THE SORTING PATH

[peckishmods]

the sorting path

you have found him

A burst of hot steam stymies any immediate charge down the stairs into the Sorting Path, but with each second that ticks by, the white cloud thins and the temperature drops. Unbearable becomes nearly tolerable, and so long as you can stand it, you must press forward.

The Sorting Path is not silent. Hot, wet air moves in and out like the wheezing breaths of some wounded creature. Water evaporated when the Path's falls were boiled away by the nightmare tree's birth now drips from ceiling to floor where it pools in two inch deep puddles, making the trek somewhat more precarious than usual.

You have arrived in the belly of the beast. Keep pushing, keep fighting, no matter how hard it gets.

he is everywhere

Here, the walls are overgrown with vines, purple flowers bloom mere inches from your face, ready to shake their sickening pollen with the merest brush. The chirping of birds and the buzzing of strange bugs makes talking at anything quieter than a yell almost pointless.

You've only been here once, but even so it's unrecognizable. Murals destroyed, magic gone, replaced with something deeply sinister. The last time you walked this path, it was to find your place within Peckenpaugh. This time, you walk it to make sure Peckenpaugh is still a place once you leave.

Chin up. Be brave. Let's get this sorted.

but he is not infinite

TO ELSEWHERE
| TO OUTSIDE | TO THE BASE OF THE TREE | TO THE UPPER LEVELS |

IN THIS HUB
| THE SUMMER ROOM | THE AUTUMN ROOM |
| THE WINTER ROOM | THE SPRING ROOM |
| THE ROOTS |


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THE ROOTS

[teratophilia]

NAME: Armani
HOUSE: Thorntrail
HOW ARE YOU SAVING THE WORLD?: Like his sister, Armani takes a few moments to freshen up. He refreshes his makeup and twists some star sproingies into his hair; all of the ones on his face have since fallen off.

He sticks close to Chanel. Bugs, vines, and birds are always hit with ice spells but he enjoys stabbing bigger things with his Cactrident. If the opportunity presents itself, he finds sick pleasure in ripping the masks off Cultists and "setting them free".