The gauntleted finger of a navigator holding a clipboard in one hand is taking a head count of the attendants here.

https://youtu.be/vzxp2miViyU

You enjoyed a restful wagon ride over to this part of the forest. Far west and an even further into the "ominous forest" (name still pending). A part where normal travelers seldom venture into, due to its distance and uncertainty.

Sarea was still full of uncertainty, wasn't it? And even though they arrived without issue, it was still a long ride through the forest.

You capture sights of fauna romping through the woods and the eventual lost of daylight as the guards in front of you ignited their torches. Their pace slowed to a relaxing stroll out of safety.

There are three wagons, and you may all be split up, or gathered together. It depends on which wagon to you got on. Basically speaking, for the duration of this ride, you were able to speak amongst yourselves.

"The area ahead is uncharted, Seer. However we have gathered reports from our scouts that there is unusual gravitational energies surrounding this part of the forest." He explains. "Likely due to the explosion Seer Eo and her crew had witnessed." The Navigator unravels another report. "Unfortunately, I have nothing else to report, aside from the fact that this is going to be a tough one. But we have no doubt you will return with success."

This is probably going to be your last chance to ask anymore questions. Or chat peacefully with your friends before the end of the event.

[Disclaimer: Due to the fact that this was labelled a "Low Risk" Event, I have decided to give a less physical rewards this time...In favor of a surprise drop at the end. I hope this won't be a problem for you and I did get approval to try and make this extra special lore-wise.]

August Kahler has joined the guild.
Tion split his time between tracing a path for the wagons, and sitting on the wagons. At times, he'd clamber into one alone and rest, at others, he'd be chatting along with the rest of the group.

"If it's related to that particular explosion, I can't imagine the area being safe. But then..." He shrugged. "We didn't go into this with that expectation either."

Tion had prepared his equipment fairly well, stuffing away a couple of potions and draughts. For this last little leg of the journey, he spent his time maintaining his weapons, checking his bowstring, sharpening his knife, so and so.

The ranger gave a nod to each in turn, with a few questions poked out at them, as well as the Navigator. "So- friends, Seer, Navigator. What do you expect we'll find out there?"
(Tion Crenel)
Settled in his own spot in a wagon, they could be found taking up a good chunk of the bench by putting his feet up and leaning. As much as the man was active, they were rather lazy. Finding time to not be too 'active' when given the choice.

"Strange gravitational energies messing with things? Sounds like the ******** you were searching for Lucien." Off-handedly he spoke, giving a friendly nudge to the mans shoulder.

"Looks like we'll be having a good time moving about, I just hope this doesn't go absolutely horribly." Who was he kidding, they expected things to get weird and for something amazingly strange to happen.

After all, he had never dealt with 'Gravitational energies' before, barring the planets natural force. Imagining what he could deal with, was already a fun game to play in his head.

"Well, here is to exploring ******** everyone, this'll go perfectly."
(Virid)
Curled up in the corner of his wagon, Therias slowly turned through the pages of his tome, reading over the various bits and pieces of information that interested him from the accurately titled 'Why rocks aren't meant to fly, and neither are you!', an educational read.

"Witnessing the effects of the Lodestone on the nearby environment will do wonders in proceeding research on the remaining fragment, and potentially finding a use for it before the next unfortunate incident occurs in Sarea." he commented aloud, eyes briefly flickering from his book to stare silently towards Naakesh, one of the two seers whom had lead the previous expedition where the Lodestone was in question.

"I dare say, Seer D'arcy. Has anything been done with the Lodestone fragment, since Seer Eo brought it back to Fort Urosil? I believe I can be of assistance in its study-" he broke off, turning his attention towards the outside of the wagon, towards the nearby trees and fauna that filled his view amidst the forested path.

"- assuming nothing too exciting takes place on this expedition. Ideally, our greatest concern will be elsewhere, plotting their own little schemes, away from the blast zone they created."

At the mention of ********, Therias smiled, shutting his tome abruptly.

"I expect this will be a very interesting sort of '********', Virid. Let us hope it is worth the trip." 
(Therias Wyllowind)
"I wonder if it actually exists...", he muttered idly to his group while the wagons carried the party to their destination. But for the ride, he was going to take a moment and rest, with a weary eye. but he needed to calm down a little, everything was so exciting.

"Right- Right..", he figured it might be time for some inspiring words before they arrived, giving a nod to the Navigator to thank him for his report.

"As intended, I will try to lead today's mission, as I have done my best to prepare it- and expected to use this chance to explore and further some of my other non-combative spells, such as motivating and leading a group of adventurers. I hope this is fine to everyone?", he nodded, making sure he talked loud enough for the party to hear, as they were scattered over three wagons. "The Navigator said it will be tough, but we are a team- a unit. We work together, like the countless times we did before, and together we can defeat every foe!", he chuckled, knocking his hand against his wolfram chestpiece, some of it was still scorched from the previous death-ray.

"I couldn't have asked for a better group, honestly. Wealdwalkers, Shields, Seekers and the Seers, all combined as one force.", was he overdoing it? Someone should stop Lucien. 

"Long story short... Thank you.", he smiled and looked ahead. That was kinda awkward, don't let everyone see how awkward it was, Lucien.
(Lucien Solene)
Likely due to the lodestone explosion...-

They wondered who'd made that connection, if that was the case it was certainly a fae happening. Best to examine closely, else innocents could be misled. One can only hope there wasn't something exceedingly dangerous created by their mishap. Naakesh had meant to return to the location from the lodestone trip to read the Faerlan properly, but it'd been pushed off for more serious political happenings.

Maybe there would be more to read here.

It could only be hoped that whatever it was last time which attacked them wasn't present here. Another encounter with the High-Faerla would certainly set the tone for the coming months. Tensions were already high, Naakesh had been hoping it was an unlucky start, an outlier of statistics.

"Very well, Lucien, I believe we have found your floating isles." They mused, relaying the information to the individual who'd started this journey. It wasn't just research, there was more to be gained from it.

"Is there anything connecting the islands? If not we may need to figure out a means of travel between them as a group. It is important we remain focused and thorough. No running off or leaving others behind." General instructions followed the rather simple question. It was unlikely there was anything, if it was created a year ago.

"It will be far from ********, you two. It will be a glimpse into the world and unstable nature of the fae, most likely. Be cautious, with both your body and your words. Expect nonsensical terrain and unrealistic challenges, but do not worry, we can do this together." They gave a thumbs up towards the group, though lacking any sort of cheering energy, more so a teacher to a student.

"Remember. Words hold power." A motion to Lucien is made, after both have spoken.

"Lead the way, Mister Solene."
(Naakesh D'arcy)
The Seeker looked out the window of his wagon, leaning an elbow over the sill, and resting a palm on his jaw.

He enjoyed the sights of fauna and even critters to a certain degree, allowing wind caress his cheeks, not minding the messy flutter of his hair.

Though as the sun set and the sea of clouds converge then part, Falael got bored of simply watching, before taking out a fiddle for himself and moving to sit atop the wagon of the others.

He plucked his strings, allowing the light tune of chords echo about as the others talked to themselves.

But, he still listened nonetheless.

Sadly, there were no words he could offer at the moment as he looked at the distance, features remaining solemn as they journeyed forth.

