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It's Now or Never #Jaya #Brandy #Bridgette #zaire

Rachel Balla
 

Who: Brandy
With: Zaire, Jaya, Bridgette
Where: Southern Desert
When:
Friday, March 7th, 872 RoK

Brandy always expected a fairy circle to apparate her through in true Harry Potter-style, but it was never quite like that. It was just like walking through a door. If the transition had been more jarring, perhaps the sudden change in atmosphere would have been less so as well, but as it was, the relative quiet of Jaya's room at the Silver Tankard turning so quickly to the harsh, dry gusts of wind that blew sand into her mouth with her first breath caused Brandy to cough as her mind dredged up images of Dorothy on her way to Oz, without the comfort of the house.


They had prepared for this, expected it. The thunder and lightning of King's City manifested as wind and sand in the South. Brandy grabbed at the scarf around her neck and pulled it around her nose and mouth quickly - this made it harder to gasp air in, but it did block out the dust. Nothing could be done for how it stung her eyes, and Brandy found herself blindly grasping at Zaire's form beside her for guidance…

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Manda
 

Who: Zaire
With: Brandy, Jaya, Bridgette
Where: Southern Desert
When: Friday, March 7th, 872 RoK


Traveling by fairy circle always made Zaire just a little cranky; they were quick, yes, but far too unreliable for the pirate's somewhat saltier tastes. He trusted the reliability of the stars and the currents and his crew's noteworthy skills far more than fairy magic but when sailing meant battling a storm like this, one took the safest avenue available.


Zaire had stepped through the circle with sword in hand, wanting to be ready for anything, but what they were greeted with was a sandstorm. Not wholly unexpected but it didn't stop him from letting out a vehement curse as the pirate pulled the scarf up over his nose and mouth, and then tugged his hood down a little further over his eyes. As Brandy's blindly reaching hand groped along his chest, the pirate found himself reaching in response to clasp her fingers and give them a reassuring squeeze.


His eyes, squinted as close to shut as he could manage while still being able to see, scanned the terrain around them and, at first, found nothing but sand. Navigating in this was going to be impossible, he realized, even as swaying movement caught his attention through the whipping sand. Trees. The palm trees were bending wildly in the wind, some appearing to be torn up at the roots, but trees meant water and water meant an oasis.


Giving Brandy's hand a jiggle to get her attention, he nodded in the direction of the oasis, then turned to wait for the rest of their companions to appear . . .


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Zaire Wearing: Something vaguely along these lines https://i-h2.pinimg.com/564x/8c/5e/25/8c5e25453e3d3aee743f12e7b8daf632.jpg

Steph
 

Who: Jaya
With: Zaire, Brandy, Red
Where: Southern Desert
When: Friday, March 7th, 872 RoK

Even with as much Eventyr experience as Jaya had under her belt, the sensation of moving through a fairy circle between two Eventyr locations--and really, even between Earth and Eventyr, could be shocking. Doubly so when she was moving from the calm of an inn room--her personal room, which she hoped wouldn't get invaded by a random incoming individual now that there was a fairy circle on the floor there that cold be used a couple more times before it ran out--and into a desert sandstorm.

She had her cloak on and pulled around her, even if black wasn't the best fashion for desert sun. Almost immediately, she grasped at the edges of the hood and pulled it around her face, turning and wheeling as the wind blew sand everywhere. Here was another problem in Eventyr that they didn't have to worry about on Earth: Earth had weather satellites. You always knew, more or less, what the weather would be like when you arrived somewhere. Eventyr had a rumor mill. And a rumor mill could only go so far in conveying the weather patterns of a distant locale.

Her cloak afforded her some protection, though, and--true to its unusual and increasingly magical form--it shifted with shadow while she wore it, and suddenly she felt the fabric of it slip up over her mouth and nose. It adapted to the situation and gave her a built-in neck gaiter to keep all this sand from blowing around and into her mouth.

She noticed Zaire pointing, followed the motion of his arm to look out toward a stand of trees. She gave a purposefully exaggerated nod of her head in agreement. There looked as good as anywhere to start. It seemed like the land dipped just a bit. Maybe it would provide some shelter from the wind and they could orient themselves down there. Maybe.

She started walking in as broad of strides as she could manage with the wind buffeting around her. Oddly, her cloak just seemed to take on a convenient sort of flow, no more drag or weight to it than if it had been actually made from shadows.

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Rachel Balla
 

The squeeze of Zaire's hand on her own helped Brandy focus - her heart still raced but she could breathe, even if it was uncomfortable. She pried her eyes open into a tight squint and, with effort, saw the trees he was gesturing to, along with Jaya in her dark cloak.


