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[b][color=Aquamarine]Midna: level 7[/color][/b] EXP: [color=Aquamarine]/////////////////[/color]//////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (17/70)
[b][color=Aquamarine]Location:[/color][/b]  Sandswept Sky - Baur’s Reach
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[color=Aquamarine]”Lighting the laps, lighting the laps, if this doesn't do shit I’ma break you aaaaall”[/color] Midna said to herself in a sing song voice as she rode from lamp to lamp, baring the fire via burning branches broken off of trees. Once the last of them was lit her wolfos padded back from the scene so Midna could take in the fruits of her labor and exact her judgment on the lamps.

Clearly fearing for their existence, the lamps did as lamps do and burned warm and bright, and in the process thawing some of the frozen pools around the clearing and revealing first and foremost a classic sunken treasure chest within one of their waters.

[color=Aquamarine]”Alright you get to live. Court is adjourned because it is fishing time”[/color] she informed the lamps with an approving nod before getting her wolfos to pad over to the bountiful pool so that she could extend her shadow hand and lower it into the water like a salvage claw, plucking the chest from the water and then dumping it into the thawing snow. The princess hopped off of her mount, flicked open the locks and then in time honored tradition dramatically threw up the lid of the chest and then leaned in close, practically tipping over the edge into its interior to get a hold of its contents and then finally pulling them out and raising her prize aloft triumphantly. 

You could almost here the “du-du-du-duuuuuuun” jingle playing as she finished her treasure collecting. Then the moment was over and she stopped showing the items and instead brought them down to eye level where she could actually examine them.

[color=Aquamarine]”Huh. Knives. Good job chest, you know what every girl wants.”[/color] she praised the chest as she examined the artfully made and ornamental decorated pair of blades. One was regular knife sized and decorated with a small gold skull, the other long enough to almost be a short sword in the impish woman’s hands. Both were styled with gold and sported a ruby gem on their pommel which may or may not have had a tangible benefit, but certainly did make them quite stylish. With the ornamentation in mind she gave them a discerning eye to see if there were any hints of magic involved or if they were just lovely, and expensive, pieces of craftsmanship. Unfortunately for the chest, its reward for holding such a nice prize ended up being hurled at a giant wasp a few moments later as the thawed out stinger hive incident occurred, the chest crashing into one of the wasps and shattering into splinters and metal fragments.

[color=Aquamarine]”Sorry, did I do that?”[/color] she asked rather rhetorically as the incident died down [color=Aquamarine]”I mean look on the bright side, no one got hurt and someone gets to wear that stupid hat and crush an evil beehive spirit. Won't that be fun?”[/color]

While they were at that, and just before things froze over again, Midna rode over to pick through the tent. The beans and matches got tossed in with the other travel rations/supplies, while Midna picked through the other items herself while saying [color=Aquamarine]”Huh, well that’s convenient. I was just thinking about getting some reading for the train rides earlier”[/color] as she inspected the tomes to see if any of them were worth an idle peruse. Said perusing was something she could do while riding in fact, thanks to her mount being more than smart enough to follow the gang’s lead while keeping its eyes peeled for threats.

So, after briefly dismissing her wolf and just floating up the waterfall after the troops, she spent a bit of the mostly uncontested ride through the snows covering the shallow slope leafing through the books and making the odd throwaway remark on their contents to anyone who would listen. 

Sure there was the odd monster or pack of aggressive denizens that tried to pick a fight, but like the wasps, the rather large gang of heroes made short work of anything so stupid as to mess with them. Midna mostly left them to it and enjoyed the ride till they came across something of interest. Or rather something disturbing. 

[color=Aquamarine]”Goddesses, what the fuck is this?”[/color] she had to ask as they came across a man who had first been entirely entombed in a statue that was bolted to a tree (which upon its branches it bore the little salty fruits that had been served in the spa last night, only here they were frozen solid by the winter snow) and then after that, to add injury to imprisonment, he appeared to have been shot with arrows.

[color=Aquamarine]”Hello hey. Are you OK? No wait of course you aren't your stick in a metal statue in winter. Are you alive?”[/color] she asked, riding closer to try and work out if the statue had, say, latches or something which could be undone to unseal its victim. [color=Aquamarine]”Just hold on a little longer, and we’ll try and get you out”[/color] she told him as she did so, already committed to freeing this sorry soul from his torment.