"May I dare suggest something, Lucien?," he called out from atop the wagon 

We travel to lands unknown. Even if we only have to scout to call the expedition a success, it's a given dangers lurk. Perhaps we'll even meet beings or creatures way above our pay-grade.

Or something el--

Actually, no. I've promised to follow your lead so you may learn," said Falael, as he resumed his plucking.
(Falael)
EXP Gain: [560*100%=560]
Falael says, "After all, Seer Naakesh is right."
Falael says, "Words hold power."
Falael says, "Our lives are now in your hand."
Tion Crenel says, "Yup. No pressure."
Lucien Solene says, "Yes, Seer Naakesh is right. As over-enthusiastic as I might be about this '********', it might be a view in the truly chaotic nature."
Virid says, "Forgot to add farmer to that Lucien, on what makes up the perfect team."
Therias Wyllowind says, "There is little to worry about, as long as we proceed with some measure of caution."
Lucien Solene says, "Right! I forgot to add farmer AND noblesman."
Virid says, "Pfft, now that you've corrected such a dire mistake! I'm going to nap until we get a bit closer, wake me up when we start floating off the ground or something."
Virid says, "******** awaits."
Virid is very much jokingly calling the place ********, and then just closes their eyes for now, awaiting them to reach closer.
(Virid)
Therias Wyllowind says, "...Flying fish, Virid."
Therias Wyllowind says, "Flying fish."
Virid says, "..."
Lucien Solene says, "..."
Virid says, "A dream."
Falael says, "No, look, I see one."
Immediately Virid opens their eyes, getting up from his spot of relaxation, from what seems to be out of nowhere his hand grasps hold of a rod to his side. In one swift movement, it extends into the full form of a fishing rod.

"Where do you see it!? I'll catch a flying fish, even if it costs me my legs!" How amazing it'd be, to have something that was mythical, because it was practically an impossibility.

After all, fish were normally in water, not the sky.
(Virid)
Leaning back against the corner of the carriage, Therias stared off into the sky, whistling a short tune whilst their carriage slowly trundled on.

Upon the sighting of the isles, the Faerla would silently look over them, taking in the sight of the floating anomaly. He had braved two expeditions into ancient ruins, it was time to see just what would happen on this newest visit into Sarea's mysterious depths.

Assuming all went well, given the relatively unpredictable nature of Fae magic.
(Therias Wyllowind)
"Before the next unfortunate incident"

It was a sentiment worth sharing. Peacetime is a privilege that none can spare on Sarea. The faster you find anomalies, the faster you can dispatch of them.

But.
Who said you couldn't stop to enjoy the views first? You came pretty far. You saw, weathered, and fought a lot of things.

Music mingles with the chatter of encouragement and banter. It is a nice night.

Hopefully it will remain that way.

Ever since the Lodestone explosion, there would be a profusion of mana from within these neck of the woods. It's enough to make you feel unsteady, but that wouldn't stop you, naturally.

"...Sir." One of the Navigators -- a familiar face -- scoots closer to Lucien. "We have almost arrived." He points to the distance, and you can just barely make out constructs in the air, obscured by towering trees. From here, you can see the spires of stone as well as islets dotting the night sky like planetbound stars.

As if on cue, the wagons slow down as they approach the entrance of a cavern. A means of ingress too narrow for carts to pass. So this means this will be where the encampment will be posted for the time being.

The Navigator hops out of the cart, holding a hefty box before putting it down. A clipboard is replaced.

"Due to the success of your last expedition," he taps his parchment. "We were able to requisition more materials for this."

[Pork Roast for 25c / Veggie Bowl for 15c / Metallic Oil 20c / Numbing Paste for 15c.

One per person.]

"Awww, it's gone. Darn it," said Falael with a click of his tongue, though a sly smile was evident on his lips.
(Falael)
EXP Gain: [28*100%=28]
The trip passed uneventfully enough, and as before, it seemed they'd be able to requisition some gear if they'd missed any. Tion took a look through his stash, then pulled out coin for some, and a few vials.

"Here. Metallic oil, to a couple of you - take it."
(Tion Crenel)
A hopeful gaze was cast ahead as he looked into the darkened view of what lies beyond the woods. And a constant smile was decorating the Solene's face.

With a smile he acknowledged one of the Navigators, smiling after realizing he was a familiar one. "Thank you."; he said, before opening his eyes wide, looking ahead. It... was real?

It was real! The passion was bubbling from the Shield, but he tried to keep himself collected, hopping out of the wagon and considering buying something...

"I will buy a metallic oil for myself.", he nodded, throwing a sack of coin to the navigator... Or he would have, wouldn't Tion had some spare "Err... Next time!"
(Lucien Solene)
Watching the terrain go on by, he scowled at Falael slightly, giving a 'darn' look.

"If I missed it, I missed it...I'll get it next time." Though there was a slight hint towards it being a trick, he just began to put their fishing rod away into where he kept it once more.

Sure enough with their sleep disturbed, he placed his head down and began to rest his eyes for quite a while. All the way until the wagons slowed, and encampment was worked on being made.

"Oh? Looks like you've got even more this time." Sitting up, he began going through the wares, tossing a bag of coins at the expeditions navigator.

"I'll take some roast and then metallic Oil...Got to at least help fund you guys a bit, some extra coin on the side for how much you help us with."
(Virid)
Naakesh admired the view of the isles and location, the mana rich air and location was literally drank in. If it was just lingering around, why not use it? They felt the mild effects of mana surplus, attempting to avoid over indulging in front of others. Not as if they could see the pupils of the Seer widen or their expression lighten anyway, given the mask.

They allowed Lucien to take lead of the journey, silently exchanging coins with the treasury employee who was present. The socialized economy was somewhat effective, maybe.

"I am prepared when you are." The Seer states, polishing the golden binds to their tome, increasing its ability to focus mana, for whatever reason. They wandered towards the entrance to the cavern.

"Shall we?"
(Naakesh D'arcy)
He tossed a pouch filled with golds to Lucien, allowing him procure materials necessary for the expedition after he jumped off from the top of the wagon, leaving his instrument of music to one of the guards.

Then, he prepared his own equipment at the sight of the tavern.

This one has too much pride to need the aid of others.

Or at least he gives it tenfolds when a kindness has been granted unto him.

"I am prepared as well," said the Seeker.
(Falael)
EXP Gain: [224*100%=224]
Lucien Solene says, "Thank you, Falael. Once again your spending habits amaze me."
Falael says, "I'm rich."
Falael says, "Ha!"
Falael says, "I have an extra tincture to increase magical potency, by the way. Who needs it the most right now?"
Falael says, "Free of charge."
Virid says, "Know what, I'll take it."
Virid says, "I'll be drinking one of those soon."
Falael says, "Alright."
Virid says, "Thanks."
The tincture fills you with brimming power. You've gained 2 Control permanently.
You can consume 1 more tinctures at your current level.
Naakesh D'arcy says, "O-oh. Thank you, Falael."
Falael says, "No worries. I'd feel more at ease, after all."
He gives a propriety salute as the exchanges concluded. The Navigator loads the remainder back to the wagon and returns with some parchment. Presumably the ledger.

"...And there we go. Thank you again for your hard work. We are always satisfied with your efforts. And...I'd like to personally thank you."

