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Same, found some bats. My group is a little boring-cautious and cohesive. I'm really interested to see the groups that risked the unstable ground.
Same, found some bats. My group is a little boring-cautious and cohesive. I'm really interested to see the groups that risked the unstable ground.
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[center][size=6][font=Comic Sans MS][b]Logbook of the Vortex Squad[/b][/size][/font][/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/18#post_25112117]Team[/url] | Entry 1 | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/67#post_25260927]Entry 2[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/85#post_25318701]Entry 3[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/93#post_25412175]Entry 4[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/96#post_25471355]Entry 5[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/99#post_25525256]Entry 6[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/105#post_25651575]Entry7[/url][/center] [indent][size=4][font=Lucida Console][b]Entry 1 - Rockfall[/b][/size] [font=Lucida Console][b]Date[/b]: Jan 23, 2017 [font=Lucida Console][b]Location[/b]: Southern Icefield - The entrance to Snowspire Caverns[/indent] It took us three days and three nights of flying across the harsh and icy peaks of the Fortress of Ends until we, [b]The Vortex Squad[/b], finally arrived at our destination. [center][b]Who 'we' are?[/b] Well, there is [i]Avalanche [/i](we call him Lance from time to time, it's shorter...), he is the big Imperial fighter of the team. He belongs to the [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1838332/2#post_21063218]Warrior Squad[/url] back at home and is their Major--so he knows what he's doing. Next... oh, we were able to get our physician [i]Aztec [/i]on bord! So there is someone with the knowledge to tread wounds and keep us healthy down there. Last, there is I--[i]Loki[/i]--a Bogsneak, and told to be an ambitious traveler that can not stand to stay put at one place for too long. Together we formed the Vortex Squad so we'd be able to go on a Journey into Snowspire Cavern--to explore, to learn, to discover and to see things we never thought possible....[/center] We had a guide--a frazzled, robin-blue fae called [b]Harold[/b]--had led us through massive glacial spires, rocky peaks, and stone-cold trenches cracked into the ice. At one point, Harold stopped the party to rest. But we soon noticed, Harold had gotten himself lost and now wanted to turn back alone to find the cave entrance. As these things always seem to go, the guide was not back shortly. We waited two and a half hours before he returned, by which point the sun had already begun to set and the nighttime chill set in. The fae touched down in the branches of the pine tree, turned to us, and said: [i]'Silly me! We hadn't passed it at all. It's just a few kilometers ahead.'[/i] Nothing we could do about the lost time and getting angry was a stupid thing to do. So, we gathered our gear and continued on until we finally came to our destination. It was getting late, so we set up our camp for the night, took an inventory of our food and equipment and got ourself a good night sleep. [center][img]http://orig07.deviantart.net/7c30/f/2011/111/5/3/divider_ii_by_rbsrdesigns-d3ejqrj.png[/img][/center] [indent][font=Lucida Console][b]Date[/b]: Jan 24, 2017 [font=Lucida Console][b]Location[/b]: Inside the Caverns - The camp at the base of the trench[/indent] Next day we ate our breakfast, fastened our hooks and lamps carefully to our belts, waved goodbye to our trusty guide, and entered the cave. The first stretch of the cave was relatively quiet. The wildlife was few and far between, although we got to see some fascinating species of bats, and we also collected a variety of standard geological and biological samples. As we walked further, the cave began to branch apart into dozens of passageways, each leading in a slightly different direction but still looking quite the same. The [b]group [/b]turned out to get along quite well. For every decision, we took a vote and chose the option most favorable amongst the whole team. At one point, the earth beneath us became loose and rocky. [b]I[/b] noticed it first and then warned everyone about the unstable grounds, suggesting we better find another way. But as everyone decided to turn around, we suddenly noticed something sparkling at the opposite end of the passage. Curiosity piqued and so we braved the unstable passage. As we had nearly reached the opposite end of the cavern, the floor caved out. Fortunately, [b]Avalanche [/b]had seen this coming and call out a warning, so everyone quickly jumped to the nearest stable platform. The floor around crumbled into the darkness below and the return passage was also blocked beneath piles of rubble. Looking around, we decided it wouldn't be easy to try move the rubble and head back the way we came. Also, we had this feeling that the deepest parts of the caverns might hold the most fascinating secrets. So one by one, we descended into the trench. [b]I[/b], being the one most confident in his climbing skills, led the way so we all were able to get to the bottom of the trench unharmed. There everyone started to set up the camp for the day, eat our meal and after logging the day, we were going to sleep. Signed in one's own hand [indent][size=7][font=Monotype Corsiva]Loki[/indent] [center][size=1]RESOURCE DIVIDER [url=http://canzeda.deviantart.com/art/Divider-II-205834303]X[/url][/size][/center]
Logbook of the Vortex Squad

Team | Entry 1 | Entry 2 | Entry 3 | Entry 4 | Entry 5 | Entry 6 | Entry7



Entry 1 - Rockfall
Date: Jan 23, 2017
Location: Southern Icefield - The entrance to Snowspire Caverns


It took us three days and three nights of flying across the harsh and icy peaks of the Fortress of Ends until we, The Vortex Squad, finally arrived at our destination.


Who 'we' are?
Well, there is Avalanche (we call him Lance from time to time, it's shorter...), he is the big Imperial fighter of the team. He belongs to the Warrior Squad back at home and is their Major--so he knows what he's doing.
Next... oh, we were able to get our physician Aztec on bord! So there is someone with the knowledge to tread wounds and keep us healthy down there.
Last, there is I--Loki--a Bogsneak, and told to be an ambitious traveler that can not stand to stay put at one place for too long.
Together we formed the Vortex Squad so we'd be able to go on a Journey into Snowspire Cavern--to explore, to learn, to discover and to see things we never thought possible....


We had a guide--a frazzled, robin-blue fae called Harold--had led us through massive glacial spires, rocky peaks, and stone-cold trenches cracked into the ice. At one point, Harold stopped the party to rest. But we soon noticed, Harold had gotten himself lost and now wanted to turn back alone to find the cave entrance.