Where were the others? Brandy didn't have time to wonder because soon they were taking off toward the oasis at the quickest pace they could manage. Sand dragging at her feet made moving almost as difficult as blinking, but they were making progress…


And then, surprised by her blindness, the ground gave out under Brandy's feet and, for a moment, she worried she had fallen into quicksand - but no, she was just sliding down a bank into the oasis. The sand burned her calves, but the strength of the wind down here was diminished, and Brandy realized that the depression in the ground worked as a weak-ass sort of storm shelter.


For a moment, she was grateful and a hand pressed against her chest, over her heart, in relief.


Until Brandy heard the loud, sickening crack that preceded the dangerous swaying of the nearest palm tree. Its roots had already been pried up, and now its trunk was broken. In the chaos of the storm, even if you knew that it was going to fall, you couldn't be sure which way...


"Fucking hell!"


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Vincent Gonzales
 

Bridgette wasn't nearly as comfortable with the harsh deserts of the South as she was with the Eastern Forest. Her forest. But, the same magics that made her travels in the East so easy gave her a small edge, here among the sands. She eyed her surroundings from behind her hood as she quietly walked along the group she'd found herself travelling with. Brandy, she'd met. She was nice. Zaire was...well, a bit cranky for her liking, but he seemed to mean well. Mostly. The other one, in the dark hood, she wasn't so sure about and didn't feel right with her at her back, but the former princess was sure that sense of unease would pass, with time. The same went for the others in the little crew Zaire had put together, she hoped. 

For now, she walked along with the others, mindful of the dips and hills in the sand, her staff acting as a helpful walking aid at times. 

Then, suddenly, Brandy fell and there was a lightning crack and her eyes widened as she looked up where the tree once was. "You should probably watch your step more carefully," Red offered helpfully, coming down the slope and offering a hand to Brandy. "And don't stand under trees, when there's lightning. That's a good way to end up fried."

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Manda
 

Zaire started toward the oasis as well, casting one last glance over his shoulder to see if any more of their companions would make it through the circle and spotted Red. But her appearance meant the magic in the fairy circle drying up and he still had yet to see the trio of pirates he'd chosen to join them. This was an outcome that they'd known was a possibility - a very real one - but Zaire couldn't worry about it. His men were just as capable of navigating through the storm as he was and he'd just have to trust that wherever they ended up, they'd make their way safely to the tower as soon as they were able.


For now, it was him and the three women, each viewed with varying degrees of helpfulness, and there was no option but to continue moving forward. Which, right now, meant toward the oasis and when the ground dipped and Brandy lost her footing, Zaire found himself sliding and stumbling along with her as he tried to keep himself upright. His journey down toward the trees wasn't much more dignified than Brandy's but, being used to both the rolling deck of a ship under his feet and being in disorienting situations, he recovered quickly enough.


Tree: *CRACK*


Brandy: "Fucking hell!"


Reaching out, Zaire grabbed Brandy's arm and tugged her backwards, the tree landing hard in a spray of sand just out of their reach. He didn't bother telling her to be careful; Brandy knew how dangerous Eventyr could be. Besides, Red was quick on that point.


Instead, Zaire took a second to look around. The sand dunes rising up around the oasis provided a bit of relief from the buffeting winds and made visibility much better than it had been on higher ground. "Tanner's Trading Post," he read, gesturing toward a wooden sign. The post was leaning at a solid forty five degree angle and the wood pockmarked, but it was certainly still readable. Beyond the sign were a series of squat buildings, all boarded up against the storm, and Zaire made his way toward the nearest, where a small lean-to at the back would provide a bit of cover so he could look at a map . . .


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Steph
 

Brandy slipped, Red  and Zaire each lent their hands in helping Brandy clear of a palm tree that cracked in the wind, swayed, and came tumbling down, sending up a whole new cloud of sand to add to the sandstorm buffeting all around them.

Red: "You should probably watch your step more carefully."

Jaya gave a monosyllabic mildly annoyed sound of agreement at that.  She would take rain over this, any day. She had, in fact, generally avoided coming to the Southern Duchy because of the Genie's axiom from the third Aladdin movie:

"Sand," she stated. "It's everywhere. Get used to it."

Would anyone else here understand a reference to an obscure Disney sequel film? Probably not. Even if they had gotten Robin Williams back to voice Genie again after the travesty that was The Return of Jafar, it took a kid growing up in the nineties, probably.

"The way it's blowing, anyway, it's going to be everywhere, anyway," she added. Her least favorite part of days at any beach had always been afterward, finding sand, well, everywhere. Sometimes for days. She nudged her hood back, just a touch, enough so that her face wasn't completely obscured in its eerie shadow, as she started down the slope of the sand hill, toward the Oasis, following after Zaire and Brandy. At least down here, the winds were a little bit less, the sand buffeting them a little less. 

Zaire: "Tanner's Trading Post."

When Zaire stated a name with so much confidence, Jaya snapped her gaze more intently in the direction he'd been looking, to see the sign for herself. There were buildings around the Oasis, a name. A trading post would hopefully be on that map. And the buildings could give the some shelter. Maybe some people to interact with?

