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middleofsomewhere2020-01-11 09:12 am
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Let it Snow: Red Start
The doors slam shut, the train moves. Through the snow this time but the shuddering is almost worse that entering the void. "Red team to doors." The visibility out of the window is low but they are moving further up the mountain.
The doors open, allowing red team to jump. The snow here is thick, there is little protection from the howling winds and biting cold.
Their SCA shows a route, following it will, presumably lead them to the gang that caused these problems. Here on the low slopes of the mountain there are some homesteads. Much fewer than in the town itself but cottages and small farm houses. All seem abandoned.
For now there is not much to do but to walk, forge a path through the snow. Fight the snow and ice monsters that attack and do their best to survive as they follow the map towards their goal.
The doors open, allowing red team to jump. The snow here is thick, there is little protection from the howling winds and biting cold.
Their SCA shows a route, following it will, presumably lead them to the gang that caused these problems. Here on the low slopes of the mountain there are some homesteads. Much fewer than in the town itself but cottages and small farm houses. All seem abandoned.
For now there is not much to do but to walk, forge a path through the snow. Fight the snow and ice monsters that attack and do their best to survive as they follow the map towards their goal.
OTA
He jumped out of the train with elation as the doors opened, tumbling immediately into the snow. He would eventually poke his fire back up out of a snowdrift and watch as the rest of the team exited the train. As the wind and cold hit him his head would change from the bright magenta it normally was to a low black flame that looked almost more like smoke than actual fire. The gleam of his gem would turn into a bright gold as he looked over the homesteads and they started to move.
When the ice and snow monsters started to attack Prisoner had no hesitation as the little charm at his wrist turned into a polearm and he jumped at the enemy, slicing it into pieces. A little snow and ice was nothing compared to where he was from and he particularly seemed to be having fun with it.
Re: OTA
He'd approached after he'd jumped and saw Prisoner had landed roughly. Moving over to him, he stopped when that flame popped up out of the snow. "Wow, you are not a graceful corpse are you?" He joked before offering his hand to help the guy up (only because he was wearing his armor and Prisoner had gloves on).