As these things always seem to go, the guide was not back shortly. We waited two and a half hours before he returned, by which point the sun had already begun to set and the nighttime chill set in. The fae touched down in the branches of the pine tree, turned to us, and said: 'Silly me! We hadn't passed it at all. It's just a few kilometers ahead.'

Nothing we could do about the lost time and getting angry was a stupid thing to do. So, we gathered our gear and continued on until we finally came to our destination.

It was getting late, so we set up our camp for the night, took an inventory of our food and equipment and got ourself a good night sleep.

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Date: Jan 24, 2017
Location: Inside the Caverns - The camp at the base of the trench

Next day we ate our breakfast, fastened our hooks and lamps carefully to our belts, waved goodbye to our trusty guide, and entered the cave.

The first stretch of the cave was relatively quiet. The wildlife was few and far between, although we got to see some fascinating species of bats, and we also collected a variety of standard geological and biological samples. As we walked further, the cave began to branch apart into dozens of passageways, each leading in a slightly different direction but still looking quite the same.

The group turned out to get along quite well. For every decision, we took a vote and chose the option most favorable amongst the whole team.

At one point, the earth beneath us became loose and rocky. I noticed it first and then warned everyone about the unstable grounds, suggesting we better find another way. But as everyone decided to turn around, we suddenly noticed something sparkling at the opposite end of the passage. Curiosity piqued and so we braved the unstable passage.

As we had nearly reached the opposite end of the cavern, the floor caved out. Fortunately, Avalanche had seen this coming and call out a warning, so everyone quickly jumped to the nearest stable platform. The floor around crumbled into the darkness below and the return passage was also blocked beneath piles of rubble.

Looking around, we decided it wouldn't be easy to try move the rubble and head back the way we came. Also, we had this feeling that the deepest parts of the caverns might hold the most fascinating secrets. So one by one, we descended into the trench. I, being the one most confident in his climbing skills, led the way so we all were able to get to the bottom of the trench unharmed. There everyone started to set up the camp for the day, eat our meal and after logging the day, we were going to sleep.


Signed in one's own hand
Loki


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[center][columns] [center][size=4][b]Caesar[/b][/center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28567061] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/285671/28567061.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][center] [size=6] [b]The Weeping Trio[/b][/center] [quote][sub]The first stretch of the cave was relatively quiet. The wildlife was few and far between, although we were able to get a good look at some fascinating species of bats, and those first few hours were marked by the collection of a variety of standard geological and biological samples. As we walked further, the cave began to branch apart into dozens of passageways, each leading in a slightly different direction but still looking quite the same. It soon became clear how the decision dynamics of The Weeping Trio would go. Calpurnia had come to be the leader of the team - her inability to cooperate with the others resulting in the more group-minded members of the team following out of a desire to stick together.[/size][/quote] The dragons came to a stop as they stare at the all the passageways, they were completely shocked. Which way do they go? As Caesar and Anastasia were thinking about which they should choose, Calpurnia quickly chose a random one and went with it. As the others were following, both Caesar and Anastasia knew that Calpurnia is the leader of the group and they both groan with regret. [/columns] [columns][center][size=4][b]Calpurnia[/b][/center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28380097] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/283801/28380097.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][quote][sub]As the earth beneath us became loose and rocky, Calpurnia stopped suddenly. Turning to the group, she stretched her wings and blocked the others from progressing: 'The ground ahead seems quite unstable. Perhaps we should find another path.' As we were just about to turn around, we noticed something sparkling ever so slightly at the opposite end of the passage. Curiosity piqued, we decided to brave the unstable passage, treading as lightly as possible.[/quote] As the group kept walking, which felt like eternity, they came upon unsafe grounds. Calpurnia spreads her long wings to block the way. The two other dragons ran into each other as they were abruptly stopped, Calpurnia gave out a low growl, "[i]This isn't quite safe...I know I'm the reckless one but I actually think this is a bad idea...[/i]" The others agreed and were just about to turn around when Anastasia saw something sparkle, "[i]Wait! I-I think there is something over there![/i]" Caesar look back but didn't see anything so he shook his head but when Calpurnia looked back she saw something shimmer as well, "[i]Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go check it out![/i]"[/columns] [columns][size=4][b] Anastasia [/b][/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28637790] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/286378/28637790.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][quote][sub]Carefully making our way across the passageway, one step at a time, we had nearly reached the opposite end of the cavern when the floor caved out beneath us. Bruised and battered by the falling rocks and disoriented by the sudden collapse, we found ourselves quickly plummeting to the bottom of a great trench. Fortunately, Caesar was quick to react. Easily stabilizing himself mid-air, the imperial pulled his companions back to the cliff's edge while the rocks that had just stood beneath us tumbled deep down into the darkness. Stranded at the edge of the cliff with our return passage blocked beneath piles of rubble, there were two options. We could climb down into the trench below, or we could attempt to move the rubble and head back in the direction we came from. Feeling that the deepest parts of the caverns might hold the most fascinating secrets, we decided to try descending into the trench.[/quote] They all walked carefully, Caesar at the back who is mumbling many things, saying they shouldn't have done this. "[i]Caesaaaaar, relaaaaax! Everything is going to be alri--[/i]", Calpurnia was quickly interrupted with them plummeting to the bottom. They were too shocked to comprehend what was going on, but all of a sudden Caesar quickly snatched his two friends and flew to the cliff's edge. Caesar snarled, "[i]That was a stupid idea, Calpurnia! We could have been killed[/i]!" Nothing was said, there was nothing to say. While Caesar was yelling at his sister, Calpurnia, Anastasia was looking at their blocked passage. We could either waste time and move the rubble or they could risk going down the trench. She turned to Caesar, "[i]Hey, that's enough! We need to make a chose. Either move the rubble or go down.[/i]" Caesar replied but still had his eyes on Calpurnia, "Lets go down," was all he said. [/columns] ------------------------- ------------------------------------------- Phew :'D My little adventurers! Guess they shouldn't have listened to Calpurnia
Caesar