His single gaze can only do so much, but he's attempting to address the entire party.

"My brother tells me you've been kind to him. Thanks to that I was able to buy him his own uniform." He gestures to his cloak. "I will be wearing the old one of course, as the eldest."

He felt a bit out of line for expounding on his familial background, but there was some words that needed to be said, he felt.

"This is my personal thanks to you." He produces a small vial filled with dark verdant liquid. "This is a small token of appreciation. I hope it can service you in the future."

[He gives 1 Sharpening Oil to everyone.]

Sharpening Oil, Rare Quality
This oil is a magical creation that directs your aim for you- though the effect is small, and it runs out of mana quickly.
The ranger finished unloading and stood on stand-by as the Navigator tells a bit more about his family life. His eyes flick over the woods, but his attention does return back to the man, and he gives a slight nod.

"Give your brother our regards as well - he was most helpful during our last expedition. You've done an excellent job here, as well."

He smiled slightly, gave a thumbs up, then glanced at the gathered up group. "Everyone prepared, then?"
(Tion Crenel)
Lucien sat down in the little encampment the group has put up, resting a little before the big journey, listening to his friends chatter and mingle.

His eyes gaze over to the specific, familiar Navigator. "We just do our best.", he nodded, smiling, "I am happy that you don't have to share a single uniform now."

The Oil was taken with gratitude and stored away for later, before standing up, dusting off his attire and armor. "I think its time to start, right? I am ready!"

"And thank you for your, and your brothers help. I really appreciate it."
(Lucien Solene)
"Oh? You two finally have different uniforms, no longer sharing?" It was good to hear, and a friendly smile was tossed to the Navigator. It was good to hear that the extremely poor Navigators were in fact becoming wealthier with every trip. Trips that didn't cost himself much at all.

"You both have been great, every time that we need some guidance on the Isle." Not speaking more on the unspoken of familial matters however, the Sharpening Oil is taken gladly. In which they quickly put it away into their pocket, for later use.

"You have my thanks, this is...Pretty good stuff, I'll definitely use it when in need."
(Virid)
"This is not a small token of appreciation," said the Seeker, also an alchemist at the wanton giving away of sharpening oils.

"Six void petals is much too expensive, even to the richest men of Sarea," he said, his eyes widening as he observed the oil. He never made one, despite knowing how to, simply for the lack of ingredients.

"But, many thanks, dear friend," said Falael, though now growing curious to the Navigator's background.

Was he that rich, after all? Perhaps a hidden noble?
(Falael)
EXP Gain: [245*100%=245]
Hopping out of the Carriage, Therias took hold of one of each of the offered provisions, paying out the necessary coin, before accepting the accompanying Sharpening Oil provided by the navigator.

"Thank you for your kindness." he responded, offering a curt bow towards the Navigator.

"Alright then. Shall we set about climbing up these rocks? I believe we've got plenty of time, but I'd like to see if we can't find a bit more about the effects the Lodestone's detonation had on the surroundings."

Stowing his tome away, the noble slowly began pacing himself towards the base of the spires, quietly observing it from the bottom to the top, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

"Ahh, this'll be fun."
(Therias Wyllowind)
true
This spell costs 10 Skill Points and requires Toxic Bite or Spirit Dagger.
Falael says, "Hm... The lodestone. Chiriel told me about it. And the only thing we've incurred was monsters going wild."
Falael says, "I have some of the details of what happened already, but I may have forgotten it. Is it alright to ask for a brief summary?"
Falael says, "I kind of... got overwhelmed of what you told me, Lucien. About the High Faerla and what Chiriel said."
The Navigator recovers his professional persona and offers a head nod of gratitude before climbing onto the wagon. Arlandria does not skimp out on guards. Several well-trained and heavy-duty swordsmen and spearmen and magi keep an eye out to make sure whatever you're doing is not interfered with.

...And now you will enter the cavern.

If anything, the entrance served as a filter to prevent anything bigger than a person from entering. A small tunnel lead to a clearing in the forest -- here.

The presence of mana here is practically palpable. It felt like the thick murky air during a humid summer day, but without the heat. The pressure of something watching you, when there's clearly nothing there.

A lesser being wouldn't last a minute here. But you all? It's nothing more than a cicada chirping nearby.

Now you can view the islets in their full glory. Whatever discomfort you all felt from entering vanished in an instant as soon as you tilted your heads up.

Imagine this: an entire ecosystem in the sky. Waterfalls pouring off the edges creating massive streams and bridges of rainbows that connect to each other. Landmasses made of crystal and stone with individual biomes to grace their unique presences. And you can see them...

...You can see fish jumping from one stream to the next, practically *flying* over the other.

"An Arcadian Sky" would be the best way to describe it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVYZ-XdyQW0

[/roll 20 to investigate the area. Highest number will prompt a quick narrate for that person.

If you have the (Conjure Feather) fluff spell, you can also access new information.

If you have (Wealdstep) fluff spell, youc an also access new information.]

Tion Crenel has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 7.
Falael has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 8.
Virid has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 5.
Therias Wyllowind has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 11.
Lucien Solene has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 1.
Naakesh D'arcy has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 15.
The Seer follows behind Lucien, noting the feeling of being watched. Likely the same as last time, though the location was certainly breath-taking. They look throughout the group with a relative expression of contentment under their mask.

"Like a picture out of books...-" They mutter quietly, under their breath. "Quite the happening we have caused." It was an impressed tone, but held a feeling of guilt. What had they done? It was a sight unlike anything Naakesh had seen in their travels.

"Be aware. We are likely not going to be alone, there is a chance a spirit or other-planar entity is causing this, so do not let your guard down." A stern reminder. It was always important, especially anywhere related to the fae, less you get lost in the wyld.

"Do enjoy the view though. It is unique."
(Naakesh D'arcy)
"They fuckin' exist," muttered the Seeker at the sight of the flying fishes.

Hopefully, with this, Virid will not think he was lying!

___

But, then, soon after, his eyes wandered about; this was not a cavern at all.

More like a true ecosystem, or rather, a world of its own.

It filled him with unbridled joy, almost dropping his staff upon the ground.

Sarea, some have called it a ******** of magic. A ******** for the lost. A ******** for those looking for a new home.

Also, an untamed land of conquest for glory.

But, ultimately, the gate to answering what's behind the coming convergence of planes.

"It was worth it, after all, professor," he muttered to himself, though taken out of his reverie as Naakesh spoke, nodding his head.

"The sky," he whispered to himself, before looking up.

Is there a sky?
(Falael)
EXP Gain: [408*100%=408]
"Well. no returning now!", he said, and went ahead into the cave entrance, going through with a sense of wonder filling him, especially as they ended up in the forest behind it.

"I-... feel strange. Is anyone else feeling this? This... pressure?", he looked behind to the group, "The density of mana is astonishing...". The Solene just silenced himself for a moment, taking in the view of the isles ahead.

A tear of joy rolled down the Shields cheek, luckily he was looking forward, so noone could see it. "Its beautiful.", he sighed happily, contently smiling towards the ecosystem. Even the flying fish for Virid were there!

"I-.. I don't know where we even start.", he chuckled, feeling a little overwhelmed before shaking his head, regaining his composure. "Right, we need to scout this area, clear it of any hostile life-forms, and... then we can see what else we find.", he didn't forget his initial plan of setting up a expedition camp for next time- but for now he wanted to see what else they might find.