She tried, with at least a little semblance of grace, to get the rest of the way down the hill to where the sand more or less leveled out. It was still shifty underfoot, but not quite as bad as on the slope. It didn't take much to get to the lean-to shelter, and once inside, she did let her hood down, shaking sand off the best she could. Outside, the wind howled, carrying sand, but it was better here, just a bit.

"You know anything about the desert, Red?" Jaya asked, though she glanced toward Brandy, too. "Or, anyone heard of this place?" She didn't know much about the odd redhead, except that she had ready access to pixie dust for making fairy circles, which made her plenty interesting in Jaya's book. 

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Rachel Balla
 

Zaire's strong arm pulled Brandy to safety and spared her from getting crushed barely in time… and Brandy found herself still, in a daze even if her eyes burned, staring at the felled tree when Bridgette offered her a hand to stand.


Bridgette: "You should probably watch your step more carefully," "And don't stand under trees, when there's lightning. That's a good way to end up fried."


"Thank you, Benji-fucking-Franklin," Brandy said, taking her fellow ginger's hand, but her words were decidedly sarcastic as she got to her feet. Little did she know that her joke slipped out simultaneously with Jaya's, although their cloaked companion was just now making her way into the oasis.


Down here, the wind was bearable and, as Brandy adjusted the scarf around her face, she finally seemed able to see. Tanner's Trading Post. That would be on the map. Brandy stayed on Zaire's heels until they finally found respite in the small abandoned shelter.


Jaya: "You know anything about the desert, Red?" "Or, anyone heard of this place?"


"We'll figure it out," Brandy said instead of no as she knelt at the pirate captain's side and used a knee and the heel of her hand to help hold the map flat as it could be against the floor. There was a table, but it had been knocked over already and seemed more trouble than it was worth. Her eyes skimmed quickly, as if the parchment was just another recipe and she was looking to see how much Tanner Trade she needed to add, and her pointer finger centered on their location quickly and then her eyes seemed to follow Zaire's as they searched for landmarks to situate them.


There was the capital city - huge, central, with jade blue lettering - and the sea there…


"The witch's tower should be somewhere here, right?" Brandy asked, finger finding the empty space to their south-southwest. Finding that would be tricky anyway, and with the storm...?

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Vincent Gonzales
 

Red didn't know who 'Benji-fucking-Franklin' was, but by the way the barmaid had said it, she got the impression she didn't want to be associated with such a person, so she frowned, a little. It wasn't her fault the older woman was so clumsy. Still, she'd agreed to help, and help she could, even if some members of the group weren't as grateful as the others. 

Zaya: "You know anything about the desert, Red?" <...> "Or, anyone heard of this place?" 

Brandy: "The witch's tower should be somewhere here, right?" 

"The Yellow Witch is locked away in her great, solitary tower. Condemned beyond the oasis behind the great sandstone wall. Locked behind a gate locked five times hence. Be wary of their cunning traps or you and your friends will surely fall," Bridgette recited nearly under her breath, leaning on her staff and staring down at her map with a blank expression. 

"It was...a limerick I learned from a friend," she explained with a shrug. "But, I think there's some truth to it. I've always heard the tower is near an oasis in the south. And that the Witch of the Dunes is locked away behind a great wall."

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Manda
 

Jaya: "You know anything about the desert, Red?" ... "Or, anyone heard of this place?"


Brandy: "We'll figure it out," … "The witch's tower should be somewhere here, right?" Brandy asked, finger finding the empty space to their south-southwest. Finding that would be tricky anyway, and with the storm...?


Zaire grunted out a noise of confirmation, one hand dipping into the pouch at his waist to pull free a compass. It was finely made - far finer than a 'King's City ferryman' would likely own - with a moonstone set into the silver filigree on the back and, out of habit, Zaire slipped his hand through the short loop of weathered rope attached to it.


Red: "The Yellow Witch is locked away in her great, solitary tower. Condemned beyond the oasis behind the great sandstone wall. Locked behind a gate locked five times hence. Be wary of their cunning traps or you and your friends will surely fall," … "It was...a limerick I learned from a friend," she explained with a shrug. "But, I think there's some truth to it. I've always heard the tower is near an oasis in the south. And that the Witch of the Dunes is locked away behind a great wall."


Zaire lifted his eyes to the redhaired girl as she recited a poem and then explained where she'd heard it. In short, it didn't seem like she knew any more than the rest of them: stories, tales, poems. None of them were actually from the South, though the girl in black looked as if she could have been. It made him wonder where she'd been born, but not enough to get them off task by asking.


"Let's keep movin'," Zaire decided, rising to his feet and tucking the map away again. He glanced again at the compass in his hand and then nodded toward the southwest, "Ya see a wall, or a tower, shout somethin', yeah?"


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