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The Weeping Trio
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The first stretch of the cave was relatively quiet. The wildlife was few and far between, although we were able to get a good look at some fascinating species of bats, and those first few hours were marked by the collection of a variety of standard geological and biological samples. As we walked further, the cave began to branch apart into dozens of passageways, each leading in a slightly different direction but still looking quite the same. It soon became clear how the decision dynamics of The Weeping Trio would go. Calpurnia had come to be the leader of the team - her inability to cooperate with the others resulting in the more group-minded members of the team following out of a desire to stick together.
The dragons came to a stop as they stare at the all the passageways, they were completely shocked. Which way do they go? As Caesar and Anastasia were thinking about which they should choose, Calpurnia quickly chose a random one and went with it. As the others were following, both Caesar and Anastasia knew that Calpurnia is the leader of the group and they both groan with regret.
Calpurnia

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As the earth beneath us became loose and rocky, Calpurnia stopped suddenly. Turning to the group, she stretched her wings and blocked the others from progressing: 'The ground ahead seems quite unstable. Perhaps we should find another path.'

As we were just about to turn around, we noticed something sparkling ever so slightly at the opposite end of the passage. Curiosity piqued, we decided to brave the unstable passage, treading as lightly as possible.
As the group kept walking, which felt like eternity, they came upon unsafe grounds. Calpurnia spreads her long wings to block the way. The two other dragons ran into each other as they were abruptly stopped, Calpurnia gave out a low growl, "This isn't quite safe...I know I'm the reckless one but I actually think this is a bad idea..."

The others agreed and were just about to turn around when Anastasia saw something sparkle, "Wait! I-I think there is something over there!" Caesar look back but didn't see anything so he shook his head but when Calpurnia looked back she saw something shimmer as well, "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go check it out!"
Anastasia

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Carefully making our way across the passageway, one step at a time, we had nearly reached the opposite end of the cavern when the floor caved out beneath us. Bruised and battered by the falling rocks and disoriented by the sudden collapse, we found ourselves quickly plummeting to the bottom of a great trench.

Fortunately, Caesar was quick to react. Easily stabilizing himself mid-air, the imperial pulled his companions back to the cliff's edge while the rocks that had just stood beneath us tumbled deep down into the darkness.

Stranded at the edge of the cliff with our return passage blocked beneath piles of rubble, there were two options. We could climb down into the trench below, or we could attempt to move the rubble and head back in the direction we came from. Feeling that the deepest parts of the caverns might hold the most fascinating secrets, we decided to try descending into the trench.
They all walked carefully, Caesar at the back who is mumbling many things, saying they shouldn't have done this. "Caesaaaaar, relaaaaax! Everything is going to be alri--", Calpurnia was quickly interrupted with them plummeting to the bottom. They were too shocked to comprehend what was going on, but all of a sudden Caesar quickly snatched his two friends and flew to the cliff's edge. Caesar snarled, "That was a stupid idea, Calpurnia! We could have been killed!" Nothing was said, there was nothing to say.

While Caesar was yelling at his sister, Calpurnia, Anastasia was looking at their blocked passage. We could either waste time and move the rubble or they could risk going down the trench. She turned to Caesar, "Hey, that's enough! We need to make a chose. Either move the rubble or go down." Caesar replied but still had his eyes on Calpurnia, "Lets go down," was all he said.



Phew :'D
My little adventurers!
Guess they shouldn't have listened to Calpurnia
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excite!
excite!
[center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/202352/20235107.png[/img][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/216162/21616110.png[/img][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/255785/25578478.png[/img][/center] [center][size=5]Log of Team Mercury, Day 1[/size] [i]From Aisling; to be sent to Commander Berenice and Matriarch Enya[/i][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/JTgxZzP.png[/img][/center] [b][09:34][/b] [indent]I am already weary. We set out at dawn 3 days ago. The wind is cold and biting on the ground; it is worse so high up in the sky. For me, at least, as well as Leone, we are large and can cover leagues in no time. Mazin keeps up fairly well. Our guide, however--a tiny blue fae named Harold who is surprisingly emotive for his monotone species--is slow. It's not his fault, I know. He is not even the size of my paw. But it is a frustrating experience to be forced to fly slowly when I know the burn of sore muscles would keep me warm and alone we could have reached our destination in no time. He also got us lost. Or so he thought. It turns out we were going the right direction the entire time. It... worries me that we must put our faith in someone who cannot even find the [i]entrance[/i] of the cave we are to be entering.[/indent] [b][11:04][/b] [indent]We have entered the cave. If you need to find us, simply look for the weathered sign before the gaping mouth of a cave that reads: [b]"Don't."[/b] I think you can surmise what it's telling us not to do.[/indent] [b][12:00][/b] [indent]We have found several new species of bats that Leone swears are unique. They all look the same to me. I am sending samples back to you with this log. (Not to question your decisions, but--are you certain Mazin is a scientist? I'm positive I saw him [i]eat[/i] a few of our samples.)[/indent] [b][14:27][/b] [indent]I appear to have fallen into the role of mediator. Just as well. It's why I agreed to come along, after all. Leone wants riches and glory, Mazin wants... science? I never have really understand that Skydancer. And I want to keep my clanmates alive.[/indent] [b][17:13][/b] [indent]Right, left, straight, left, left, right, right, straight, right.[/indent] [b][21:42][/b] [indent]We have made our camp for the night. We reached the base of the trench with few problems. To my surprise, Leone was the one to err on the side of caution when the ground became loose. It turns out having someone well-versed in all things natural can be useful. I admit I would not have been able to tell if the ground was unstable or simply the dirt. If you come after us, try to reach a giant trench. It is buried deep within the caves and navigating our ways down it felt like descending to the center of the earth. Luckily, I am quite good at flying. Finding our way to the bottom was not a problem. More tomorrow. For now, sleep.[/indent] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/JTgxZzP.png[/img][/center] [center][b]Samples[/b] [item=nightwing bat][item=brown bat][item=lead ore][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/JTgxZzP.png[/img][/center] "Can't sleep, princess?" Aisling glances up from her report, pen stilling halfway through a word. "I've asked you not to call me that," she replies smoothly, giving Leone a once over. The other Imperial grins at her, half-smile on his face as if he has suddenly remembered a very funny joke. The scar over his missing eye crinkles as he chuckles at her response. "I can't help it. You [i]are[/i] a princess. I'm trying to be respectful," he says with a wink that makes Aisling roll her eyes as a smile threatens to play on her lips. Leone spreads his bright orange wings and shimmies off his wing guards. He sets his staff and hat next to them but leaves his armor on as he curls up next to her. Aisling wonders if he might be as unnerved as she is down here. Nothing feels quite safe, even though they have yet to encounter any [i]real[/i] danger. She shifts her sword, feeling the comforting weight of it press down on her waist. Even if the bright rapier is far more for show than action, little more than a symbol of her status, knowing it is there helps. "What are you doing, anyway?" Leone asks with a yawn, curling into a ball with his tail tucked over his snout. His eye watches her, curious. "Writing a log to send back to Commander Berenice and Enya," Aisling tells him. She can't keep herself from grinning when Leone makes a face. "The commander creeps me out," he complains. "You know they say her scales are stained red with the blood of the dragons she's killed?" "How would she ever have killed that many dragons?" Leone makes a shuffling motion that Aisling thinks is a tired shrug. "You should sleep," he says after a moment. As if to punctuate this, Mazin, dead asleep a few yards away, gives a loud snort and rolls onto his back, his feet kicking at the air. "...he has the right idea for once," Leone mutters and Aisling just shakes her head. "I'm almost finished. You sleep first. You seem to be barely awake as it is. I can take first watch." "I'm awake," Leone yawns, but his eyelids are heavy. "A princess... shouldn't have... to take... first..." Aisling lifts a brow and prods the other Imperial, lightly at first then with more strength. "Asleep in the middle of a sentence," she murmurs to herself. With a yawn, she reaches out to pull his cloak to cover him better, and he shifts contentedly beneath it. She turns to face the entrance and settles in for first watch. [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/JTgxZzP.png[/img][/center] @squidragon This is super fun!! I'm loving seeing the stuff other people are posting.
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Log of Team Mercury, Day 1