"Afterwards we can prepare an area for the camp to be built. I think this won't be the last time we are here."
(Lucien Solene)
And on they go.

Tion tightens his belt and adjusts his pouches for the squeeze through this cave. Not being an aurien nor fae, he can't sense mana as well, but the overwhelming amount in this cavern was something even he could feel. The thickness of the air, its pressure on his skin...

It certainly made one thing clear - they were in the right place.

He steeled himself through the cave. The everpresent feeling of being watched served to make him uneasy, but there was nothing that could be physically present in these environs - nevertheless, he whispered out a quiet "Be cautious."

When they finally make it out of the winding cavern, he has to stop himself from gasping. He'd seen some marvellous views in his time on Sarea, but this...?

This one certainly took the cake.

"Dear spirits, what a view."

He took in a deep, deep breath, eyes tracing over the landmasses, watching for anything that might be moving, or 'out of place', much as that was relevant in an environ as outlandish as this.
(Tion Crenel)
Stepping past the stone interior of the cavern, into the grassy clearing that lay beyond, the Faerla noble looked around his surroundings, taking in the sight of the trees, the floating isles, the various aspects of Fae magic that stitched the unnatural ecosystem together, turning it into a spectacle of light, color, crystals and other various facets of interest.

"Well, it will be interesting to see if the cause of this anomaly stems from an entity, or as the after-effects of the Lodestone's detonation."

"If it proves to be the latter, it'll assuredly be a very interesting subject to study, once we've ascertained that there is nothing of danger remaining on the isle."

At heart, the man loved a great number of things, Gems and jewelry being at the top of his list. With that being said, floating isles, and the effects certain aspects of magic had on precious materials was most certainly right up his alley.
(Therias Wyllowind)
Nodding back, they went with the others to enter the cavern. In which he stopped right after entering to halt and look over the islets in their full glory. Though the mana practically pressed down on him like a liquid, they couldn't help but give a wide smile.

"Really looks like a ********, even though this place is...Something else, something a lot more cra-..." He stopped, only to look up off into the sky, staring at streams that had fish jumping between one another.

"...Flying Fish." His prey had been spotted, and already the mans put away fishing rod was already taken out, assembled and baited. Waiting for the perfect time to finally catch one of the fish.

"I'll follow your lead here Lucien, but I'm sure you won't have a problem if I catch a fish at some point, would you?"
(Virid)
Lucien Solene says, "I-.. I mean you can try? As long as it doesn't distract you too much."
The closest islet to the ground would still be ways away from you. Even if you jumped as hard as you could, charge yourself with magic, or augment yourself, how which way ever --

--It'd be impossible as you are now to even scrape the ledge.

While everyone takes their time to brainstorm ideas, Naakesh would be looking around at the right time. They can feel a sudden shift in gravity from where they're standing, and as if to confirm their suspicions, the spot a lone robin just mere inches from them.

It "hops" around to maneuver, but every time it does, it's like watching it go in slow-motion. Every hop send them a foot up into the air, and slowly floats back to the ground.

[Naakesh can conclude there's some gravitational anomaly spots (GAS) where gravity is severely lessened.]
"Rock." The Seer mutters, wandering off to find a small collection. As they return, they obtain everyone's attention and under-handedly toss a rock towards a field of gravitational anomaly. As it crosses the field, its rate of fall lessens, gliding off a fair ways.

"Pay attention." They then toss a rock normally, the rate not quite matching.

"This is called gravity." A nod, before stepping over to such area and performing a vertical hop. They float in the air for a moment, their descent uncanny to expectations on Rhyst.

"We have broke gravity, which is bad, really, but we can likely use this overall state of anomaly to transverse the isles. Since the isles themselves don't seem the be cause of it." They sigh and over-look the islands once more, throwing a rock slightly up, to catch it over and over in the lesser gravity. Took longer than it should, obviously.

"Be careful though, it is easier to lose control in these conditions, so make each action calculated and focus. Don't move if you don't know if you can stop yourself or get back from where you go."
(Naakesh D'arcy)
The Solene sighs, "See, Tion? This is why I needed wings. I could just... fly and glide over!", he chuckled, teasing him about a previous topic they had. "And I would look cool with it as well, thats something."

A glance was given to his '*****' back. Eventually, Lucien, eventually... "I don't know a good way to traverse these cliffs. Anyone got an idea? Maybe we could find a long vine and make a rope but... ugh...", he grumbled, obviously, visiting the SKY ISLES without the ability to fly would prove itself difficult.

The Shield turns around, looking at the group with a lost expression, shrugging his shoulder in a way to portray that he didn't know how to continue.

Luckily the Seer was perceptive and found the little details. "Hey- yes! We can use that to get around."

A bit of panic fills the Solene though as he thought about using it to traverse and fly through the air.
(Lucien Solene)
Much as he tried, Tion couldn't well see how to get to the islets. Even with all the rope arrows he'd stockpiled and coiled up...

While he could probably hit one of the islets, the rope he had wouldn't be near enough to reach it, even when all tied together into one large arrow. As frustrating as it was, he couldn't see a path forwards.

Naakesh, however, seemed to find a solution.

The ranger observed the demonstration with a keen eye, then nodded, slowly. A couple of the rope arrows were partially uncoiled, with an end tied to his belt.

"Right... I think these will come in handy." He held one out in front of himself, then slowly sheathed it back in the quiver.

"If things go south, I can probably try and... ah, 'help' one of you, maybe. Possibly. Don't rely on it though." He looked about, raising a hand with the palm facing out.

"But it might work as a precaution."
(Tion Crenel)
Looking to Naakesh, Virids verdant eyes fell onto the rock being tossed. Seeing the showed differences he gave a 'huh', starting to understand how exactly the group was going to determine how to get around.

"Another good reason for wings, as
(Virid)
Whistling a slow tune whilst he walked about the clearing, Therias  silently estimated the distance from the ground, towards the closest floating isle in the sky. popping his knuckles, the Faerla eyed a nearby waterfall, watching the cascading water impact the ground below, one of the few means of entry he could consider, assuming an adequately powerful aquamancer was amongst their number.

"So...I suppose we'll need to figure out a way up. Anyone have any bright ideas?" he inquired, one hand shielding his eyes from the sunlight whilst he stared off into the sky.

With D'arcy's relatively unusual explanation over the lessened effects of gravity in the area, likely induced in specified pockets, Therias made his way towards the source of the first pocket, the same one the Seer had introduced towards the group, before he'd do a nimble little hop.

"Alright. I believe we need to have someone take the plunge. I can go for it, if necessary. I believe that I can simply use some vines to provide a far easier means of reaching the top, once I get up- assuming this works."

Testing the gravitational distortion for himself, the Faerla hopped from side to side, starting lightly, before he'd put a little more force into his legs, his skin purposefully hardened all the while, awaiting some sort of unpleasant impact in the midst of his tests.

"So, shall I go, or does anyone else have a better idea?"
(Therias Wyllowind)
The islets were too far, that even his magic couldn't teleport him that much. Much more that there was no target in sight, he wouldn't be able to will his mana to jump forward.

Now stuck and stumped, he frowned, before looking at the Seer's direction.

