of the bulbs. He squinted and half-ducked, looking for the way out by the illumination of his branch.

There were walls all around him. Ohhh no, not another barrier?! Fletcher swore and almost turned around to head back the other way when he saw it. The short wall! YES! He reached out to see if he could climb it and only found its sheer, slippery face. Damn. Another foil in his plans.

Fletcher sighed and started turning in circles, looking for something else that could be helpful. He turned and saw a great green plant, magically growing out of the sand. What could this be? Some kind of....... beanstalk?!

The boy approached the plant warily. After all, his name was Duncan, not Jack. That was his look-alike. Reaching a hand out, Fletcher tried to see if the plant would somehow support his weight.... and maybe be tall enough to get over the wall....

**The Narrator** · 09-26-2010, 06:02 PM

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Originally Posted by Ameh

Though luck was on his side in getting him to the tree, Raiden wasn't exactly sure it was with him in any other capacity. His left hand was starting to sting in a much more noticeable way from the gash left across his palm by the rock; his fingertips were tender and scratched from grabbing onto tree bark so much. Upon reaching the tree, he found his balance and silently conjured a bandage to at least cover the achey cut.

For a moment he considered wrapping his entire hand, forming the bandages into a makeshift glove around each finger. But that might reduce his ability to grab on...

He'd do it when he reached shore. To at least make them hurt a bit less.

With a gentle flick, he re-lit his wand, and waited for the next tree to move into range. When it started moving in his direction, he jumped for it.

The motions got progressively more painful, the closer he got to shore. Not even a bandage between his palm and the bark could stop it from hurting a bit whenever his hand slapped against a tree; several times he was sure he'd fall into the water, his right hand still unwilling to unclench now that he had his wand. It took a bit of doing, and a lot of patience and waiting for trees to line up, but soon he was within reach of dry land.

Which was when his shoe slipped on a root and he fell off the tree and into what was hopefully fairly shallow water, merely one short jump from where he'd almost made it without getting soaked.

Fail, Kururugi. Fail.

The water is deep enough to fall under, but not so deep that you cannot stand and make your way to shore. Wet, for sure.

But alive.

As your feet touch down on the sand, an onslaught of bouncing bulbs begins. They do not target you directly, but as they careen off the cavern walls and the grass, they cannot help but pummel you in the process. There is nowhere to run, as the shore bumps up against walls of rock on all sides. If you can look around long enough - not likely until the bulbs are taken care of - one wall only goes so high. But, it is too high to jump and too sheer to climb. An errant bulb knocks a bag from a shelf in the wall, spilling a bean that burrows its way into the sand.

From that bean, green tendrils being to sprout, working their way toward the surface and breaking through.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

I'm on a boat. I'm on a boat. I'm on a mother-floating lily pad boat.

Grinning madly to himself, Fletcher tapped his lily pad with his wand, casting a nonverbal Fixate. Now it hovered there, him seated on top, in the middle of the air, the perfect vessel for zooming to the shore.

"Locomotor Lily Pad!" he cast again, causing the lily pad to take him to the shore. At last. AT LAST. It seemed like the task was over! Fletcher eagerly jumped off his boat and onto the sand. He could have kissed it he was so happy... if only it weren't for the crazy little (friendly?) bulbs bouncing all around. Literally.

Well someone was glad to see him, eh? Wincing as a few bulbs hit his arm and torso with considerable force, Fletcher quickly flicked his wand and caused a shield to go around him and block some of the bulbs. He squinted and half-ducked, looking for the way out by the illumination of his branch.

There were walls all around him. Ohhh no, not another barrier?! Fletcher swore and almost turned around to head back the other way when he saw it. The short wall! YES! He reached out to see if he could climb it and only found its sheer, slippery face. Damn. Another foil in his plans.

Fletcher sighed and started turning in circles, looking for something else that could be helpful. He turned and saw a great green plant, magically growing out of the sand. What could this be? Some kind of....... beanstalk?!

The boy approached the plant warily. After all, his name was Duncan, not Jack. That was his look-alike. Reaching a hand out, Fletcher tried to see if the plant would somehow support his weight.... and maybe be tall enough to get over the wall....

