oizys hadn't really planned on finding the first log. it was a happy accident that she had even found it. the labyrinth was an endless maze of long, winding corridors and caverns, and she was determined to find the coziest spot to park while the wind outside howled and raged. there, beneath a lopsided shelter of fallen rocks, was the log. it was crudely strung together with pine needles, tucked out of sight if not for the bright red berries stuffed into its side.

when she pulled it out, it had fallen apart. she crushed it beneath her paws even further. the edges of her claws catching the red berries. that was when she heard the others, and she followed the sound. maybe someone else had gotten something worth stealing.

attempt 1 of 5

Rolling 1d3: 3

Make my messes matter
Make this chaos count

The echoes in this place thrummed through the Geminus heir, buzzing in his blood as each step was heralded by the click of his claws againstthe cool stone flooring. It would make a fantastic place for speaking to Cantica and he would have to make time to pray sometime soon in these echoing confines.

Caves were not something that he could say he'd had a wealth of experience in, but the darkness was a familiar that he had grown up bathed in. Navigation was not an issue he was concerned with, especially with Gentian sending out trills and chirps every now and then that bounced off the walls to give the boy an idea of the depth and width around him. And while the starling could offer hints at dead ends and larger caverns, he couldn't save Darcia from smaller... tripping hazards.

Something hard caught an onyx paw and nearly sent the boy tumbling, making him skip ahead a few steps awkwardly before he turned around and squinted at whatever had nearly laid him out on the ground. Some weird log, carrying a strong herbaceous scent that reminded him of the trees to the north of the Sunless. Something had rattled inside when he had hit it, making curiosity rise in Darcia as he approached it again and gave it a testing prod.

Attempt 1 / 5

Rolling 1d3: 3

Let every little fracture
In me shatter out loud

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As soon as the log crashed into the wall, tons of trinkets fell out. Things that she had absolutely no use for and yet, her eyes looked up to see if the fellow wanted any of it but she found, instead, a lioness. A bit younger than herself but still, something worth looking at. You.. can help yourself to mine. She tried sending her voice to @Oizys though half-expected to be a fly on the wall. Zelda was usually the epitome of getting attention, especially from males, but for once she wanted to actually get the attention of this woman. For what reason, she couldn't immediately determine but grey women had to stick together, no? With that she moved a few feet and found another one, picking it up on her mouth and throwing it against a jutting rock within the labyrinth's walls.

Rolling 1d3: 2

Attempt #4
Attempt 1: 10XP, rolled a 1.
Attempt 2: Failure.
Attempt 3: 25 petals, rolled a 2.
Attempt 4: Unknown.

The ground seeped with only those which fell, and were still falling to reach its seasonal despair. Amid the rich, fresh, and brisk spring air, were marveled little specimens of vibrant colors - browns as dark as pine wood, reds that resembled a forest's wild flames, yellows that could be found to be similar to the very sun that warmed them all below and amongst it all the paling imagery of yellow canaries finding their whims back to sunset when the reign of the harsh winter began to fizzle outward. These things reflected into the eyes of a gentle creature, running beautifully through the one's mind as it had several, several times before. He breathed a small sigh passed her black lips, the end of her muzzle twitching to the new scents springing up into the life that flowed and surrounded him. It isolated his own scent, and ever since he could not smell his own, he was very well knowledged to tell that those around him could. Upon the paw-beaten path, to what was covered with the colorful, scattered soldiers of the trees above him, he had been treading by his silent self.

Soon, his mind was distracted by another source, lifting his eyes away from the soldiers to be utterly attentive to the drumming of war serenading itself throughout the beaten pathways. Stone trembles within their wake - a shattering cry of the earth below as each smell crowds amongst the cordial plane of existence. Wafting its way unto the vicinity of mongrel beasts that lurk within the darkness - smothering him in all but a cloud of distant and unfamiliar scents. Nikolai prickles, a slight feeling of disdained worry bubbling in his bosom as the unease settles inwards. With careful steps - the creature would stalk. Lurking amongst the riveted stone walls and promise - only to be pushed further into a corner of fear at the resounding of sodden wood crushing beneath his toes. What the fuck?