He watched the rock be tossed to where the gravitation anomaly was.

A nod was given to both Tion and Naakesh.

He also picked up a rock and threw farther; to find a path.

"Hopefully we won't need a lot of rocks with every step we take," he said.

"If a rock falls right down, then that means the gravitational 'road' we're walking is either coiling or moving to another direction," said Falael, sharing his idea together with others.
(Falael)
EXP Gain: [345*100%=345]
Falael says, "Or maybe I'm wrong too. I'm not a scholar of gravity."
Lucien Solene says, "You are a scholar, that works."
Looking to Naakesh, Virids verdant eyes fell onto the rock being tossed. Seeing the showed differences he gave a 'huh', starting to understand how exactly the group was going to determine how to get around.

"Another good reason for wings, as Lucien said Tion!" Already the mans arms were folded in front of him however, "So...Though I'm sure everyone here is up for taking the dive to make sure we are walking the right way...I'll go on ahead and offer my own expertise of being rather lazy. I can walk along and..."

Multi-coloured runes already started to manifest around his body, "Just teleport to one of you in case something goes wrong, or I can do it the other way? Though truthfully, I have a feeling the amount of mana here might mess me up, so it's questionable either way."
(Virid)
Tion Crenel says, "Truthfully, Therias, I think this gap is too long for a vine to be our solution."
Tion Crenel says, "It might help incase one of us falls, though - having more precautions for such is always a boon."
Virid says, "What if you were to shoot an arrow with a vine attached?"
Lucien Solene says, "Tion already anchored a roped arrow to make it easier."
Falael says, "I'm not sure if the arrowhead will be enough to carry our weights, though."
Falael says, "Do you think it will, Tion?"
Tion Crenel says, "That's my concern as well."
Tion Crenel says, "It might, or it might not"
Tion Crenel says, "It depends on what it lodges into."
Falael says, "Hm. That's true."
Falael says, "Wait. Where did that robin go? We can follow it?"
Lucien Solene says, "I mean, if Therias wants to go first?"
Falael says, "Or Virid and I."
Falael says, "We can always teleport back."
Tion Crenel says, "What I meant with the rope is - if one of you missteps and falls, I can shoot it by you for you to grab onto. I can certainly lift one person."
Tion Crenel says, "But... hm."
Lucien Solene says, "Me too, Falael, but I am still not as good as you two with these arts."
Tion Crenel says, "If you're volunteering to go first, I don't see why not."
Falael says, "Oh~"
Therias Wyllowind says, "Whomever wishes to go, I have no problem."
Therias Wyllowind says, "In any case, we will all need to go, by the end of this."
Naakesh D'arcy says, "I do enjoy watching you all problem solve. However, I believe we must only find a way for one person to get up there, then they may simply secure and drop a rope."
Naakesh D'arcy says, "So if you would, Therias."
Lucien Solene says, "Before we starve here- yes. Therias? Tion can save you if something goes wrong."
Tion Crenel says, "... Well I can't do it from down here."
Lucien Solene says, "Hm, you are right."
Naakesh D'arcy says, "I'll catch you with a vine or something, do not worry."
"Please wait a moment," a familiar voice calls out. "I'm glad to see I made it through in time." The Navigator comes by at a swift pace. He hands Lucien an empty journal with an enchanted quill, and a similar one to Virid.

"I nearly forgot to give these to you, sirs. This first one is an enchanted quill. It will automatically record any new fauna you will meet.

As for this other one, it is a fishing bestiary. We got it specially requisitioned for you, sir. As I am...Aware you are of the fishing variety. That is all. Good luck."

[The Flying Fish Bestiary will be handed towards Virid at the end of the event OOCly, but ICly he has it in his hands.]

He hustles back to the cart, and now you're free to leap up to the first rock.

[Islet 1: One hundred and fifty feet off the ground. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QdlwJm_H6o ]

You can get a better idea of what each floating isle is like now. Your first floating isle is nothing special. A nice little green rock with a small pond.

You actually spot a fish in there.

[Virid can /roll 20 to record something into the Flying Fish Bestiary.]

The apex of the islets are still hundreds, probably a few thousand feet away into the air.

Gravity feels less stiff on the islands themselves. In fact if you were to fall, you'd probably drop like a feather. You'd hope so, at least.

Everything seems lined up for everyone to gradually climb up the islands for, but you can't be certain there won't be any dangerse.

[/roll 20 and the highest number will contest against my roll.]

Naakesh D'arcy has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 4.
Cracking his knuckles, Therias slowly stretched from side to side, turning his attention to the first of what he would assume would be a number of irrational jumps he would likely be required to perform before the end of the day.

"Fair enough, let's get to work." he muttered, clenching his muscles, a silvered light faintly emanating from his flesh, radiating from between the gasp in his cuirass. The Faerla tightening up abruptly, preparing himself before he immediately threw himself upwards, jumping with all his might towards the nearest stone surface. The man appeared to aim from stone to stone, using naught but his own musculature and the innate power of the moon to enhance each jump in the midst of the anomaly.

Fingers reinforced by a thick layer of stoneskin, the man seemed fully intent to make the plunge. It was only with some luck and his own finesse, he could hope to potentially make it.

Who knew why it was the lazy Noble, and not the trained swordsman or the weavers who'd be giving the attempt. Surely nothing could go wrong, right?
(Therias Wyllowind)
Therias Wyllowind has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 3.
Tion Crenel has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 14.
Falael has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 10.
Virid has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 4.
Narrator Ren has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 12.
Lucien Solene has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 18.
The Seeker also jumped, following Therias seconds after, to elevate himself upwards.

He would then hop again and again, seemingly flying upwards to the sky, to the first rock; albeit, he looked quite awkward when doing so.

But, after finding his momentum, high pressure of water pushed off against the ground from his feet, in an attempt to make his elevation much faster.

"WHOOO! HAHAHA!" exclaimed Falael in joy with a grin, even if his little trick of magic would fail, hoping he won't fall to the ground.

"Race you to the top, Therias."
(Falael)
EXP Gain: [272*100%=272]
Virid has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 7.
"Ah, Navigator!", he looked at the friendly helper, before frowning at them. "Be careful around here- we don't know what might lurk around us.", he nodded, but took the journal with a happy nod. "Why thank you! This will surely be helpful, especially to the seekers!", he'd wave to the Navigator as they departed already.

"Well, lets get going!", he said, and caught some new confidence to rise up- and so he just attempted to jump up! He even started to flicker gracefully with golden and blue flakes of arcane energy.

He was such a show-off, really.

"If I fall- don't fret, I might be able to teleport back. If I don't...", he paused, "... was nice knowing you!", the Shield chuckled.
(Lucien Solene)
Well...

Debating and brainstorming wouldn't get them too far. With everything said and done, it was time to go up. After gathering a sizeable amount of rocks in a bag, he moved to the spot.

The ranger took in a deep breath, checked his gear one last time, then leaped up at the anomaly. He flew high, higher than he could ever possibly jump on his own power.

"This is-"

The queasy feeling in his stomach couldn't quite overwhelm the feeling of exhilaration. It wasn't quite flying, but it was closer than he'd ever been.