The bulbs continue their assault, careening off your shield, hitting the rock face and then rocketing back at you.

At first, the stalk doesn't support much of anything, its firsts sprout thin and week.

But as it continues to grow, it thickens, extra tendrils, now thick enough to support you sprout out the side like foot hand holds up the side of the cliff.

BanaBatGirl · 09-26-2010, 06:25 PM

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Originally Posted by The Narrator

The bulbs continue their assault, careening off your shield, hitting the rock face and then rocketing back at you.

At first, the stalk doesn't support much of anything, its firsts sprout thin and week.

But as it continues to grow, it thickens, extra tendrils, now thick enough to support you sprout out the side like foot hand holds up the side of the cliff.

The bulbs were not stopping their assault, were they. Groaning to himself, Fletcher tried to dodge any he could see coming near him as he grabbed the green stalk. Hopefully none of those would hit his eyes.... he'd already had enough problems with being attacked in the eye this term.

Ahem.

Fletcher watched and waited as the stalk continued to grow, stronger and stronger. It even seemed to be working with the cliff and creating useful hand and hand holds for him! Excellent.

Maintaining his shield as best as he could, Fletch turned his back on the bouncing bulbs and began mounting the plant, climbing carefully in his ascent up the wall.

Ameh · 09-26-2010, 06:39 PM

Ugh. COLD. COLD AND WET. Raiden had grabbed for the roots as he felt himself sliding off the tree, but it hadn't stopped him from going right into the water, which soaked through his sweatshirt and jeans immediately and left him rather cold when he got above the surface. His clothing was sticking to him as he wobbled to shore, but his wand was still securely in his hand.

And it stayed there, even as a bulb hit him in the chest and knocked him back a few steps and into the water again. Muttering under his breath, something that one might find offensive if one or more of their parents were a jarvey, the boy tried to focus on these... stupid... bulbs. And not on the fact that he was cold and damp and he just wanted a minute to dry himself off, please. Merlin alive.

The stalks caught his attention, even has he got knocked to one side by a particularly vicious bulb, and he stared rather hard in their direction. The wall was... not as high? Was he meant to climb up them, then? He wondered how many of the champions were in trouble for upper body strength at the moment.

Bump, bump, bump.

This was ridiculous. And he was disinclined to start lighting them on fire, as he figured they wouldn't stop bouncing right away and then he'd be in a lot more danger than he'd been with the Devil's Snare.

A regular shield might not protect him effectively. Batting a few of the bulbs away with his left hand, Raiden flicked his wand.

"Impiriano." The blue aura shield he'd learned years ago should protect him from the bulbs, but also let him grab those stalks and climb, right?

**The Narrator** · 09-26-2010, 07:10 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

The bulbs were not stopping their assault, were they. Groaning to himself, Fletcher tried to dodge any he could see coming near him as he grabbed the green stalk. Hopefully none of those would hit his eyes.... he'd already had enough problems with being attacked in the eye this term.

Ahem.

Fletcher watched and waited as the stalk continued to grow, stronger and stronger. It even seemed to be working with the cliff and creating useful hand and hand holds for him! Excellent.

Maintaining his shield as best as he could, Fletch turned his back on the bouncing bulbs and began mounting the plant, climbing carefully in his ascent up the wall.

A simple shield might not protect you entirely if you turn your back on the bulbs, which continue to careen around you.

But the plant holds, allowing you to move up it. The climb is steep and the stalk vibrates as it continues to grow.

Eventually, you reach the top of the cliff. If beanstalks were elevators, this would be your floor. Climb the stalk any higher and there would be no ground to set your feet on. Tread carefully, however, as the path quickly narrows and there are no walls. Instead, perilous drop-offs await on both sides should one slip.

Soon, you come to another fork. From where you stand, the only different you can notice is that one path looks wider, at least as far as you can see, that is. Nothing else betrays what may lie ahead. Which way? Left and narrow or right and wide?

