THE UPPER LEVELS

[peckishmods]

up into the balconies

you climb

The breathing boughs of that nightmare tree crowd into the upper balconies of the ruined auditorium. You have to duck and bend to get by them in places, sometimes through spaces that seem to grow smaller as you press through. These branches are warm to the touch, some of them uncomfortably so, pulsing with something that isn't quite life.

You've climbed these stairs more than once in your time here; to take your place after your sorting, to watch new students find their House, or perhaps just for an assembly. This building always seemed so sturdy, so safe. It was a place to go for shows, for celebrations, and hell, to just get out of class. Now, the floorboards creek precariously, split and splintering where vines have crept through. Benches are broken, overturned and tossed aside to make room for the auditorium's new king: the malignant maple. Up here, the glowing blue seeds hanging from branches are close enough to pluck. Those that have ripened litter the floor and railings, filling the balconies with an eerie blue twinkle.

The air is muggy, clogged by falling ash. It stinks of coal and sulfer. But you keep moving, anyway. Keep opening portals and pushing on. Just a little bit higher, and then maybe you'll be able to plunge into the depths.

and you fight

By now there's a plan, and with it, a slowly growing brigade of people, of beings, of bugs, who are gathering to push back against inevitability.

and you never give up

TO ELSEWHERE
| TO THE BASE OF THE TREE | TO OUTSIDE | TO THE SORTING PATH |

IN THIS HUB
| THE SECOND FLOOR | OUT ON THE BOUGHS | THE THIRD FLOOR |

OOC POSTS
| OOC ACTION HUB | OOC CHATTER - QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS |

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ENCOUNTER: Keep Climbing - COMPLETE

[peckishbeings]

The cultist reaches out a shadowy, melting hand, wraps its fingers around Ramona's neck. (ROLLED 3) It burns, awfully, but there's just no stopping her momentum.

(ROLLED 9) Ramona strikes the Cultist's face with all of her might, the mask shattering like glass from the blow, turning to glitter.

Beneath, a cluster of purple flowers that withers and dies. The person beneath, a man you don't recognize, takes a sudden gasp of air. "Keep going!" he urges before sunlight erupts from his eyes and mouth.

The Cultist drops Ramona as it disappears, defeated.

[ENCOUNTER COMPLETE! We will follow with tokens shortly.]