"You know, Lucien, Virid." He called out, after one of the hops. "I think the whole 'wings' idea of yours has some merit."
(Tion Crenel)
Reaching his hand out, they smiled brightly, "Oh! Thank you, I would love to start recording down the fish that live on the Isles...Maybe catch one or two." Moving with the others on their spot, he worked to gradually ascend with the others through their various ways. Thankfully they weren't dealing with thousands of feet jumps however.


Stopping by the small pond he halted, motioning towards the others to wait for him briefly.

"Okay real quick, let me just..." Already they were working on sketching a fish, writing down some facts in his new bestiary. This trip already was extremely interesting to the man, more-so then he  expected it to be.

But when that was done, they'd be moving to follow the others.

"Thanks for waiting briefly guys, the fish around here are real interesting. I'll keep from trying to catch this one, it doesn't seem to be fully grown just yet." Plus it was the only fish he saw there, so they weren't wanting to destroy the ponds ecosystem of a singular fish.
(Virid)
The Seer seems unable to grasp just the angle to approach from, watching several others go first. The form now honed by others, it was a bit easier to follow along, especially with the help of someone at the ledge. Knees bend and the Seer jumps, the cloak of theirs ruffling out in the air. Quite dramatic.

A gloved hand manages to catch the ledge on the way down from an awkward leap. They were able to pull themselves up alone, but help wasn't exactly discouraged. Once up, they stood and dusted themselves off.

"Right. Exercise...-" Not just staying in shape, but remembering what to do with it. It had been awhile since any truly hard to navigate location had came into the Seer's path. They gazed over the other isles, then back out over the location they'd just came from.

"Great views."
(Naakesh D'arcy)

Therias Wyllowind says, "Mmm..."
Therias Wyllowind says, "Curious effects, this Lodestone has caused here."
Therias Wyllowind says, "Imagine, a single detonation of magic, so massive, it alters the flow of gravity?"
Therias Wyllowind says, "Astonishing."
Falael says, "I'm inclined to believe this has been here. The discovery of the floating isles is way before the destruction of the lodestone."
Naakesh D'arcy says, "I was going to say..- but the locals claim otherwise."
Naakesh D'arcy says, "Words have power, with the fae anything is possible. A fold in time, a ****, even. Anything."
Lucien Solene says, "Well, only one way to find out, we must investigate further."
Tion Crenel says, "It could be the lodestone magnified the effect..."
Tion Crenel says, "Though I suppose further investigation is required."
Tion Crenel says, "...Do any of you see anything out of place?"
Falael says, "Hmmm... no, not really. It's just too.... peaceful."
Falael says, "All I see is a literal ********. Though we really do need to get closer to know for sure."
Lucien Solene says, "Apart from the floating islets?"
Tion Crenel says, "Mm. The cavern we squeezed through to get here... I might just be paranoid, but..."
Tion Crenel says, "Well, just keep a look out."
Falael says, "That's what I thought as well. At first, I thought this was inside the cavern."
Falael says, "But, it looks like we have sky. That can be an illusion, though."
Falael says, "Which is nigh impossible, seeing what we're seeing now. Physics cannot lie."
Lucien Solene says, "So I was not alone with the feeling of being watched?"
Naakesh D'arcy says, "We may be in the fae-wyld itself, even."
Naakesh D'arcy says, "Whatever it is, be aware."
Tion Crenel says, "You were not, no. I felt eyes on the back of my skull."
[Virid's quill records the fish: He catches a Poeciliia (Small)!]

Lucien takes the lead, and he's unfettered by any outside interference should he try to continue climbing the sky. Everyone will be able to follow his lead. He's setting a good example for everyone right now.

[Everyone earns a +1 except Lucien to the next skill roll.]

Up, up, up. The higher you go, the thinner the air. And it's probably not from the breathtaking views.

[Xrd Island: Five hundred feet in the air. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PuP1ygisn9I ]

The biome shifts into something less Rhystian, and more supernatural. The green grass from below are now a fresh lavender with seas of wheat the color of snow. It is peaceful.

However any faerla in the party would know for a fact it is anything but. Something looks in the distance, and it is certainly coming from the summit.

There's another pond here, surrounded by the alabaster wheat. Since this is comparably a bigger island, the "pond" here is closer to a "lake" than anything.

[Virid may /roll 20 without the +1.]

They're roughly halfway up there but...

[Random Selection: Falael /roll 20 with the option to attach +1 to it.]

Naakesh D'arcy says, "We have much to go."
Falael has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 16.
The feeling of this location was immense, the dense mana, free to be drank passively, the unnatural nature...- it was an awful lot like the recordings Naakesh had read of the fae-wyld. It appeared most of them had been careful thus far, hopefully the trend would continue.

This was not a place to play around in.

"Be prepared. There is something here." They state, watching Virid fish, seeming to be indifferent to it.

"I am certainly enjoying myself so far..."
(Naakesh D'arcy)
"Looks like Lucien is the man to follow right now, good to know one of us can get around easily." Unlike his other expeditions, there was a skip in his step, excitement glinting in his eyes. The difference in his interests obvious, as when it came to finding new fish...He loved it dearly, already writing down in the new journal.

"I've seen some depictions of this fish before actually guys, it's a Poeciliia, but I'm pretty sure they are 'definitely' bigger then this." A little disappointed to not find the big game, they could only chuckle and leave it at that.

"This place is quite...Amaz-...Oh, is that the sound of water moving?" As Naakesh expected, Virid didn't sense anything different. No, instead they noticed the lake and got closer, already pulling out the fishing rod and sending its bait forward.
(Virid)
And naturally so, there is something that calls Naakesh away. Something of the fae-nature that undoubtedly will yield something fruit when they come back.

Virid has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 11.
Lucien was... laughing? Did he enjoy floating through the skies with the lack of gravity? Flying felt free, and he was enjoying maybe a little too much. But he was able to lead with enthusiasm, and gestured the others to follow his path, as it deemed save.

Hop Hop Hop! From one to another. But he took a moment to take in the shift of scenery, it was getting colder, it was... getting snowy? Lucien always liked the snow, it gave him a feeling of peace, tranquility even.

"Its extremely peaceful!", he chuckled, maybe getting a bit carried away with his carefree attitude, he had to stop himself and wait for the others, regaining his collected composure.

A lake, huh? That might catch Virids interest again. "We should be there soon. But just enjoy the view... this is amazing."
(Lucien Solene)
As Falael had once told him, there was little point in speculation when the information they had was so incomplete. With his thoughts said, Tion pressed on along with the others. He kept tossing out rocks to chart the path upwards, and made small strides, one hop at a time, careful to navigate as steadily as he can.

It really was a long trip. The elated sensation from the initial flight gave way to unease. Perhaps it was paranoia, or perhaps it was something else, but...

Well, as D'arcy said, there was something here. The ranger's eyes flicked about, and when he was able to divert his attention from the path, he peered towards their destination itself, trying to squint to catch any movement.
(Tion Crenel)
Hopping from stone to stone in Lucien's wake, Therias looked out towards the various isles ahead of them, pushing off yet another stone on his journey. A thin frown made itself evident on the man's features, from the lavender foliage to the remarkably crystalline lake, the stillness and peacefulness of the location was upsetting, to say the least.

"Just our luck, bah. Everyone, do take care, this region has been affected heavily by the detonation of the lodestone. In turn, you could call it Fae-touched." he explained, making his way up towards the landing point where they all sought to gather.