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Originally Posted by Ameh

Ugh. COLD. COLD AND WET. Raiden had grabbed for the roots as he felt himself sliding off the tree, but it hadn't stopped him from going right into the water, which soaked through his sweatshirt and jeans immediately and left him rather cold when he got above the surface. His clothing was sticking to him as he wobbled to shore, but his wand was still securely in his hand.

And it stayed there, even as a bulb hit him in the chest and knocked him back a few steps and into the water again. Muttering under his breath, something that one might find offensive if one or more of their parents were a jarvey, the boy tried to focus on these... stupid... bulbs. And not on the fact that he was cold and damp and he just wanted a minute to dry himself off, please. Merlin alive.

The stalks caught his attention, even has he got knocked to one side by a particularly vicious bulb, and he stared rather hard in their direction. The wall was... not as high? Was he meant to climb up them, then? He wondered how many of the champions were in trouble for upper body strength at the moment.

Bump, bump, bump.

This was ridiculous. And he was disinclined to start lighting them on fire, as he figured they wouldn't stop bouncing right away and then he'd be in a lot more danger than he'd been with the Devil's Snare.

A regular shield might not protect him effectively. Batting a few of the bulbs away with his left hand, Raiden flicked his wand.

"Impiriano." The blue aura shield he'd learned years ago should protect him from the bulbs, but also let him grab those stalks and climb, right?

The shield successfully protects you from the bulbs, though they ricochet off it and then hit the stone and rocket back.

The stalk continues to grow, the base thicker, with extra tendrils shooting off the sides like thick foot and hand holds. They are certainly strong enough to hold you.

The bulbs continue to whiz about, some skittering off into the water, others pelting at your shield.

Ameh · 09-26-2010, 07:14 PM

Ahhh, good. Unfortunately, with this shield up... Raiden wasn't about to start drying himself off. It would hold, from what he remembered; it was meant to let things go out, but not come in. That meant he'd have to reach through it to grab onto and climb the stalks, but... well it was meant to let him do that, wasn't it? And it wouldn't be as bad as getting pummelled by them without having a shield at all.

Stepping through the bulbs, resisting the urge to light at least one of them on fire as it ricocheted off his shield, he reached through the blue aura and grabbed onto the stalk.

Going up?

BanaBatGirl · 09-26-2010, 07:16 PM

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Originally Posted by The Narrator

A simple shield might not protect you entirely if you turn your back on the bulbs, which continue to careen around you.

But the plant holds, allowing you to move up it. The climb is steep and the stalk vibrates as it continues to grow.

Eventually, you reach the top of the cliff. If beanstalks were elevators, this would be your floor. Climb the stalk any higher and there would be no ground to set your feet on. Tread carefully, however, as the path quickly narrows and there are no walls. Instead, perilous drop-offs await on both sides should one slip.

Soon, you come to another fork. From where you stand, the only different you can notice is that one path looks wider, at least as far as you can see, that is. Nothing else betrays what may lie ahead. Which way? Left and narrow or right and wide?

Making a face at the weird, vibrating plant as he climbed, Fletcher hurried up the stalk and reached the top of the cliff at last. He cast one last look down at where he had come, and gave the beanstalk a two-finger salute. Thanks bud.

He turned to face the path ahead of him and right away noticed the scary, sheer drop-offs to his right and left. Gulp. Best not walk that way. Instead, Fletcher carefully stepped down the middle of the cliff. He realized he didn't need the shield anymore and instead went back to using his wand as an additional light source.

Eventually, the narrow cliff path came to a dead end. Here he was again, with the choice to go left or right. Well. For some reason, he felt that going left again would be like going in a circle. And it was really really narrow.

His mind easily made up, Fletcher chose the wide, right fork instead. How huge were these caves?!!

**The Narrator** · 09-26-2010, 07:31 PM

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Originally Posted by Ameh

Ahhh, good. Unfortunately, with this shield up... Raiden wasn't about to start drying himself off. It would hold, from what he remembered; it was meant to let things go out, but not come in. That meant he'd have to reach through it to grab onto and climb the stalks, but... well it was meant to let him do that, wasn't it? And it wouldn't be as bad as getting pummelled by them without having a shield at all.

Stepping through the bulbs, resisting the urge to light at least one of them on fire as it ricocheted off his shield, he reached through the blue aura and grabbed onto the stalk.