From Aisling; to be sent to Commander Berenice and Matriarch Enya
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[09:34]

I am already weary.

We set out at dawn 3 days ago. The wind is cold and biting on the ground; it is worse so high up in the sky. For me, at least, as well as Leone, we are large and can cover leagues in no time. Mazin keeps up fairly well. Our guide, however--a tiny blue fae named Harold who is surprisingly emotive for his monotone species--is slow. It's not his fault, I know. He is not even the size of my paw. But it is a frustrating experience to be forced to fly slowly when I know the burn of sore muscles would keep me warm and alone we could have reached our destination in no time.

He also got us lost. Or so he thought. It turns out we were going the right direction the entire time. It... worries me that we must put our faith in someone who cannot even find the entrance of the cave we are to be entering.

[11:04]

We have entered the cave.

If you need to find us, simply look for the weathered sign before the gaping mouth of a cave that reads: "Don't."

I think you can surmise what it's telling us not to do.

[12:00]

We have found several new species of bats that Leone swears are unique. They all look the same to me. I am sending samples back to you with this log.

(Not to question your decisions, but--are you certain Mazin is a scientist? I'm positive I saw him eat a few of our samples.)

[14:27]

I appear to have fallen into the role of mediator.

Just as well. It's why I agreed to come along, after all. Leone wants riches and glory, Mazin wants... science? I never have really understand that Skydancer. And I want to keep my clanmates alive.

[17:13]

Right, left, straight, left, left, right, right, straight, right.

[21:42]

We have made our camp for the night. We reached the base of the trench with few problems. To my surprise, Leone was the one to err on the side of caution when the ground became loose. It turns out having someone well-versed in all things natural can be useful. I admit I would not have been able to tell if the ground was unstable or simply the dirt.

If you come after us, try to reach a giant trench. It is buried deep within the caves and navigating our ways down it felt like descending to the center of the earth. Luckily, I am quite good at flying. Finding our way to the bottom was not a problem.

More tomorrow. For now, sleep.
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"Can't sleep, princess?"

Aisling glances up from her report, pen stilling halfway through a word. "I've asked you not to call me that," she replies smoothly, giving Leone a once over. The other Imperial grins at her, half-smile on his face as if he has suddenly remembered a very funny joke. The scar over his missing eye crinkles as he chuckles at her response.

"I can't help it. You are a princess. I'm trying to be respectful," he says with a wink that makes Aisling roll her eyes as a smile threatens to play on her lips. Leone spreads his bright orange wings and shimmies off his wing guards. He sets his staff and hat next to them but leaves his armor on as he curls up next to her.

Aisling wonders if he might be as unnerved as she is down here. Nothing feels quite safe, even though they have yet to encounter any real danger. She shifts her sword, feeling the comforting weight of it press down on her waist. Even if the bright rapier is far more for show than action, little more than a symbol of her status, knowing it is there helps.

"What are you doing, anyway?" Leone asks with a yawn, curling into a ball with his tail tucked over his snout. His eye watches her, curious.

"Writing a log to send back to Commander Berenice and Enya," Aisling tells him. She can't keep herself from grinning when Leone makes a face.

"The commander creeps me out," he complains. "You know they say her scales are stained red with the blood of the dragons she's killed?"

"How would she ever have killed that many dragons?"

Leone makes a shuffling motion that Aisling thinks is a tired shrug. "You should sleep," he says after a moment. As if to punctuate this, Mazin, dead asleep a few yards away, gives a loud snort and rolls onto his back, his feet kicking at the air. "...he has the right idea for once," Leone mutters and Aisling just shakes her head.

"I'm almost finished. You sleep first. You seem to be barely awake as it is. I can take first watch."

"I'm awake," Leone yawns, but his eyelids are heavy. "A princess... shouldn't have... to take... first..."

