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[color=FFC6C6][u]Level[/u]: [b]6[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 75/60[/color] [color=2e2c2c]------[/color] [color=BC8DBF][u]Level[/u]: [b]2[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 17/20[/color]
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[color=lightgray]Word Count: 547 (+1 exp)
[b]Location[/b]: Sandswept Sky - Split Mountain[/color][/center]
It was the coldest either of the Travelers had ever been, no contest. As they stepped out of the lift Primrose and Therion walked forward slowly with their heads ducked and their limbs drawn tight to their center. The chill of the Frostlands had nothing on this mountain top. Even in the black heart of Stillsnow staring down the Obsidian Parlor wasn't quite so daunting as this. The scarves, shawls, and robes and little to keep out the biting cold, and even with flame held in her hand Primrose could barely feel it's warmth. 

Then there was the wind. As Braum and Big Band opened the doors at the end of the stone bridge, a deathly cold squall washed over the group. [color=BC8DBF]"Fuck,"[/color] Therion managed to bite out, his teeth chattering as he raised his arm to shield his face from the wind. It was so cold it almost felt like it was cutting the Travelers' skin. And they had to walk through this? The end was in sight, but could they make it?

The scene in front of them was a desolate white. It didn't appear anything could survive for long up here. The Seekers were alone. Or, so they thought. From the snow rose an equally white shape, and as it got closer the form of a hand was revealed. Immediately Primrose and Therion were on guard. For Primrose, she recalled some chatter about the Hand, so though she'd never seen it before she recognized it as the enemy. For Therion, well, it was a giant gloved hand come to taunt them. Nothing more really needed to be said. 

It disappeared without doing anything but talking to them, leaving them to decide their own fate. Seeing that some of their group recognized the [i]floating hand,[/i] the thief wanted to ask about it. However they had much more important things to discuss, such as how to avoid dying.

[color=BC8DBF]"That... might work,"[/color] Therion said in response to Raz. The gears in his head that weren't frozen solid were slowly turning, considering their options. [color=BC8DBF]"Walk in a 'V,' like b-birds, b-block the wind for others and s-swap the leaders out as needed."[/color] Damn, he couldn't even stop himself from stuttering with how cold it was. [i]Feels like my bones are freezing.[/i] While some considered just trudging ahead, others considered back tracking. 

[color=D34C25]"It m-might be a good idea to see if we can f-find anything us to help us,"[/color] Primrose said with a similar chatter of her teeth, following up Minda's thoughts. She didn't say anything else, merely looking over at the frozen corpses ahead of them. One seemed to be just a child, she noted sadly. If there was a similar monastery up here it would behoove them to find it. Although Primrose wasn't so sure that the presence of the graves meant there were people nearby. Like the ship stuck in the ice, it could have just been a side effect of multiple worlds collapsing in on each other.

[color=BC8DBF]"Whatever we're d-doing, let's do it quick 'cause we're gonna die just sitting here chatting."[/color] Despite his words, Therion made no move to go on without the others. He wasn't suicidal, and in this freezing cold the more they stuck together the better chance they had to survive.