Going up?

The bulbs pelt at you as you begin to climb, but the higher you get, the fewer there are until none bounce that high at all.

The climb is tough, and the stalk shakes slightly as it continues to grow

If beanstalks were elevators, this would be your floor. Climb the stalk any higher and there would be no ground to set your feet on. Tread carefully, however, as the path quickly narrows and there are no walls. Instead, perilous drop-offs await on both sides should one slip.

Soon, you come to another fork. From where you stand, the only different you can notice is that one path looks wider, at least as far as you can see, that is. Nothing else betrays what may lie ahead. Which way? Left and narrow or right and wide?

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Making a face at the weird, vibrating plant as he climbed, Fletcher hurried up the stalk and reached the top of the cliff at last. He cast one last look down at where he had come, and gave the beanstalk a two-finger salute. Thanks bud.

He turned to face the path ahead of him and right away noticed the scary, sheer drop-offs to his right and left. Gulp. Best not walk that way. Instead, Fletcher carefully stepped down the middle of the cliff. He realized he didn't need the shield anymore and instead went back to using his wand as an additional light source.

Eventually, the narrow cliff path came to a dead end. Here he was again, with the choice to go left or right. Well. For some reason, he felt that going left again would be like going in a circle. And it was really really narrow.

His mind easily made up, Fletcher chose the wide, right fork instead. How huge were these caves?!!

The stalk continues to grow after you depart, twisting around in the dark of the cave.

The path you chose was wider, for sure, but as you travel further down it, the incline grows steeper and the path slick with water. Watch your footing. It's a long way down.

As you proceed forward, the way gets only more difficult to navigate when your path is completely blocked by a large number of plants. At first they seem harmless, but as you get closer, they start moving and snarling, and you realize that they have…teeth? How strange! Unfortunately the only way to get to the end of this tunnel is to get past these little monsters, so hopefully you have some idea of how to pass them up your sleeve!

BanaBatGirl · 09-26-2010, 07:42 PM

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Originally Posted by The Narrator

The stalk continues to grow after you depart, twisting around in the dark of the cave.

The path you chose was wider, for sure, but as you travel further down it, the incline grows steeper and the path slick with water. Watch your footing. It's a long way down.

As you proceed forward, the way gets only more difficult to navigate when your path is completely blocked by a large number of plants. At first they seem harmless, but as you get closer, they start moving and snarling, and you realize that they have…teeth? How strange! Unfortunately the only way to get to the end of this tunnel is to get past these little monsters, so hopefully you have some idea of how to pass them up your sleeve!

Fletcher held his wand out in front of him, completely unsure of what the path ahead held. He continued slowly, not at all in a rush to run right into the lion's den or anything. Not that he expected real lions to be living in this cave.....

When the cave started sloping downward, Fletcher put out his left hand for aid in descending the path. He groped along the tunnel wall, slowly picking out the least-wet looking bits of path. What a slippery slope to traverse! He continued forward until he was forced to stop completely at the sight of some vicious plants in front of him.

It was like a flashback to the beginning of the term last year, when he had been nearly eaten by that venemous tentacula. Were these the same kind plants? Did they know he feared them, and that's why they were snapping like that??!

Fletcher bit his lip and took a step back, trying to think of some spell or defense or SOMETHING he could use to tranquilize the plants. The first thing that came to mind was the stunning spell, so he went with that.

"STUPEFY! STUPEFY! STUPEFY!" he cast, pointing his wand at different sections of the snapping plants. Maybe they'd be knocked over and he could quickly run through them.....

Ameh · 09-26-2010, 07:44 PM

Stupid... bulbs...

Even though his shield protected his back, he could almost feel the vibrations they caused as they hit the not-super-strong barrier, and he gritted his teeth as he climbed, preparing for the moment where they might break through. The best thing about this shield was that it allowed him to use his wand for light, which was good, because the fireseed branch that was still tied to his wrist was out completely now. Slippery tree roots. Not good for fire.

