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Adventure On: Finale and Conclusion

Blue

The Mountain

Once they get close enough everything is storm, ice swirls around them, stabbing them like knives. Winds seem to be actively pushing them away, no matter what direction they approach from. Still the crystal wolves walk on, heads down, paws silent, climbing upwards.

The higher they climb the colder it becomes. So cold that ice forms on eyelashes, that air seems to freeze as it leaves their mouths. So cold their chests hurt. They would not be wrong to assume that the only reason they can withstand this at all is because of the SCA around their wrist.

Ice tumbles down around them often, shaking the ground. The crystal wolves know the way and they keep going, steady on the path. They have spaced themselves out, to be in sight of all those who follow.

The Summit

As they finally reach the top of the mountain they reach a calm space, outside of the swirling storm. Domed across the summit is a fire cage, larger by far than any they have seen before. In the middle of the giant fire cage sits a dragon. White and blue, scales that look as if they were made of ice themselves. Their head was bowed, eyes closed but they are breathing, breath escaping in clouds of freezing mist that evaporated in the heat of the cage.

Around the cage itself are ice elementals, outside the storm these can be seen by the snow they whirl around inside them, each is about three feet tall but fly in a whirlwind as they attack. Like those in the storm they try and push people around and attack with shards of ice. These corrupted spirits seem to have no reason to their attacks, they are just as likely to push a combatant closer to the cage then they are towards the raging storm.

They can be fought, fire works well against them just as ice and cold magic works well against the fire cage itself.

A Sovereign Freed

Eventually the cage stops fighting, fading away into the snow before them. The crystal wolves spring forth, nuzzling at the dragon until they raise their head. Piercing blue eyes look over the group and the dragon bows their head once. They take a deep breath and breathe out over those assembled, cold fire washes over them, healing any hurts that they have, easing their fatigue som

The crystal wolves bow their heads too, a thank you. Aerlie flaps their wings, rising high into the air. Another breath of cold fire flies out around the area, clashing with the storm for a moment before overtaking it. Around the mountain the storm calms, the ice elementals stop and seem to sink into the snow or fade into the air. The mountain descends into a calmness.

The crystal wolves will approach all those who helped free them, nuzzling into their hands, a personal thank you before a shimmering gate opens for the adventurers to step through.

Red

Final Siege

It’s been a tiring three days of protecting the crystals from the creatures that sought their power. But now, as their power is fully recharged it is time to return them to the border. That is going to be a tougher job than getting them to the volcano’s heart in the first place!

They thrum with power and that power is a siren call to the creatures of the area, fire dogs, lizards, fire sprites. Just as the mountain attacked inside the heart, here the spirtes join with the rivers of lava to flood pathways, block routes, making it harder to cross already treacherous territory, or even driving them into traps of waiting fire dogs.

The heat is oppressive, heat from around them, heat from the crystals seems to sap the energy from those carrying them and so the duty is best shared.

Eventually though they arrive at the border, a mess of melted ice and frozen lava. Each of the crystals need to be replaced.

Restoring the Border

Replacing the crystals is a little more complicated than taking them was. Each one needs to fuse with the holder it sits in. It doesn’t take any skill, just someone to hold it in place for a moment whilst the two fuse together and the magic is channelled into the ground.

Holding a crystal in place is a little more difficult when being attacked by the creatures. The fire creatures keep up the attack until all of the crystals have been replaced.

The Land Repaired

When the last crystal is in place there is a ripple across the land. An invisible line, an ancient magic, connects the crystals, seperating the two lands. Ice recedes from lava and the melted snow refreezes. The borderlands of slush undergo transformation as the two elements separate from each other once more. A land of fire and a land of ice, with a pulsing magic separating the two.

The firedogs and lizards retreat, fire elementals calm and join with the lava streams once more. A shimmering gate opens.

Orange

An Important Message

The Huma birds have been carrying crystals and helping the harvesters, protecting them from the blighted birds and encouraging them to work hard.

But those returning to the floating islands on the afternoon of the eleventh day of Horseshoe come bearing black cloth bags in their talons, each has a scroll attached. The Huma birds will make it very clear they are to read the scroll first.

DO NOT OPEN THE BAG UNTIL NIGHT FALLS

Inside this bag are rare crystals. When they are exposed to the light of the sun they will cause the islands to sink back to the ground. After the sun has set tonight please distribute these evenly around the islands and then depart back down to the land below before sunrise. The lands natural magic will do the rest but we do not recommend being on the islands when they fall.

Thank you for your hard work.

The Adventurers Guild

With a long night ahead they may wish to rest for the remainder of the day.

Distributing the Crystals

If they do as they are asked then it will be a long night, there are many chunks of islands and a lot of crystals to distribute. The darkness makes it harder and the blighted birds seem even grumpier in the cover of darkness.

The wind sprites also are not resting and indeed seem delighted that playtime has been extended into the hours of night. Placing crystals is difficult when the Voidtreckers find themselves swept up into the air to dance around the trees.

Getting down by sunrise may be a little trickier than placing the crystals, especially if they have used up their flight potions, but hopefully there are enough people to help everyone get to safety.

