i. farmlands [ There are so many new places to explore, but where is Minato? He spends quite a lot of time at the farm— specifically the orchard- more specifically, the apple orchard, with a set of knives in his hands and instead of shaking trees to dislodge the fruit, his chosen method of apple picking is to throw knives in hopes that he's able to cut through the thin 1 mm stem of the apple. It sort of works. He has three apples in a basket next to his feet. But he also has five knives stuck in the tree that he just sort of stares at.
Maybe... Okay. No choice but to try to climb this, or if he sees somebody particularly strong or tall or dumb, he silently flags them down for help. ]
ii. fire [ Minato doesn't spend much time here. He has his little bucket of apples, one of which is stuck to the end of a knife, and a coffee mug filled with pond water. He leans over a little stream of lava, wiping the sweat off his face with his sleeve, before sticking the knife apple into the lava. ]
One... two...
[ It gets pulled out, and doused with nasty pond water. ]
iii. water [ It's a bit chilly over here, but a relief compared to the lava hell that was his previous haunt. Minato rolls his pants up to his knees, wading into the water as far as he can without getting his pants wet.
He keeps his hands in his pockets, otherwise, looking around and squinting hard at... something...
Frowning a little, he stoops, and one might catch the sight of that coffee mug being dipped into the water. And then brought to his lips. ]
iv. earth [ Sorry, the first few meters of the cave is dark, but it should be fine since the mouth opens up to the sunlight outdoors. One of the torches has been removed, and Minato carries it with him to look around the cave, wandering from crystal to crystal.
In his hand, is a rusty nail, one pulled out of his nailbat. Every crystal he comes across, he runs the nail over the edge or point, inspects it closely, shakes his head and moves onto the next one. ]
v. air [ Cough, wheeeeeze.
Minato, for all his nights after nights spent climbing stairs, never had to go mountain climbing for so long and on a path so steep. He doesn't even make it all the way up to the peak, he's just lying somewhere halfway up, on flat on his back and staring up at the sky. ]
vi. wildcard [ etc, ping birdseed or card#9038 on discord for a prompt or PCs! ]
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[ There are so many new places to explore, but where is Minato? He spends quite a lot of time at the farm— specifically the orchard- more specifically, the apple orchard, with a set of knives in his hands and instead of shaking trees to dislodge the fruit, his chosen method of apple picking is to throw knives in hopes that he's able to cut through the thin 1 mm stem of the apple. It sort of works. He has three apples in a basket next to his feet. But he also has five knives stuck in the tree that he just sort of stares at.
Maybe... Okay. No choice but to try to climb this, or if he sees somebody particularly strong or tall or dumb, he silently flags them down for help. ]
ii. fire
[ Minato doesn't spend much time here. He has his little bucket of apples, one of which is stuck to the end of a knife, and a coffee mug filled with pond water. He leans over a little stream of lava, wiping the sweat off his face with his sleeve, before sticking the knife apple into the lava. ]
One... two...
[ It gets pulled out, and doused with nasty pond water. ]
iii. water
[ It's a bit chilly over here, but a relief compared to the lava hell that was his previous haunt. Minato rolls his pants up to his knees, wading into the water as far as he can without getting his pants wet.
He keeps his hands in his pockets, otherwise, looking around and squinting hard at... something...
Frowning a little, he stoops, and one might catch the sight of that coffee mug being dipped into the water. And then brought to his lips. ]
iv. earth
[ Sorry, the first few meters of the cave is dark, but it should be fine since the mouth opens up to the sunlight outdoors. One of the torches has been removed, and Minato carries it with him to look around the cave, wandering from crystal to crystal.
In his hand, is a rusty nail, one pulled out of his nailbat. Every crystal he comes across, he runs the nail over the edge or point, inspects it closely, shakes his head and moves onto the next one. ]
v. air
[ Cough, wheeeeeze.
Minato, for all his nights after nights spent climbing stairs, never had to go mountain climbing for so long and on a path so steep. He doesn't even make it all the way up to the peak, he's just lying somewhere halfway up, on flat on his back and staring up at the sky. ]
vi. wildcard
[ etc, ping