Fortunately, it held out, at least until a little bit after he had gotten high enough for them to be unable to reach him. His hands were very unappreciative of his insistence of climbing, and several times the fingers on his left hand trembled and threatened to let go, which meant he would have probably fallen.

When he reached the top of the wall, he forced himself to not just flop down on the ground and rest. Who knew if there were bulbs or something equally offensive -or worse- up here?

Thank Merlin it didn't seem as if there was. Before he continued on, he cast a few charms at himself to siphon off water in his clothing and dry himself a bit. Being sopping wet and walking around was just asking to get sick. He also did as he'd planned to do when he reached shore, and wrapped light bandages around his fingers and hands, making sure he conjured them thin and flexible enough that he could still grab onto things and bend his fingers.

It was nice, being decent at the handful of medical charms that he knew.

Following the path, and taking care to not wobble or stray from side to side as he became aware of the empty span of nothingness on either side, he finally came upon the fork.

...huh.

Without putting much thought into it, as he couldn't see anything that would indicate he should take the other, Raiden stepped to the left path. It might have been narrower, but that meant that should anything attack him, it too would have a limited range of mobility. And he had his wand now. That helped with his confidence considerably.

**The Narrator** · 09-26-2010, 08:16 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Fletcher held his wand out in front of him, completely unsure of what the path ahead held. He continued slowly, not at all in a rush to run right into the lion's den or anything. Not that he expected real lions to be living in this cave.....

When the cave started sloping downward, Fletcher put out his left hand for aid in descending the path. He groped along the tunnel wall, slowly picking out the least-wet looking bits of path. What a slippery slope to traverse! He continued forward until he was forced to stop completely at the sight of some vicious plants in front of him.

It was like a flashback to the beginning of the term last year, when he had been nearly eaten by that venemous tentacula. Were these the same kind plants? Did they know he feared them, and that's why they were snapping like that??!

Fletcher bit his lip and took a step back, trying to think of some spell or defense or SOMETHING he could use to tranquilize the plants. The first thing that came to mind was the stunning spell, so he went with that.

"STUPEFY! STUPEFY! STUPEFY!" he cast, pointing his wand at different sections of the snapping plants. Maybe they'd be knocked over and he could quickly run through them.....

The fanged flowers began to free in place as they were hit by the spell, though it didn't get them all the first time as they kept up their threat to bite at the champion if he got too close.

They'd taken anything. Pant cuff. Shoelace. Finger tip.

The pathway was still impassable.

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Originally Posted by Ameh

Stupid... bulbs...

Even though his shield protected his back, he could almost feel the vibrations they caused as they hit the not-super-strong barrier, and he gritted his teeth as he climbed, preparing for the moment where they might break through. The best thing about this shield was that it allowed him to use his wand for light, which was good, because the fireseed branch that was still tied to his wrist was out completely now. Slippery tree roots. Not good for fire.

Fortunately, it held out, at least until a little bit after he had gotten high enough for them to be unable to reach him. His hands were very unappreciative of his insistence of climbing, and several times the fingers on his left hand trembled and threatened to let go, which meant he would have probably fallen.

When he reached the top of the wall, he forced himself to not just flop down on the ground and rest. Who knew if there were bulbs or something equally offensive -or worse- up here?

Thank Merlin it didn't seem as if there was. Before he continued on, he cast a few charms at himself to siphon off water in his clothing and dry himself a bit. Being sopping wet and walking around was just asking to get sick. He also did as he'd planned to do when he reached shore, and wrapped light bandages around his fingers and hands, making sure he conjured them thin and flexible enough that he could still grab onto things and bend his fingers.

It was nice, being decent at the handful of medical charms that he knew.

Following the path, and taking care to not wobble or stray from side to side as he became aware of the empty span of nothingness on either side, he finally came upon the fork.

...huh.

Without putting much thought into it, as he couldn't see anything that would indicate he should take the other, Raiden stepped to the left path. It might have been narrower, but that meant that should anything attack him, it too would have a limited range of mobility. And he had his wand now. That helped with his confidence considerably.

Being dry certainly helps with the chill in the cave.

As for your chosen path, it may be narrow, but at least it's flat. The only danger, from the terrain at least, lies in the rocky stumbling blocks jutting up from the floor. Watch your step, the rocks down below don't make good cushions.