"Watch out, there are certain to be more than a few dangers lurking in the innocence of this region. Be careful with your words, make no promises, and expect every blade of grass, every drop of water, to potentially have some level of sentience."

It was playful, a playful and cruel nature that guided the Fae of old, pushing them forward to seek out amusement and perform their tasks, all to service their own egos, their own fun.

"Expect that we may already have been noticed, and let us see about clearing this place, yes?" he stated, turning his attention towards Lucien, the defacto leader of the expedition. The sooner they cleared the place, the sooner he could relax.
(Therias Wyllowind)
He had noticed nothing, save for the seemingly shifting of biomes.

The Seeker looked down, though without a halt as he continued to fly upwards; rather, as he hopped upwards, using momentum to keep himself from falling down.

If he were to fall, he could simply weave through space and appear to one of those in the party.

However, a glance was made to both faerla.

He failed to notice anything, yet he would be a fool not to heed their warnings.

Falael felt vulnerable, especially hearing the possibility of entering a different plane. A mirror to Rhyst; Faewild.

"If we're really here. Then, this is much bigger than I thought. The first major breakthrough to learning about the Convergence," he said, yet he did not sound excited, rather his now cold, tone of voice spelled only alarm.

He could only hope for the better.
(Falael)
EXP Gain: [415*100%=415]
Therias Wyllowind says, "...Let us hope it is not so severe."
Falael says, "...Let's hope so."
Therias Wyllowind says, "I feel this is merely an inflection of the Lodestone briefly causing the Wilds to touch the land here."
Therias Wyllowind says, "Thus the term, Fae-touched, that I coined."
Therias Wyllowind says, "Very convenient, yes?"
Lucien Solene says, "Fae-touched, huh?"
Falael says, "Haha~ That's a nice 'touch'."
Virid says, "."
Something catches Naakesh's attention, and it draws them away from the group to investigate. This wasn't out of some "call", but something that resonated with their faerlan heritage.

It was noted that any faerla in the group would feel the discomfort of being watched, but perhaps Naakesh can properly investigate.

Whispers enchant their ears, and only a single thing amid them were audible for them only: [Something will be whispered to Naakesh while they're AFK.]

Virid also manages to catch a medium-sized fish. It's pink scales are so adorable!

But there's no time to dwell on fish-matters here--
--Falel, too, would find his mood not improving any time soon.

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KotyUDnSZEI]

He could easily feel the oncoming assault from...Below!? The ground beneath him splits and an outpour of rapidly growing roots threaten to engulf the entire party.

If not for Falael's timely intervention and reflexes, it was just a matter of everyone listening.

A flurry of branches extend from the ground and abruptly splits into a massive ball of spikes. The assailant, however, is nowhere to be found.

Even further does the island splinter, and with the force of such powerful magic, its actually only a matter of time before the islet shatters completely.

Escape can be as below so below. But the most optimal way is to rush heavensward for now.

Falael has been added to the party.
"Oh aren't you just a cute one!" After fighting against a fish for a bit of time, he was finally able to reel it in. Boldly fingers ran across the pink scales that covered it, Virid looking rather happy at the newest addition to his collection.

"Pink, decent sized...A real work of art, I just wonder how you'd taste now." But there was no time to have a snack, no, there was only time for him to put it away. As Falael loudly intervened and he finally heard...The earth around them starting to break apart, spikes bursting from the ground.

"Well." Looking to the lake filled with fish, that were not going to die or disperse to other island, a small bit of sorrow emerged.

"Shit."

Seeing the others starting to move, he rushed over towards Lucien, who seemed to be the best at ascending up the island so far. Aiming to follow alongside all of them, while trying to keep their steps steady on the breaking island.
(Virid)
Slowly but surely, this ******** might turn into a something more dangerous- atleast it was still beautiful. "Hm- Hm... Lets just keep going, yeah?", he muttered, as the warnings from Therias gave him a weird feeling in the stomach...

And with Falael spotting something from underneath, he instantly picked up the pace, "Quick! Don't stop!", he exclaimed, hoping everyone would be able to push forward before the dangers from underneath would catch up to them.

"This reminds me of the High Faerla in the cave... All this nature bending...", he muttered to himself, with the eerie feeling only intensifying. "We might be saver the further up we go!"
(Lucien Solene)
You have leveled up!
You are now level 49.
You've attained a new rank: C!
He narrowed his eyes, almost to a slit as his pupils shone with azure light, vanishing just a split second after a branch pierced his chest.

Appearing momentarily after, just beside Tion, pushing both arms forward as flurries of mana projectiles against the branches and roots that threaten their escape; not to obliterate them, but to give them time.

"Keep moving up," suggested Falael, but mostly everyone already knew what to do.

However, he only nodded in response to Lucien, moving slower than the rest, making sure no one was left behind. While doing so, orbs of azure, in tandem with the flurries of mana, would attempt to interrupt whatever came their way.
(Falael)
EXP Gain: [334*100%=334]
On and on they go. Tion keeps his attention focused as they ascend ever higher. Unfortunately, he focuses it in the wrong direction.

One might expect the danger to come from above, but creatures from the Faewilds are... tricky, to say the least. Perhaps it was apt that the assault came from a direction Tion did not expect.

"Huh-"

The question that appeared on his lips is dropped entirely - it wasn't important. The ranger instead glanced downwards quickly, then picked up the pace as they moved forward. Caution was all well and good, but right now, speed was more important.

"I feel as if we're on a timer, here. Up is..." He'd hesitate to call it safer, but still... "Our best option."
(Tion Crenel)
Fingers wrapped tightly around the spine of his tome, Therias quickly opened his magical Foci, turning the pages of focus at a breakneck pace, mana gathering abruptly at his fingertips. Raising one hand into the air, the Faerla snapped his fingers, scarlet sparks showering over his form in an array of twinkling lights, turning flesh and wolfram alike into a writhing mass of ethereal shade.

"...Damnable Fae-touched isles." he muttered, his voice a mere whisper as tongue and lips alike flickered amidst his short-lived shadowy form.

With an alacrity not unlike the very nature of the substance he manifested, the Faerlan warlock sped his way forward, his wispish form flickering over thorns and roots alike, narrowly avoiding the lot as a whole, as an acrid smear of corrosion ate away at the environment he tread upon.

Hopping up after the others, he quickly ascended, amber eyes faintly gleaming as his flesh slowly flickered back into sight, leaving no trace of the corrosive smog that once encompassed his form, save for the short-lived scars in the land he had once tread.

"I expect every isle will have a similar issue, I would recommend we come up with a back-up plan, should we need to jump from the top of these isles."
(Therias Wyllowind)
Naakesh heard voices, a usual thing for them, really, but here...- they were louder, and it was a voice they had not heard before. It made them feel many emotions, there wasn't time to feel, or to think though, the island being attacked by some form of grove magic.

The Masked Seer takes in a breath and rejoins the party, the book of their clans teaching in hand, pages turning themselves.

"Decay." They mummer, the effects far from able to prevent the eventual collapse of the island, but perhaps saving time as the growth struggles with rot. Naakesh is quick to follow behind the party, as the team progresses, keeping a keen eye out for any items or beings of interest.