Aisling lifts a brow and prods the other Imperial, lightly at first then with more strength. "Asleep in the middle of a sentence," she murmurs to herself. With a yawn, she reaches out to pull his cloak to cover him better, and he shifts contentedly beneath it. She turns to face the entrance and settles in for first watch.
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@squidragon This is super fun!! I'm loving seeing the stuff other people are posting.
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Oh wow, the message was a lot longer than I expected! Can't see what happens next.
Oh wow, the message was a lot longer than I expected! Can't see what happens next.
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omg this game is so much more amazing than I imagined :O
omg this game is so much more amazing than I imagined :O
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In case anyone's curious, here's my team's log (it's a doozy):

After three days and three nights of flying across the harsh and icy peaks of the Fortress of Ends, we, Subzero & Subsea Spelunkers, have finally arrived at our destination. Our guide, a frazzled, robin-blue fae called Harold, had led us twisting and turning through massive glacial spires, rocky peaks, and stone-cold trenches cracked into the ice. As we traveled, our hearts fluttering with anticipation, we scanned the cold and cloudy horizons, hoping that each cave we passed might be our destination. At one point, Harold stopped the party to rest beneath the thinned branches of an old and scraggly pine tree, turned to the group, and said: 'Well, I was pretty sure the cave entrance was half a kilometer back, but I didn't seem to spot it... You wait here while I circle around. Don't worry! I'll be back shortly.'

As these things always seem to go, the guide was not back shortly. We waited two and a half hours before he returned, by which point the sun had already begun to set and the nighttime chill set in. The fae touched down in the branches of the pine tree, turned to us, and said: 'Silly me! We hadn't passed it at all. It's just a few kilometers ahead.' And so, we gathered our gear and continued on.

When we finally came to our destination, we found the cave mouth to be a dark and foreboding sight. The stalactites and stalagmites stuck out like crooked teeth in a gaping maw, and the faded sign haphazardly nailed to the nearest tree simply said: 'Don't.' You might wonder what it was that we were not supposed to do, but to those of us standing at the gateway to those caverns, feeling the icy breeze ascending from the depths within, it was obvious. Don't enter.

Of course, that was exactly what we would later do. After making our camp for the night and taking an inventory of our food and equipment, we ate our breakfast, fastened our hooks and lamps carefully to our belts, waved goodbye to our trusty guide, and entered the cave.

The first stretch of the cave was relatively quiet. The wildlife was few and far between, although we were able to get a good look at some fascinating species of bats, and those first few hours were marked by the collection of a variety of standard geological and biological samples. As we walked further, the cave began to branch apart into dozens of passageways, each leading in a slightly different direction but still looking quite the same. It soon became clear how the decision dynamics of Subzero & Subsea Spelunkers would go. Our group turned out to get along quite well together. For every decision, we took a vote and chose the option most favorable amongst the group.

And so, we walked and walked and walked.

As the earth beneath us became loose and rocky, Ivytangle stopped suddenly. Turning to the group, he stretched his wings and blocked the others from progressing: 'The ground ahead seems quite unstable. Perhaps we should find another path.'

As we were just about to turn around, we noticed something sparkling ever so slightly at the opposite end of the passage. Curiosity piqued, we decided to brave the unstable passage, treading as lightly as possible.

Carefully making our way across the passageway, one step at a time, we had nearly reached the opposite end of the cavern when the floor caved out beneath us. Bruised and battered by the falling rocks and disoriented by the sudden collapse, we found ourselves quickly plummeting to the bottom of a great trench.

Fortunately, Wysteriaclaw, ice pick at the ready, was quickly able to fasten her hook to the nearest rock wall and grab on to her companions while the floor that had just stood beneath us tumbled deep down into the darkness below.

Stranded at the edge of the cliff with our return passage blocked beneath piles of rubble, there were two options. We could climb down into the trench below, or we could attempt to move the rubble and head back in the direction we came from. Feeling that the deepest parts of the caverns might hold the most fascinating secrets, we decided to try descending into the trench.

Gazing down into the darkness below with little idea of how far down this pit might go, we prepared ourselves for the descent.

Stoneflight nodded to the group and jumped into the trench with wings outstretched, leading the way through the pillars of ice and jagged rock edges. However, just moments before landing at the bottom, she clipped her wing on a stone archway, sending her spiraling down into the rocks below.

Wysteriaclaw tried to tend to the wounds, but was unable to do enough to spare Stoneflight from becoming incapacitated.

Tired and bruised after the long descent and day of walking, we decided that this would be as good a place as any to make our camp for the night. And so, we logged our activities, ate our meal, and rested.



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tl;dr: We went where we weren't supposed to, the rock nerds are rock nerds, the gigantic Imperial causes a rockfall, and the hunter alternatively saves us and then tries first aid.

Got some bats and a fossil though!
In case anyone's curious, here's my team's log (it's a doozy):

After three days and three nights of flying across the harsh and icy peaks of the Fortress of Ends, we, Subzero & Subsea Spelunkers, have finally arrived at our destination. Our guide, a frazzled, robin-blue fae called Harold, had led us twisting and turning through massive glacial spires, rocky peaks, and stone-cold trenches cracked into the ice. As we traveled, our hearts fluttering with anticipation, we scanned the cold and cloudy horizons, hoping that each cave we passed might be our destination. At one point, Harold stopped the party to rest beneath the thinned branches of an old and scraggly pine tree, turned to the group, and said: 'Well, I was pretty sure the cave entrance was half a kilometer back, but I didn't seem to spot it... You wait here while I circle around. Don't worry! I'll be back shortly.'

As these things always seem to go, the guide was not back shortly. We waited two and a half hours before he returned, by which point the sun had already begun to set and the nighttime chill set in. The fae touched down in the branches of the pine tree, turned to us, and said: 'Silly me! We hadn't passed it at all. It's just a few kilometers ahead.' And so, we gathered our gear and continued on.

When we finally came to our destination, we found the cave mouth to be a dark and foreboding sight. The stalactites and stalagmites stuck out like crooked teeth in a gaping maw, and the faded sign haphazardly nailed to the nearest tree simply said: 'Don't.' You might wonder what it was that we were not supposed to do, but to those of us standing at the gateway to those caverns, feeling the icy breeze ascending from the depths within, it was obvious. Don't enter.

