VACATION TO HELL, WHITE BOY SUMMER

[kuebiko 64]

From the safe confines of a cramped dorm, a pair of ‘scholars’ attempt to sate their thirst for adventure or perhaps the opposite of such. From within a circle of candles, the world warps and distorts around them, not a single trace left behind for those who dared to peek in through the window. 

 

[OOC: This post’s RP was made via Arcane Displacement, it's not to be metagamed]

The perfect vacation! Something to break away from the mess in Braevos! A beautiful, tropical island with an endless ocean sprawling beyond the horizon, coconuts ready to be sipped from, sand stretching to flourishing greenery and a brilliant cerulean sky dotted with cotton-candy clouds. All the scenery accompanied by the crashing of waves and chirping of strange, uncanny birds. An entire island to explore! Only… that was all wishful thinking from a certain weary mali’aheral, one who seems to teeter between being the luckiest, and unluckiest descendent in Aevos. And too bad for him, he wasn’t the one leading, that was left to the airhead on the floor next to him.

 

But hey, everything was probably going to be fine, right? What’s the worst that could happen when you leave the material plane? This was a vacation! Donned in sunglasses and tacky floral patterned shirts, the two step out into a world not of their own. A sweltering blaze hotter than the desert and far worse than any summer breeze washed over them, but that wasn’t the source of the silver haired mali’s frantic sweating. This was meant to be a fun trip. This was meant to just be another case of lighthearted fun. This was not a vacation destination, the airhead put it best as she looked out over the eyesore.

 

“Wait a second, this isn’t the beach :/” 

 

“NE!! Please do not tell me we’re in Moz Mimosa…!!” cried a scholar, far in over his head in pursuit of curiosity.

 

Thankfully, this was not Moz Strimosa in all its gorey horror, but a place similar to it. Lava bubbled up between the cracks of red, flesh like brimstone. The only voices outside of his and Jenny's were those of the inferi, who cried out in twisted screams, piercing any semblance of peace. What kind of sane person would ever stay here for a vacation! He wanted OUT!! OUUUT!!!

 

Met with such a cruel fate, Iolas stares out at the horrid scenery and mourns the daydream, with reality akin to a firey nightmare. One he desperately wanted to wake up from. But as fate would have it, this was real and the scholar inside of him demanded proof of such. A piece of vivid red brimstone was broken off and thrown in a jar, a sample for safekeeping by the Sprigleaf scholar before the sheer overwhelming nature of leaving home hit. He curled up on the floor and promptly begged to go home. With another ritual drawn out on the ground, Jenny tapped him on the shoulder and rolled him to the circle, “Yer fine.” 

Soon enough, the two had returned back home, somewhere far safer than literal hell. Which is for the record, A place NOT fit for a vacation. 

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first planeswalking post i hope ur proud @milk:3

 

[satinkira 6013]

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this is a brilliant post

 

[KillerMaid 76]

Iolas, you nervous boy. This is amazing.