Are you 'Brave' enough? (Open to anyone)

Metamorphi held a hand in front of his face to keep the snow out of his eyes, he had been walking for a long time and even he was starting to get tired. He had joined Brave's journey not caring too much about the reward, although it would be nice. He looked at Brave and yelled When will we know when we've arrived?

Liv stayed silent, mouth covered by her scarf she kept on hand. It was freezing up here, but she wouldn't give that away. She hadn't talked much since they started the trip, and she didn't care all too much about the reward; she just wanted to get away for a while and the opportunity the Dragon Mage presented was just too good to pass up. She kept a club on her back, adorned with metal rings on the winder end and a leather grip. Where they where going, she doubted that they would need a monster, and in case there wasn't enough space for her to transform she brought something she could use as a weapon. The only trouble that she was facing was that her other heads wouldn't shut up. "Where are we going? Are we there yet? It's so cold out here!" Liv was ready to strangle her selves at this point.

Liv finally sighed out loud, in defeat as she pulled off her scarf to speak. "Are we nearly there?" She kept up pace, even moving faster to show she wasn't tired and was merely making an inquiry. "I wish I could breathe fire right about now... Lightning is really useless right now."

Metamorphi looked at the flame on Braves finger, letting himself be jealous of the heat it would have provided for a few seconds, then turned his attention to the matter on hand. He looked at the steps that could now be seen, they weren't all where they were supposed to be but it was hundreds of years old after all, it was too be expected. He kept on walking and saw Kale stop, he was about to ask why he stopped, then walked into the magic barrier, he recoiled slightly in surprise and looked to Kale What now?

Kir stopped as Kale did, and suppressed a chuckle when Meta walked into the magical barrier. She walked up to it, pressing a hand against it as if she was trying to push it off. "Is there any way to break it?" Her mouth sparked with electricity, like she was thinking about shooting a blot of lightning at it, but calmed down after a moment, just in case the barrier was reflective.

Metamorphi watched Kale chant and yawned slightly, frowning a bit. If they had come all this way for nothing then Meta was going too... well he wasn't going to kill him, that was a bit much and Meta would never kill someone ever again. But he would definitely have words with him and maybe there would be some punches thrown. He shook his head at Kale's question I don't think punching it would work

Liv watched as well, interested in what Kale was doing. When he asked if she would disrupt magic, she shook her head. She would have thought the titian would have planned for this... It was too cold to have climbed all this way just to have to turn back... There had to be some other way to do this. She looked to Kale. "The best I could do is shoot lightning at it. I only have 8 heads right now, so I don't know if I could over charge the barrier and destroy it that way, but it could be worth a shot. If not, I could try focusing it into making a hole." She was just making up ideas at this point, she had never worked with magic, but she assumed that even this barrier could only handle so much magic thrown at it... And as for as she knew, she could shoot her lightning indefinitely.

((OOC: Hope Pika don't mind Scape popping up again. ^_^; Or JaK for the late entry.))

"I'm on it! Magical seals are my forty." Their fourth associate stepped forward. Scapegoat may have been an unlikely companion for such a noble quest, but knowing no scruples, the ghoul had few qualms about working for anyone anywhere when told to do so. And he had been told to do so.

After their previous meet, he understood Metamorphi was not his biggest fan (second-biggest), but Scapegoat had repeatedly promised not to kill on this trek, desecrate the dead, or more importantly, call the hero names like Chris and Alex. Despite his ever-constant hunger, the ghoul had abided by these conditions.

It turned out mountain climbing was a synch for Vernon. He did not feel the cold, tire, or become disorientated in low-light conditions. This delightful utopia only lacked one ghoulish essential. There were a complete absence of smells leading to recently deceased tasty meals. No wonder his kind lived in a desert instead.

Shuffling forward, the ghoul began to sketch an outline with his finger, which left behind the red glow of magical energy. Pretty soon this doodling took the form of a Solomon seal, "Eee, yup. I see your problem. But I'm gonna have to send away for some parts. They don't make these seals anymore. Union complaint. There was a terrible loophole which rendered them all defective. You see if I did this," Scapegoat finished casting his demonic magic, the circle gyrated suddenly before vanishing into nothingness, "Then punching it would shattered the entire barrier."

It would also cause the barrier to detonate with a discharge of magical energy, but Scapegoat had decided to take a stand against health and safety regulations. If they just believed enough, maybe no one would die.

Metamorphi didn't even bother to hide his distaste that Scapegoat was with them at any point, and he didn't hide it as Scapegoat worked his stuff on the field. It was suggested that Metamorphi punched the field, he walked forwards and turned to steel, then turned to Scapegoat If anything bad happens to me that you didn't warn us about, I will hurt you. Anything you want to mention? he gave him a few seconds to answer, then even if Scapegoat told them the truth he would still hit the field.

- Skip Amon -

Cloud cover today burdened only the summit. The rainy season of the lower tundra to frigid savannah was late in arrival. No storm clouds, weighed down by excess moisture, were crashing into the mountainside. This left a pretty clear and impressive view, a landscape of snaking gullies and steepening crags, apparently desolate, and sparse of oxygenated air. Scapegoat rubbed his palm against a wall, scraping clear the frost, and revealed a perfectly preserved rocky under-layer. Its displayed bedding ungulated with an amplitude into tens of meters; proof of the powerful deformation that had risen this entire range.

Beady little eyes locked onto the teen Metamorphi as he spoke. Scapegoat couldn't hold a straight face under such scrutiny. He knew his smirk had given the game away even as it did so. "You got me. It's gonna go all 'splody. Even magical energy has to discharge in some fashion. But I'm sure we would have all survived the- wait, what are you doing? Stop! YOU'LL KILL US ALL!" Metamorphi punched the seal.

A resultant explosion rocked the mountainside. Having moved fast, the ghoul was placed squarely on its belly, both arms thrown up protectively around its head. Vernon peeked out from between his bare fingers and saw the cavern entrance mostly intact. "Cool. That wasn't so bad." An angry rumble sounded somewhere in the distance. Levering himself onto an elbow, Scapegoat looked above them. Massive heaps of snow had been shaken loose and now surged down the mountainside. The avalanche gained momentum the closer it became.

"I regret nothing up until this exact moment."