Islands Fall

The sun rises, as the first rays of light hit the island they begin to vibrate, shudder. Then one by one they begin to fall, rapidly and chaotically. It is perhaps wise to not be anywhere near the crater as they do so.

They land in a crash of dust, which obscures the area. When the dust clears however they will see a perfect undamaged land. The pieces have fit back together, exactly where they should be, despite the chaos. The land is repaired and whole once more. Huma birds call excitedly as they dart through the air, their land restored.

A gate opens, for them to step through if they wish.

Purple

A Cure

It is day ten of Horseshoe when the first Huma birds fly into the village, they carry crystals either in bags in their talons or in their beaks.

The villagers clearly know what is going on for they welcome the birds and take the crystals thankfully. Anyone not currently fighting or purifying crystals is brought in to help distribute cures.

Actually curing someone is easy, it just requires the crystal to be touch an affected person or creature. The crystals are only good for one cure so those curing the blighted will be required to carry a few and run them to the villages.

Others can take crystals out into the woodland, looking for blighted animals to help.

A Final Fight

All but one of the golems have been found, defeated and restored. The final one has been elusive, not approaching the village or even the nearby woodlands.

The restored golems are back to standing vigil in each village, ready to deal with any attack that may occur.

But when an attack comes, it is not on a village, but on the shrine in the centre. A golem, three trolls and a host of animals, some blighted, some just angry. They attack in the early morning, the villages awoken by shouts and sounds of battle.

Luckily the blighted creatures can be healed, angry animals can perhaps be soothed. The trolls cannot be soothed though and will indeed try to rile up the animals again, to cause as much chaos as they can.

Peace Once More

Once the final golem is taken down, the crystal restored and the trolls defeated there is a quiet comes across the villages. Those who were blighted are cured, the golems are back in their place as guardians of the village and thanks to the adventurers the villages have gotten through this time with minimal damage.

The villagers thank the adventurers, tell them to come and visit whenever they are in the area. A gate opens, for any voidtreckers who wish to return to Royal Lake Hill.

Royal Lake Hill: All Teams!

They return to the tavern, each to the inn that they set off from. The town is a little busier now, more areas have recovered from the blight and it has brought more trade into the town. Everyone is still relatively elderly or young, non fighters. But the market is bustling, there is even a puppet show going on in the square.

Around midday a beeping of their SCA will show a dot on their map where the Voidtrecker Express has landed, not far out of town, and a message. You may remain here until sunset.

It is up to them whether they wish to return to the train or spend the rest of the day in the town. For those staying in town they will find word of their deeds have preceded them and they will find no end of young, wide eyed, budding adventurers ready to buy them a drink or two in exchange for stories.

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"Ah, Mentalist, just who I wanted to see." Senku said with a smile that suggested he had a task for him, but then again, that probably wasn't that strange.

"Give me your bag." He said, holding out his hand for it.

Though he felt like he was going to get roped into more work, Gen still handed over his bag.

"This won't be anything that's apt to explode, will it?" Gen just thought it worth checking.

"I wouldn't give you something that dangerous without telling you." Senku responded.

He pulled out whatever was inside, digging through his bag to make sure that aside from some herbs he'd collected, there was nothing else that could be damaged.

Senku dropped his own bag and started putting one pound iron ingots inside Gen's bag, giving him ten pounds of weight and then topped it with a lilac coloured blanket, then he put the herbs back on top so they didn't get damaged.

"Here, you can help me carry this stuff." He added, after he'd already repacked Gen's bag.

"I appreciate the consideration," Gen said lightly, and then.

His eyes went wide. Just how much was he going to make him carry? ... Ten ingots. Well. It could be worse. Still, it's in Gen's contract, he had to sigh a little, as if put upon.

"Senku-chan," Gen groaned a little, "I have no need to loose any weight, you needn't make me do all of this exercise."

He still picked up the bag and put it on his back. "And here I thought we'd be done with work for the day."

"You'll live, because I was carrying it." Senku drawled a bit sarcastically. "And if I can do it, you'll do it better." He didn't want to point out he'd found it too heavy for him, he had a lot more in his bag.

"That's just what I bought, at least some of it. We are done with work for the day."

He sighed softly and then reached out to nudge him slightly. "Come on, we should get a good meal." A reward for helping him.

It was very true, and Gen felt a little badly for Senku. He knew he tired easily and he suspected he hated that, even though they'd never talked about it. But it's not something Gen wanted to make a big deal out of. He nodded with a tired expression when Senku said he'd do it better -

- not letting on that he was planning on pilfering some of what was in Senku's bag, to make his load lighter in turn. He'd return it to Senku once they were on the train.

Gen gave Senku a bright smile at the offer of dinner. "That sounds lovely, my dear. I am starving."

"Good. Come this way to the nearest inn then, I bet we can get something hearty there." Senku tilted his head and led the way. His load already felt lighter, because ten pounds was a lot to him, even if it was still a little on the heavy side.