As you proceed forward, all seems to be quiet until a number of large bushes are nestled in your path. From afar, they look like normal bushes, until you get closer and realize those bushes are actually made out of numerous spikes! As you get even closer, the plant closes to your left proceeds to shoot one of these spikes at you—it misses and shoots off into the darkness and falls over the edge without a sound, but hopefully your reflexes are top notch, because your only way forward is to get past these plants!

BanaBatGirl · 09-26-2010, 08:32 PM

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Originally Posted by The Narrator

The fanged flowers began to free in place as they were hit by the spell, though it didn't get them all the first time as they kept up their threat to bite at the champion if he got too close.

They'd taken anything. Pant cuff. Shoelace. Finger tip.

The pathway was still impassable.

Ahhhhhhgrrr. Some of the flowers seemed to be immobilizing, but the others were just as angry as before. Snap. Snap. SNAP.

Fletcher backed up a bit but still went at them with stupefy. Flashes of red light from his wand lit up the cave but after a few more minutes, it became obvious that this wasn't really working. Time to try something else.

"IMMOBULUS!" Fletcher bellowed, flicking his wand in a long arc in the hopes to cover the front half of the flowers. If those froze, he could step over them and have a better view of the back half which would be frozen next.

Ameh · 09-26-2010, 08:35 PM

The young man stumbled more than once on the rocky path, but managed to regain his balance each time. Good going with that, too... he didn't need to have rocks jammed into his chest. That wouldn't make him feel any better than he currently was.

Holding his wand a bit higher as he moved down the narrow passageway, he eyed the bushes with doubt. Had he not been assaulted by several plants already, he'd be less inclined to be wary of them, but... well. He was pretty sure any plant in this place was going to be out to kill him now.

O_O!

"HOLY CRAP!"

Raiden flinched away from the spike that had just whizzed past him, immediately back-pedalling a few steps. HOLY. WHAT. JUST. WHY.

They really weren't kidding when they said this tournament was dangerous. And they had the spike shooting bushes to prove it. The prefect bit his lip, eyes wary as they watched for any spikes that might shoot toward him while he considered his options.

Death by spikes, or stand here until someone came and fetched him?

The latter seemed the better option, but... well. Who knew if they even would?

"I wonder if... Impriano would..." It probably wouldn't hold up for terribly long, though. It hadn't held for more than a few minutes against the bulb plants...

It wouldn't help to simply blow them up, or anything like that. The spikes would still fly. And lighting them on fire... might not be the best plan, because he had to walk through there.

Maybe...

Directing his wand at the nearest one, body tensed to jump out of the way should any spikes come his way, he cast.

"Frigus." If he couldn't light them on fire, maybe freezing them would work?

**The Narrator** · 09-26-2010, 08:38 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Ahhhhhhgrrr. Some of the flowers seemed to be immobilizing, but the others were just as angry as before. Snap. Snap. SNAP.

Fletcher backed up a bit but still went at them with stupefy. Flashes of red light from his wand lit up the cave but after a few more minutes, it became obvious that this wasn't really working. Time to try something else.

"IMMOBULUS!" Fletcher bellowed, flicking his wand in a long arc in the hopes to cover the front half of the flowers. If those froze, he could step over them and have a better view of the back half which would be frozen next.

The stupefies were working, though slowly. The immobulus, however, froze the entire section all at once, tiny fanged mouth things mid-snap. The tiniest glint can be seen along where the immobilized vegetation and the now-quite-angry plant life meet.

Hurry up. No telling if your spell will hold.

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Originally Posted by Ameh

The young man stumbled more than once on the rocky path, but managed to regain his balance each time. Good going with that, too... he didn't need to have rocks jammed into his chest. That wouldn't make him feel any better than he currently was.

Holding his wand a bit higher as he moved down the narrow passageway, he eyed the bushes with doubt. Had he not been assaulted by several plants already, he'd be less inclined to be wary of them, but... well. He was pretty sure any plant in this place was going to be out to kill him now.

O_O!

"HOLY CRAP!"