Of course, that was exactly what we would later do. After making our camp for the night and taking an inventory of our food and equipment, we ate our breakfast, fastened our hooks and lamps carefully to our belts, waved goodbye to our trusty guide, and entered the cave.

The first stretch of the cave was relatively quiet. The wildlife was few and far between, although we were able to get a good look at some fascinating species of bats, and those first few hours were marked by the collection of a variety of standard geological and biological samples. As we walked further, the cave began to branch apart into dozens of passageways, each leading in a slightly different direction but still looking quite the same. It soon became clear how the decision dynamics of Subzero & Subsea Spelunkers would go. Our group turned out to get along quite well together. For every decision, we took a vote and chose the option most favorable amongst the group.

And so, we walked and walked and walked.

As the earth beneath us became loose and rocky, Ivytangle stopped suddenly. Turning to the group, he stretched his wings and blocked the others from progressing: 'The ground ahead seems quite unstable. Perhaps we should find another path.'

As we were just about to turn around, we noticed something sparkling ever so slightly at the opposite end of the passage. Curiosity piqued, we decided to brave the unstable passage, treading as lightly as possible.

Carefully making our way across the passageway, one step at a time, we had nearly reached the opposite end of the cavern when the floor caved out beneath us. Bruised and battered by the falling rocks and disoriented by the sudden collapse, we found ourselves quickly plummeting to the bottom of a great trench.

Fortunately, Wysteriaclaw, ice pick at the ready, was quickly able to fasten her hook to the nearest rock wall and grab on to her companions while the floor that had just stood beneath us tumbled deep down into the darkness below.

Stranded at the edge of the cliff with our return passage blocked beneath piles of rubble, there were two options. We could climb down into the trench below, or we could attempt to move the rubble and head back in the direction we came from. Feeling that the deepest parts of the caverns might hold the most fascinating secrets, we decided to try descending into the trench.

Gazing down into the darkness below with little idea of how far down this pit might go, we prepared ourselves for the descent.

Stoneflight nodded to the group and jumped into the trench with wings outstretched, leading the way through the pillars of ice and jagged rock edges. However, just moments before landing at the bottom, she clipped her wing on a stone archway, sending her spiraling down into the rocks below.

Wysteriaclaw tried to tend to the wounds, but was unable to do enough to spare Stoneflight from becoming incapacitated.

Tired and bruised after the long descent and day of walking, we decided that this would be as good a place as any to make our camp for the night. And so, we logged our activities, ate our meal, and rested.



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tl;dr: We went where we weren't supposed to, the rock nerds are rock nerds, the gigantic Imperial causes a rockfall, and the hunter alternatively saves us and then tries first aid.

Got some bats and a fossil though!
Female, She/Her | FR+2 | INTP | Water Dom Nerd | Vistas: 83/109 | Sea Bleps,Docs

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Here's my team's first log!
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After three days and three nights of flying across the harsh and icy peaks of the Fortress of Ends, we, Clan Diamond Dust Explorers, have finally arrived at our destination. Our guide, a frazzled, robin-blue fae called Harold, had led us twisting and turning through massive glacial spires, rocky peaks, and stone-cold trenches cracked into the ice. As we traveled, our hearts fluttering with anticipation, we scanned the cold and cloudy horizons, hoping that each cave we passed might be our destination. At one point, Harold stopped the party to rest beneath the thinned branches of an old and scraggly pine tree, turned to the group, and said: 'Well, I was pretty sure the cave entrance was half a kilometer back, but I didn't seem to spot it... You wait here while I circle around. Don't worry! I'll be back shortly.'

As these things always seem to go, the guide was not back shortly. We waited two and a half hours before he returned, by which point the sun had already begun to set and the nighttime chill set in. The fae touched down in the branches of the pine tree, turned to us, and said: 'Silly me! We hadn't passed it at all. It's just a few kilometers ahead.' And so, we gathered our gear and continued on.

When we finally came to our destination, we found the cave mouth to be a dark and foreboding sight. The stalactites and stalagmites stuck out like crooked teeth in a gaping maw, and the faded sign haphazardly nailed to the nearest tree simply said: 'Don't.' You might wonder what it was that we were not supposed to do, but to those of us standing at the gateway to those caverns, feeling the icy breeze ascending from the depths within, it was obvious. Don't enter.

Of course, that was exactly what we would later do. After making our camp for the night and taking an inventory of our food and equipment, we ate our breakfast, fastened our hooks and lamps carefully to our belts, waved goodbye to our trusty guide, and entered the cave.

The first stretch of the cave was relatively quiet. The wildlife was few and far between, although we were able to get a good look at some fascinating species of bats, and those first few hours were marked by the collection of a variety of standard geological and biological samples. As we walked further, the cave began to branch apart into dozens of passageways, each leading in a slightly different direction but still looking quite the same. It soon became clear how the decision dynamics of Clan Diamond Dust Explorers would go. Tron had come to be the leader of the team - his inability to cooperate with the others resulting in the more group-minded members of the team following out of a desire to stick together.

And so, we walked and walked and walked.

As the earth beneath us became loose and rocky, Selene stopped suddenly. Turning to the group, she flicked out her tail and tapped the earth before us: 'I believe we may be on unstable grounds. I think it is best if we find another way.'

As we were just about to turn around, we noticed something sparkling ever so slightly at the opposite end of the passage. Curiosity piqued, we decided to brave the unstable passage, treading as lightly as possible.

Carefully making our way across the passageway, one step at a time, we had nearly reached the opposite end of the cavern when the floor caved out beneath us. Bruised and battered by the falling rocks and disoriented by the sudden collapse, we found ourselves quickly plummeting to the bottom of a great trench.

Fortunately, Tron was quick to react. Easily stabilizing himself mid-air, the pearlcatcher pulled his companions back to the cliff's edge while the rocks that had just stood beneath us tumbled deep down into the darkness.