"I got the blankets, I got some meat and bones to make some ramen. It looks like pork, so it's probably similar. I got a whole collection of spices, some rope and leather..." He mused. "I think that's mostly it."

"It sounds like a good haul from our brief stop-over in a place that isn't a void," Gen agreed cheerfully. He more easily carried the weight on his back, which was why he'd steal more from Senku's bag. "I think something must be wrong with me - I'm actually looking forward to making noodles, and it's a pain to do."

"Did you break me?" Gen asked, playful.

"Noodles are by far one of the least taxing things I made you do." He snickered. "Ah, but I have Roland's favour, might cash that in." He rubbed his hands together with a devious expression.

"I'm sure he can cut the noodles."

"Mmm, he could. He could also help stretch them, kneed them, roll them out..." Gen smiled, the glint in his eye similarly devious.

"I'm sure he won't complain about a little bit of manual labour." Senku hummed pleasantly, he's in a good mood, this is a good plan.

Also, their mission had gone well, and no one got hurt that he knew of.

"He does owe you a favor," Gen mused. "He seems like the kind of man who would think it's dishonorable to complain about it."

"I'm sure. You however, have no problem complaining." He said, teasing him a little bit before opening the door to the inn, gesturing that Gen should enter.

"I doubt they have cola here, unfortunately, probably not much to drink that's not alcohol."

"I've never claimed to have honor, my dear," Gen grinned widely.

He nodded as he entered, but then waited for Senku to follow, so they could pick out a seat together. He groaned.

"Perhaps they'd have hot chocolate? That might be something they'd manage here, right?"

"Now that I don't buy for a minute." He knew very well Gen had honour, it was just on his own terms, something he could respect.

"If they don't, ale typically only has 3% alcohol, so one wouldn't be enough to affect you too much, and probably what I'll stick to. I don't drink that often anyway."

"All the same, I'm going to try and avoid it if I can," Gen laughed lightly, as if he wasn't that worried. "If nothing else, all worlds have water. If they can support us visiting them, I'd think!"

"That I'm sure they can manage." Senku agreed, not complaining at all if Gen didn't want to share a drink with him, he knew he didn't drink much, if at all.

Gen found a good place for them to sit - near enough they could people-watch for amusement, but out of the way enough so that it was unlikely someone would accidentally bump into Senku. That's something he encountered previous evenings here, and didn't think his friend would appreciate it.

"I've learned something just a little concerning," Gen told him. "It turns out that people can just ... lose time. Someone on our train woke up in the luggage compartment this morning, after being missing for days."

It's not really a cheerful topic, despite Gen's smile, but he didn't want to sit on the information if Senku wasn't already aware.

He sat on the other side of the table, tucking his bag underneath before settling in the chair, crossing one leg beneath him. He wouldn't have liked being bumped into and crowded, and it was good that they were a bit out of the busiest part of the inn.

"That is concerning. You'll have to tell me who it is so I can go ask them about it." Senku said and waved down someone.

"We'll each have the dinner special, water for him and an ale for me." He paid the cost to the waitress and let her go, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. "Looks like it's some kind of stew with potatoes, vegetables and bread." He shrugged, he wasn't terribly picky anymore. Couldn't be worse than what he'd eaten before.

"I don't know if you've met Webmind? He's some kind of robot, maybe, I think you'd like him," Gen said, because he knew Senku.

His bag was placed on the ground next to Senku's - he'd steal some of Senku's things so his friend didn't carry too much later on.

Gen hummed. "I'm sure it'll be delicious. Perhaps heavy on the salt, but we certainly can't complain, right, my dear?"

"I'm familiar. He got me some textbooks awhile ago, before you came." Senku responded. "Nothing you'd be interested, advanced mathematics." He explained. He'd donated them to the library when he was finished reading them.

"Nah, I won't complain about that. I don't think any of us are as picky as we used to be, after all we eat that foxtail ramen pretty often." He sighed. "But that burnt bread was too nasty, fortunately we have Francois now."

Gen's smile was either amused or fond, perhaps it'd be hard to tell in the low light of the inn. "Of course you found textbooks to read in your free time. You're making all sorts of friends, Senku-chan."

Then, he groaned a little. "Bread making is a lot harder than the internet had me believe. Francois was a savior, they really were. If it weren't for them, we would've gotten scurvy for sure!"

He snickered at that. "I would not have let you get scurvy." He rolled his eyes slightly.

"Ah, I knew the science, but clearly I still needed to work on it, that's always the trick isn't it?" Senku asked with a bit of a hum.

"I did." He confirmed. "There are many textbooks in the library, but nothing terribly challenging or something I don't know already."

"So I should be saving up my points to buy you textbooks?" Gen teased playfully.

He hummed. "Science requires experimentation, you've always told me that. Except when experimentation is your next meal ... I prefer a little less trial and error."

"Nah." He chuckled a little bit. "Unless there's something I need to learn. Magic stuff maybe." He didn't know how many points he had, he'd have to check later.

"Wish it worked that way, but it doesn't, we're stuck with my memory. Or were anyway, Francois' clearly more experienced than I am. I'm not going to complain."

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