Attempt (1 of 5) -

Rolling 1d3: 1

Myrkvi had followed after @Cassandra on this adventure. He’d catch up eventually and find her already snagging one of the strange logs. He approached his wife to greet her with a bump of his head on his way to snag a log that was nearby. Interesting trinkets could always be brought home for the cubs.

Others had gathered here as well. He noted his nephew @Ölivr among them and took a moment before breaking the log to wonder after his mother. Kvi did miss his sisters after all.

A curious crack a moment later would have the contents of the log spilling out around his paws.

Attempt: 1/5
Roll:

Rolling 1d3: 1

  

  

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@Zelda noticed him staring and he laughed warmly, shrugging his shoulders. He wasn't one to turn shy when caught. "no, no. They are yours pretty lady, just admiring your chosen style," he explained with a wink before grabbing another log with his jaws. Bringing it over to the first one he lifted his head high, then stood on his hind legs balancing awkwardly. Then quickly he jerked down aiming to let go of the log and slam it into the ground to let it shatter. Quickly gathering the fauna inside that smelled good, he had plans for it.



attempt 1 / 5 success (1)
attempt 2 / 5 pending

Rolling 1d3: 2

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speech


So many lions…. The pale faced beast would pause, looking at the many tracks that led into the labyrinths entrance. Ears would flick back, he didn’t recognize any of the scents, meaning his brother and sister were not among those that had congregated. He would frown, unsure. Did he really want to meet so many lions not knowing where he stood? Maybe it is a good thing…a Sign… A heavy sigh would expel from his lungs as he moved forward.

Walking into the mouth of the Labryinth only to pause again, taking in the sights and allowing his eyes to adjust to the dimmer light. More oddly stuffed logs and there were so many more lions to contend with. He didn’t like this but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity for trinkets and herbs. Thus, he would move forward, looking for more of the fancy logs.

Rolling 1d3: 2

Attempt 1- unknown

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Quickly her attention falls back to the bright male that had been watching her work. Momentarily ensnared by his compliment but all the while knowing (without any doubt) that she was almost the prettiest lady here. Almost. Maybe she and the other gray woman were tied for the role but she smiled at @Bronx, dangerously charming as she respected a man who inadvertantly told her she was clever. After all, she did not see anyone attempting to throw them against the wall and make quick work of it in such a way. Occasionally it got a little mess and shrapnel exploded elsewhere but it was fun and that was all that mattered. Easily taking a few jumping steps forward to grab the next one in her mouth and throw it at the wall with all the force she got muster. Likely going to wake up with a sore neck tomorrow but it would be worth it, she supposed.

Rolling 1d3: 1

Attempt #5

Attempt 1: 10XP, rolled a 1.
Attempt 2: Failure.
Attempt 3: 25 petals, rolled a 2.
Attempt 4: 25 petals, rolled a 2.
Attempt 5: Unknown.

speech


He was relieved that no one seemed to take notice of him. He didn’t particularly want to get into any drama just yet, instead, he would just keep his ears open and listen to what was going on around him. If he heard something of interest then he would move closer and listen, but til then he was going to just focus on finding trinkets.

Moving to a second log, he would begin pushing on it, using his weight and muscles to break it open. The satisfying crack as the wood fractured and split open a bit would make him grin, pushing down even more one last time, it would explode open. Sweet!

Rolling 1d3: 1

Attempt 1- 25 petals (2)
Attempt 2- unknown

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A grin was sent to Cassandra as she too went about attempting to break the logs. He noticed the way Zelda's gaze lingered a bit when he fed her a compliment and he chuckled. Ah, starved for the right words was she? Maybe another time. Seizing another log he would gather in his front paws now laying down with it. His claws began to scrape at the bark trying to find weakness in it. Jaws closed around exposed parts gnawing and feeling wood beginning to crack under the preassure. He was doing this lazily to conserve some energy to bring these back to the Brook.



attempt 1 / 5 success (1)
attempt 2 / 5 success (2)
attempt 3 / 5 pending

Rolling 1d3: 2

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@Zelda @Cassandra