Raiden flinched away from the spike that had just whizzed past him, immediately back-pedalling a few steps. HOLY. WHAT. JUST. WHY.

They really weren't kidding when they said this tournament was dangerous. And they had the spike shooting bushes to prove it. The prefect bit his lip, eyes wary as they watched for any spikes that might shoot toward him while he considered his options.

Death by spikes, or stand here until someone came and fetched him?

The latter seemed the better option, but... well. Who knew if they even would?

"I wonder if... Impriano would..." It probably wouldn't hold up for terribly long, though. It hadn't held for more than a few minutes against the bulb plants...

It wouldn't help to simply blow them up, or anything like that. The spikes would still fly. And lighting them on fire... might not be the best plan, because he had to walk through there.

Maybe...

Directing his wand at the nearest one, body tensed to jump out of the way should any spikes come his way, he cast.

"Frigus." If he couldn't light them on fire, maybe freezing them would work?

Your balance is good. You wouldn't want to go tipping over the edge, after all. Champion shish kebab is not the most popular dish.

The bush of spikes is hit by the spell, but it simply chills and is not immobilized. In retaliation, it sends off two more - now extra hard and frozen - spikes.

Ameh · 09-26-2010, 08:50 PM

His plans. They just didn't work as well as he was hoping today, did they.

When the bush sent the spikes off, Raiden took another step backwards; one went past him, but one ripped through the left arm of his sweatshirt, swiping his arm and leaving a gash that probably looked worse than it was. Swearing in every language he knew, and probably several he didn't, the champion resisted the automatic urge to clamp his wand hand down over the cold cut.

"Damnit!" THAT. HURT.

So it was a no on freezing, then. This... this could get potentially bloody and painful...

"Diffindo!" he tried, aiming it toward the base of the bush, frowning as he kept his wand held up in case he'd have to cast a shield. Didn't want to take another spike to a different body part... they had the potential to do a lot of damage.

If it were severed... maybe it wouldn't be able to attack then? He couldn't tell if there were too many to make this an effective strategy, though...

Lexers · 09-26-2010, 09:11 PM

Great. JUST greaaaaaaaaaaat.

Clinging for dear life, Cameron realized that it was swim or ... Cling to the tree for the rest of her life, until the pus got infected and she flailed.

Seriously. The lily pads still looked... Suspicious. She put out her foot to try and test one would it hold at all?

HMPH!

She eased down the tree and making triple sure that the fireseed was above water, she started to swim.

Hopefully Mrs. Squid didn't make an appearance.

**The Narrator** · 09-26-2010, 09:59 PM

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Originally Posted by Ameh

His plans. They just didn't work as well as he was hoping today, did they.

When the bush sent the spikes off, Raiden took another step backwards; one went past him, but one ripped through the left arm of his sweatshirt, swiping his arm and leaving a gash that probably looked worse than it was. Swearing in every language he knew, and probably several he didn't, the champion resisted the automatic urge to clamp his wand hand down over the cold cut.

"Damnit!" THAT. HURT.

So it was a no on freezing, then. This... this could get potentially bloody and painful...

"Diffindo!" he tried, aiming it toward the base of the bush, frowning as he kept his wand held up in case he'd have to cast a shield. Didn't want to take another spike to a different body part... they had the potential to do a lot of damage.

If it were severed... maybe it wouldn't be able to attack then? He couldn't tell if there were too many to make this an effective strategy, though...

The spiky bush is cut, slightly, but not severed, retaliating once more with another spike.

It would take several more to sever it from its roots, but not even that guarantees that it will stop firing.

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Originally Posted by Lexers

Great. JUST greaaaaaaaaaaat.

Clinging for dear life, Cameron realized that it was swim or ... Cling to the tree for the rest of her life, until the pus got infected and she flailed.

Seriously. The lily pads still looked... Suspicious. She put out her foot to try and test one would it hold at all?

HMPH!

She eased down the tree and making triple sure that the fireseed was above water, she started to swim.

Hopefully Mrs. Squid didn't make an appearance.

The water churns you swim, knocking you into lilypads, but up ahead is a cluster of trees that doesn't move too much. If you climb up - the roots are reachable from your place in the water, you'll be able to move across them.