Stranded at the edge of the cliff with our return passage blocked beneath piles of rubble, there were two options. We could climb down into the trench below, or we could attempt to move the rubble and head back in the direction we came from. Feeling that the deepest parts of the caverns might hold the most fascinating secrets, we decided to try descending into the trench.

Gazing down into the darkness below with little idea of how far down this pit might go, we prepared ourselves for the descent.

Tron, confident that he could easily fly down to the bottom, led the way, weaving in and out between the pillars of ice and jagged rock edges. With his guidance, we were able to make our way to the bottom of the trench unharmed.

By the time we had reached what we thought to be the base of the trench, we were ready to make our camp for the day. And so, we logged our activities, ate our meal, and rested.
Here's my team's first log!
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After three days and three nights of flying across the harsh and icy peaks of the Fortress of Ends, we, Clan Diamond Dust Explorers, have finally arrived at our destination. Our guide, a frazzled, robin-blue fae called Harold, had led us twisting and turning through massive glacial spires, rocky peaks, and stone-cold trenches cracked into the ice. As we traveled, our hearts fluttering with anticipation, we scanned the cold and cloudy horizons, hoping that each cave we passed might be our destination. At one point, Harold stopped the party to rest beneath the thinned branches of an old and scraggly pine tree, turned to the group, and said: 'Well, I was pretty sure the cave entrance was half a kilometer back, but I didn't seem to spot it... You wait here while I circle around. Don't worry! I'll be back shortly.'

As these things always seem to go, the guide was not back shortly. We waited two and a half hours before he returned, by which point the sun had already begun to set and the nighttime chill set in. The fae touched down in the branches of the pine tree, turned to us, and said: 'Silly me! We hadn't passed it at all. It's just a few kilometers ahead.' And so, we gathered our gear and continued on.

When we finally came to our destination, we found the cave mouth to be a dark and foreboding sight. The stalactites and stalagmites stuck out like crooked teeth in a gaping maw, and the faded sign haphazardly nailed to the nearest tree simply said: 'Don't.' You might wonder what it was that we were not supposed to do, but to those of us standing at the gateway to those caverns, feeling the icy breeze ascending from the depths within, it was obvious. Don't enter.

Of course, that was exactly what we would later do. After making our camp for the night and taking an inventory of our food and equipment, we ate our breakfast, fastened our hooks and lamps carefully to our belts, waved goodbye to our trusty guide, and entered the cave.

The first stretch of the cave was relatively quiet. The wildlife was few and far between, although we were able to get a good look at some fascinating species of bats, and those first few hours were marked by the collection of a variety of standard geological and biological samples. As we walked further, the cave began to branch apart into dozens of passageways, each leading in a slightly different direction but still looking quite the same. It soon became clear how the decision dynamics of Clan Diamond Dust Explorers would go. Tron had come to be the leader of the team - his inability to cooperate with the others resulting in the more group-minded members of the team following out of a desire to stick together.

And so, we walked and walked and walked.

As the earth beneath us became loose and rocky, Selene stopped suddenly. Turning to the group, she flicked out her tail and tapped the earth before us: 'I believe we may be on unstable grounds. I think it is best if we find another way.'

As we were just about to turn around, we noticed something sparkling ever so slightly at the opposite end of the passage. Curiosity piqued, we decided to brave the unstable passage, treading as lightly as possible.

Carefully making our way across the passageway, one step at a time, we had nearly reached the opposite end of the cavern when the floor caved out beneath us. Bruised and battered by the falling rocks and disoriented by the sudden collapse, we found ourselves quickly plummeting to the bottom of a great trench.

Fortunately, Tron was quick to react. Easily stabilizing himself mid-air, the pearlcatcher pulled his companions back to the cliff's edge while the rocks that had just stood beneath us tumbled deep down into the darkness.

Stranded at the edge of the cliff with our return passage blocked beneath piles of rubble, there were two options. We could climb down into the trench below, or we could attempt to move the rubble and head back in the direction we came from. Feeling that the deepest parts of the caverns might hold the most fascinating secrets, we decided to try descending into the trench.

Gazing down into the darkness below with little idea of how far down this pit might go, we prepared ourselves for the descent.

Tron, confident that he could easily fly down to the bottom, led the way, weaving in and out between the pillars of ice and jagged rock edges. With his guidance, we were able to make our way to the bottom of the trench unharmed.

