The Game: Chapter 09
CHAPTER 09
Mt. Salt, Drynn
Late December
The sky was a lovely shade of blue, but then again, so was the ground. In fact, there was nothing but blue as far as the eye could see, coupled with the rushing sensation akin to wind blowing from all directions at once.
All of a sudden, the buffeting sensation came to an end, and the omnipresent blue transformed into the drab grays, greens, and browns of Drynn.
As the world snaps back into focus, Boreas, Maeve, Keef, Lyriel, A'tril, and Mah'mout find themselves standing outside amid the rocky soil of Mt. Salt. The skeletal frame of a tower looms in the distance, perhaps a mile to the south, and the clamor of construction can be plainly heard upon the wind.
A'tril releases his grip on the hands of his neighbors and wipes the back of his hand across his brow.
"It worked," he breathes with relief... but only for a moment. He scans the group gathered before him and furrows his brow with confusion. "Where are the others?"
[Crossroads]