Or you could keep swimming, though the water threatens to pull you and your only source of light under.

Ameh · 09-26-2010, 10:08 PM

There were not enough swearwords in the world for his frustration in that moment. Flicking up a shield to block the single spike (which he'd kinda expected to come his direction), Raiden tried his best to hold back the annoyed sounds that were sitting in the back of his throat.

These things were evil.

Fire would probably destroy them, but... he was really loathe to light them all up. He'd have to put them out to go through them, then, and who knew if the smoke would clear...

Screw it. There were ways to deal with that. And there were ways to put them out, easily... He directed his wand at the bush again.

"Incendio."

He took another step or two backwards, mindful of his feet and the rocky path. Death by spikes was preferable to death by falling.

Lexers · 09-26-2010, 10:09 PM

She gasped for breath, the water sloshing against her fireseeds. It was going to go out! She wasn't THAT great a swimmer, but she could see something. Trees!?!?

Oh dear sweet Merlin...

Sopping wet, teeth chattering and her left arm aching from swimming one handed, holding the branch AND the pus, it took a good minute of panting and heaving to
Get up onto the tree's.

Her arm bloody hurt.

Now.. Could she just hop-step each tree? Was it close enough?

**The Narrator** · 09-26-2010, 10:21 PM

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Originally Posted by Ameh

There were not enough swearwords in the world for his frustration in that moment. Flicking up a shield to block the single spike (which he'd kinda expected to come his direction), Raiden tried his best to hold back the annoyed sounds that were sitting in the back of his throat.

These things were evil.

Fire would probably destroy them, but... he was really loathe to light them all up. He'd have to put them out to go through them, then, and who knew if the smoke would clear...

Screw it. There were ways to deal with that. And there were ways to put them out, easily... He directed his wand at the bush again.

"Incendio."

He took another step or two backwards, mindful of his feet and the rocky path. Death by spikes was preferable to death by falling.

The bushes burst into brilliant flames, with one last feeble spike shooting out of the burning wreckage, itself not on fire. There is a hint of a glint or shine under the bush, but the flame is bright.

The heat coming off the plants was intense, as was the light as it filled the cave. Even with all of it, though, if you looked over the edge of your walkway, it is black black black.

You've beaten the bush! Now it's just your own fire that's in your way.

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Originally Posted by Lexers

She gasped for breath, the water sloshing against her fireseeds. It was going to go out! She wasn't THAT great a swimmer, but she could see something. Trees!?!?

Oh dear sweet Merlin...

Sopping wet, teeth chattering and her left arm aching from swimming one handed, holding the branch AND the pus, it took a good minute of panting and heaving to
Get up onto the tree's.

Her arm bloody hurt.

Now.. Could she just hop-step each tree? Was it close enough?

The trees are close enough to hop to each of them without much trouble. When you reach the last, off to the right you'll notice a glow up in the trees.

It is not in the direction of the shore, but instead is near the rock face that borders the lake's edge.

That distant shore you are trying to reach, however, remained cloaked in darkness.

Either way, the path is similar: another five trees, clumped together that sway gently in the wind, but will sway more as you jump.

Ameh · 09-26-2010, 10:28 PM

...well. He should have used fire first, apparently. Watching the flaming remains of the bush, eyes following the feebly shot spike with an almost amused expression, Raiden finally pressed his hand to the gouge in his arm from the spike. It was bleeding pretty well, and a bit deeper than he'd originally thought. The fact that the spike had been frozen had seemed to numb it to immediate pain. However, that was wearing off. And it hurt a lot more.

Fracking spike. Unzipping his sweatshirt a bit and pulling his arm from the sleeve, he cast a tight bandage around it. It would need actual attention, probably, but... well he didn't have that just now.

What he had now was a large bush on fire and in his way.

Easing his arm back into the sleeve, not bothering to zip the sweatshirt up again, he focused on the bush. Aguamenti would put it out easily enough, ri-

...shiny?

Huh.

"Aguamenti." He'd just have to hold that on it until it went out. Shouldn't take too long, right?

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