Note: There will be no set posting order for characters in this thread; it may be treated as a free-for-all until the thread concludes on 4/7. You are not required to interact with other characters and may simply post your character's arrival and curiosity to investigate.
Negative effect: 「unbearable heat/burning beneath the sun」
It was unspeakably hot.
The Wastes were always warm, even searing, especially during the height of summer, but this was brutal. It felt as if the earth was on fire, and the sun seemed to bear down with an unrelenting vengeance as the first tentative leaves of spring had already begun to wither and curl beneath its ire.
Skyspear stood tall, the only unique feature in this parched landscape for miles. Your paws burn with each step toward it as the height of the afternoon sun felt as if it were searing the very fur from your skin; too much exposure and you worried it might actually start to smoke.
You press on, finding yourself at the base of this great structure. It never occurred to you to wonder how it came to be here - or, more curiously, who created it. The great pyramid was surely no natural construct forged by Mythris. It was too foreign, too strange, too… purposeful.
Sunlight glinted from its four impossibly smooth sides.
A single dislodged stone, seemingly rolled out and away from the base of the structure’s foundation, catches your attention and you move forward to investigate. From where it had been disturbed, you can see a small corridor leading down into the pyramid’s depths - and naught but inky darkness beyond.
Something itches at the back of your mind and you feel compelled to enter.
It was unspeakably hot.
The Wastes were always warm, even searing, especially during the height of summer, but this was brutal. It felt as if the earth was on fire, and the sun seemed to bear down with an unrelenting vengeance as the first tentative leaves of spring had already begun to wither and curl beneath its ire.
Skyspear stood tall, the only unique feature in this parched landscape for miles. Your paws burn with each step toward it as the height of the afternoon sun felt as if it were searing the very fur from your skin; too much exposure and you worried it might actually start to smoke.
You press on, finding yourself at the base of this great structure. It never occurred to you to wonder how it came to be here - or, more curiously, who created it. The great pyramid was surely no natural construct forged by Mythris. It was too foreign, too strange, too… purposeful.
Sunlight glinted from its four impossibly smooth sides.
A single dislodged stone, seemingly rolled out and away from the base of the structure’s foundation, catches your attention and you move forward to investigate. From where it had been disturbed, you can see a small corridor leading down into the pyramid’s depths - and naught but inky darkness beyond.
Something itches at the back of your mind and you feel compelled to enter.