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Riveriia [2016-01-04 11:09:32 +0000 UTC]

The heat licks at your fur, searing your skin and forcing your eyes to close as you enter into the belly of the beast.  You can hear, even feel the rest of your group as they fight behind you, distracting the creature so you can take the opportunity that has been presented to you.  The massive, white-hot maw snaps closed just behind youas you scramble through the jagged spikes that guard its heart.  It was so close that some of the fur on the end of your tail was shorn off.  You can smell charred hair.  Your group members make sounds--battle cries?  Encouragement?  Delight, or fear?  You don't know.  You leave them behind.
It is quieter here, the battle from outside somehow muffled, as if the wafting heat forms a barrier between the inside of the Guardian and the hall that you just left.  The inside of the beast whirs like a massive machine, the pulse and hum of fire and light centered around a bright sphere in the center.  You cut your paws as you traverse your way through, somehow managing to stay balanced despite the occasional thrash of the massive beast.  You hear a low rumble resonate throughout the chamber, a low moan of pain.  As you look up, your eyes barely able to withstand the heat, you can see the heart above you.  As you watch, some of the flesh is torn away and the Guardian lets out a shriek.  You can see no one there, but you can feel the presence of your fellow Haveners around you.  One, two... three others are here, or have been here.  You are not alone--your assault on the Guardian's Heart will be alongside friends.  Though you cannot see one another, though you exist within different spaces, you strike together.
The blood that drips from your paws becomes fuel.  You have a grip on one of the stalagmites on the ground, and with your paws, you trace the new but ever-familiar shapes of your runes.  A sweeping curve, the crest of a wave, the flowing motion of the ocean.  Your blood sears and burns blue over the heart, shining with a blinding light as you pour your energy into the act of creation.  Water rushes forth, slamming into the searing-hot surface, and steam billows up to catch in your lungs and sear your throat.  The guardian screams, writhes, pitches backwards and then forwards again.  This time, with your paws extended to paint, you cannot grip the stone.  You are blasted back, your shoulders and back caught against jagged edge after jagged edge, paws scrambling for a hold.  You can feel the steam from the heart travel through your lungs and burn through your veins.  As far as you are aware, you've been set on fire from the inside. 
And then you fall, the dull glow of the heart traveling ever-further away from you as you plummet towards the ground.  You know you should hear the crash, the roar, the shouts of your fellows, but to you, the world is silent.
Blissfully, deathly silent.
So another Havener falls.

You have struck a great blow against the Guardian.  The energies of light reward you with 50 Favor.  You have gained an unknown special ability.

+58 Favor to Birdcatcher

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SingTheSeraphim [2015-11-04 04:19:59 +0000 UTC]

WHOO BIRDIE GO FORTH AND CONQUER

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Wings-of-Change12 [2015-11-04 00:55:43 +0000 UTC]

Go Birdie! ;u;

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