They were not alone. This was undeniable. Yet what was their intentions?

"If something speaks to you, do not reply. Do not give out your name nor another's from this point forward." They insist, advice they had given during the lodestone mission moments before encountering the High-Faerla.

"Let us continue. We do not want to overstay, if this is where I believe it to be."
(Naakesh D'arcy)
Just before the island shatters into a hundred floating pieces, you can take solace in the face that the piece of with the lake is unharmed and floats comfortably in the air. For now.

Something is here and actively chasing them further into the sky. Thanks to the weakened gravity, it's relatively easy to maneuver around islands.

But as they approach the Apex Island, something -- a deep pressure stops them right on the island below.

[Penultimate Island: Over three thousand feet in the air.]

This one was a rather large hunk of stone carved from the explosion back in the caverns. A good chunk of it was from the murky lake with giant lilypads, which explains the floating waterfalls and oversized flora.

But even moreso than that. There's a distinct difference in reality the closer you get. You can't see it. You can only feel it. And every second you linger, you can feel that difference in reality slipping further.

The vines and roots have followed you up this high, but instead of trying to break apart the ground you were standing on, it makes itself known by growing around the edges of the islet, acting as briar walls to prevent any slippage...

A boss arena has been created, essentially.

The moon hangs just above the precipice of the Apex Island. A spire-like protrusion of rock looks like a platform for the moon to rest on.
And as you soak in the view of the full moon --

--Something slashes it.

It severs the spire -- pure stone -- and from behind that rock, a figure emerges. Two figures.

The one responsible for that display of power stands atop the flattened spire with the head of a flower and beside it, a gnarled bi-pedal tree. It wears a shawl of an unfamiliar pattern and a necklace of bells, giving the impression of something ancient.

They seem to exchange some form of communication with each other, and from so high up, it was inaudible.

The Ent retreats off-screen while the hederan rose-head leaps and lands in front of the six. As it rises to its feet, it regards you with what you think is a scrutinizing look, surveying the expeditioners.

After a long stretch of contemplative silence, it finally "speaks".

"...My name is Briar Six. There is no significance to my name. I have no significance but for one purpose.

Tribulation.

I call upon the White Elk as my witness.

Now then. Arms up. Words are powerless in the face of might."

The sight of the moon is certainly enjoy, as well as it could be, anyway. A passing thought to Zenaris was given, though quickly dislodged by the violence which announces the Hedera's presence. The hand of the Seer rose and they molded the plant life in the area, claiming a part to be used before the Hedera could seize all. Life sapped from the grove magic nearby, being directed through the grave-druids power to their own grove magic. Death into life.

"I believe we have came for largely the same reason, except we only bare ourselves as witnesses, Hedera." The Masked Seer replies off-handedly, while getting into position for battle with their peers.

"Let our conclusions be concise."
(Naakesh D'arcy)
A hedera, one of many descendants of Felsen Skarn, a veritable holy being, dependent on whom you asked within the Arlandrian empire, and yet it sought to enact tribulation on the group, with nary a reason spared.

"...Strange." he muttered, popping his knuckles, fingers turning to the next page in his tome, a faint trail of crimson mana slowly crept up from his fingertips, coalescing in the air about the Faerla.

"The White Elk, the spirit which resides in these lands, which little is known about." It was an unfortunate situation they were in, wherein they would likely have to best, and potentially even end the life of a Hedera, but much needed to be done, to ensure the success of the expedition.

"Curiously enough, I did not expect to see Hedera, unrelated to the main expedition here in Sarea. I can only assume we're looking at survivors...from one of the original ventures."

Snapping his fingertips, the potent magic that accumulated around the man's flesh rapidly began to gather in one spot, forming a condensed sphere of burning light.

"With enough might, it will be easy enough to discuss specifics afterwards. So be it."
(Therias Wyllowind)
Higher, Higher, Higher! They couldn't stop, they could only look back and be sad about the destroyed, beautiful enviorment- but the apex island was there, ready to reach! It was only a matter of time until they reached safety! "Almost there!"

But the pressure was getting to strong... And why do I hear boss-music?

"What?!", he muttered as something slashed the spire, all the altered and warped reality was getting really strange- maybe Therias was right, maybe this was all Fae related?

Was this a Hedera? This can't be... "A-Are you thinking what I think?", he asked towards his group, but before he could hope for an answer, the strange being spoke to them, challenging them!

Did he hear white elk? Wasn't this the spirit that made the many inhabitants race across the Isle?

"Prepare yourselves, friends, this won't be easy.", he announced, pulling his sword as his frame began go flicker again, slowly becoming blurry as he prepares for an attack- or a defensive manouver- but something was about to happen.
(Lucien Solene)
The White Elk? The Seeker thought, narrowing his gaze toward Briar Six. But, not before casting a glance to the Ent.

He could not tell if Briar was a Hederan or not, especially the domain they found themselves in. But, it did remind him of Amanitas Hojo a little bit, with the head of a mushroom.

And this one, the head of a rose.

Yet his suspicions was confirmed by the Seer.

"And I thought the White Elk, the spirit who sought the fastest, was an ally to Sarea," said Falael.

However, he was not sure if it was the same spirit. Or if the Hederan was even referring to a spirit.

Yet, his words were meant to gouge the Hederan's reaction, subtly seeking for confirmation. Even if that meant he had to provoke.
(Falael)
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On and on they go. As they got even higher, looking down was liable to catch Tion's breath, and thus, he did it less and less.

On the penultimate island, he lets out a sigh of relief. Even with reality warping as they move ever higher, it felt good to have something (relatively) solid under one's feet.

Even so, there was a sense of urgency. Already, he'd been looking for the next path up, but the vines and thorns made short work of that attempt. The ranger remained in the group, kept a hand on his bow, then darted his eyes about.

He felt no need to state the obvious. They were in an arena - but their challenger was not present.

Until it was.

One figure departs, another remains - offering a challenge. The ranger draws his bow, plucks out an arrow and notches it, waiting, but...

One word catches his ear.

"The white elk?"

His eyes flick about, trying to find this witness, but soon they return to Briar Six. After all, this wasn't the time for words.
(Tion Crenel)
Constantly the man was rushing along with the group, their form vanishing and re-appearing every few feet as to just keep up with the faster participants. Movements came without stop, until they finally reached nigh' the epitome of the islands.

"Looks like we're getting high up...But." Turning around briefly, their eyes caught eye of the earth that was thousands of feet below.

"If you have problems with heights, don't look at the ground." Not wanting to get vertigo he returned their attention to running from the roots. Which, in that look away however...They saw that the fish lake had survived! Which left him thankful to see them not being slaughtered.

"Oh, it stopped closing in, and...This looks like the Swamp, maybe we can get that bit of water from it, unlike before Therias!" Loudly he joked, "Also don't fall into the water guys, last time it stole my mana."

Then it came, the sound of the spire being split in half by a singular slash. Following by a Hedera and Ent standing there, looking at both of them.

"...Not a high fae, but. Doing what they just did is threatening enough to me." While sitting back and listening to the silence, Briar Siz soon made their way down and Virid frowned.

"Names Virid, there is much significance to my name." Though they had once been warned to not give out their names, the man wasn't one to deny the greeting of what was a 'challenger'.

"Arms up it is."
(Virid)