By the time we had reached what we thought to be the base of the trench, we were ready to make our camp for the day. And so, we logged our activities, ate our meal, and rested.
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This is absolutely amazing and so worth the wait!! Thank you @squidragon! Here is my team's log for anyone interested in the results! I had a flier and a climber so I got lucky. :D [quote]After three days and three nights of flying across the harsh and icy peaks of the Fortress of Ends, we, Two and a half [s]women[/s] fighters, have finally arrived at our destination. Our guide, a frazzled, robin-blue fae called Harold, had led us twisting and turning through massive glacial spires, rocky peaks, and stone-cold trenches cracked into the ice. As we traveled, our hearts fluttering with anticipation, we scanned the cold and cloudy horizons, hoping that each cave we passed might be our destination. At one point, Harold stopped the party to rest beneath the thinned branches of an old and scraggly pine tree, turned to the group, and said: 'Well, I was pretty sure the cave entrance was half a kilometer back, but I didn't seem to spot it... You wait here while I circle around. Don't worry! I'll be back shortly.' As these things always seem to go, the guide was not back shortly. We waited two and a half hours before he returned, by which point the sun had already begun to set and the nighttime chill set in. The fae touched down in the branches of the pine tree, turned to us, and said: 'Silly me! We hadn't passed it at all. It's just a few kilometers ahead.' And so, we gathered our gear and continued on. When we finally came to our destination, we found the cave mouth to be a dark and foreboding sight. The stalactites and stalagmites stuck out like crooked teeth in a gaping maw, and the faded sign haphazardly nailed to the nearest tree simply said: 'Don't.' You might wonder what it was that we were not supposed to do, but to those of us standing at the gateway to those caverns, feeling the icy breeze ascending from the depths within, it was obvious. Don't enter. Of course, that was exactly what we would later do. After making our camp for the night and taking an inventory of our food and equipment, we ate our breakfast, fastened our hooks and lamps carefully to our belts, waved goodbye to our trusty guide, and entered the cave. The first stretch of the cave was relatively quiet. The wildlife was few and far between, although we were able to get a good look at some fascinating species of bats, and those first few hours were marked by the collection of a variety of standard geological and biological samples. As we walked further, the cave began to branch apart into dozens of passageways, each leading in a slightly different direction but still looking quite the same. It soon became clear how the decision dynamics of Two and a half [s]women[/s] fighters would go. Brynna had come to be the leader of the team - her inability to cooperate with the others resulting in the more group-minded members of the team following out of a desire to stick together. And so, we walked and walked and walked. As the earth beneath us became loose and rocky, Brynna stopped suddenly. Turning to the group, she stretched her wings and blocked the others from progressing: 'The ground ahead seems quite unstable. Perhaps we should find another path.' As we were just about to turn around, we noticed something sparkling ever so slightly at the opposite end of the passage. Curiosity piqued, we decided to brave the unstable passage, treading as lightly as possible. Carefully making our way across the passageway, one step at a time, we had nearly reached the opposite end of the cavern when the floor caved out beneath us. Bruised and battered by the falling rocks and disoriented by the sudden collapse, we found ourselves quickly plummeting to the bottom of a great trench. Fortunately, Quickflight was quick to react. Easily stabilizing herself mid-air, the guardian pulled her companions back to the cliff's edge while the rocks that had just stood beneath us tumbled deep down into the darkness. Stranded at the edge of the cliff with our return passage blocked beneath piles of rubble, there were two options. We could climb down into the trench below, or we could attempt to move the rubble and head back in the direction we came from. Feeling that the deepest parts of the caverns might hold the most fascinating secrets, we decided to try descending into the trench. Gazing down into the darkness below with little idea of how far down this pit might go, we prepared ourselves for the descent. Terrence, confident that he could easily climb down to the bottom, led the way, jumping between pillars of ice and clinging to the jagged rock edges. With his guidance, we were able to make our way to the bottom of the trench unharmed. By the time we had reached what we thought to be the base of the trench, we were ready to make our camp for the day. And so, we logged our activities, ate our meal, and rested.[/quote]
This is absolutely amazing and so worth the wait!! Thank you @squidragon!

Here is my team's log for anyone interested in the results! I had a flier and a climber so I got lucky. :D
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After three days and three nights of flying across the harsh and icy peaks of the Fortress of Ends, we, Two and a half women fighters, have finally arrived at our destination. Our guide, a frazzled, robin-blue fae called Harold, had led us twisting and turning through massive glacial spires, rocky peaks, and stone-cold trenches cracked into the ice. As we traveled, our hearts fluttering with anticipation, we scanned the cold and cloudy horizons, hoping that each cave we passed might be our destination. At one point, Harold stopped the party to rest beneath the thinned branches of an old and scraggly pine tree, turned to the group, and said: 'Well, I was pretty sure the cave entrance was half a kilometer back, but I didn't seem to spot it... You wait here while I circle around. Don't worry! I'll be back shortly.'

As these things always seem to go, the guide was not back shortly. We waited two and a half hours before he returned, by which point the sun had already begun to set and the nighttime chill set in. The fae touched down in the branches of the pine tree, turned to us, and said: 'Silly me! We hadn't passed it at all. It's just a few kilometers ahead.' And so, we gathered our gear and continued on.

When we finally came to our destination, we found the cave mouth to be a dark and foreboding sight. The stalactites and stalagmites stuck out like crooked teeth in a gaping maw, and the faded sign haphazardly nailed to the nearest tree simply said: 'Don't.' You might wonder what it was that we were not supposed to do, but to those of us standing at the gateway to those caverns, feeling the icy breeze ascending from the depths within, it was obvious. Don't enter.

Of course, that was exactly what we would later do. After making our camp for the night and taking an inventory of our food and equipment, we ate our breakfast, fastened our hooks and lamps carefully to our belts, waved goodbye to our trusty guide, and entered the cave.

The first stretch of the cave was relatively quiet. The wildlife was few and far between, although we were able to get a good look at some fascinating species of bats, and those first few hours were marked by the collection of a variety of standard geological and biological samples. As we walked further, the cave began to branch apart into dozens of passageways, each leading in a slightly different direction but still looking quite the same. It soon became clear how the decision dynamics of Two and a half women fighters would go. Brynna had come to be the leader of the team - her inability to cooperate with the others resulting in the more group-minded members of the team following out of a desire to stick together.

And so, we walked and walked and walked.

As the earth beneath us became loose and rocky, Brynna stopped suddenly. Turning to the group, she stretched her wings and blocked the others from progressing: 'The ground ahead seems quite unstable. Perhaps we should find another path.'

As we were just about to turn around, we noticed something sparkling ever so slightly at the opposite end of the passage. Curiosity piqued, we decided to brave the unstable passage, treading as lightly as possible.

Carefully making our way across the passageway, one step at a time, we had nearly reached the opposite end of the cavern when the floor caved out beneath us. Bruised and battered by the falling rocks and disoriented by the sudden collapse, we found ourselves quickly plummeting to the bottom of a great trench.

Fortunately, Quickflight was quick to react. Easily stabilizing herself mid-air, the guardian pulled her companions back to the cliff's edge while the rocks that had just stood beneath us tumbled deep down into the darkness.

Stranded at the edge of the cliff with our return passage blocked beneath piles of rubble, there were two options. We could climb down into the trench below, or we could attempt to move the rubble and head back in the direction we came from. Feeling that the deepest parts of the caverns might hold the most fascinating secrets, we decided to try descending into the trench.

Gazing down into the darkness below with little idea of how far down this pit might go, we prepared ourselves for the descent.

Terrence, confident that he could easily climb down to the bottom, led the way, jumping between pillars of ice and clinging to the jagged rock edges. With his guidance, we were able to make our way to the bottom of the trench unharmed.

By the time we had reached what we thought to be the base of the trench, we were ready to make our camp for the day. And so, we logged our activities, ate our meal, and rested.
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