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Day #3

By the time the fog had really rolled in, Myra was already running. She couldn't pant, she knew, without drawing it in.

She'd yanked her scarves over her nose as her boots beat against rough rock, pushing herself to sprint faster and harder as the fog began to work into the tawny fabric of her robes. These clothes will need to go, she thought, and was immediately annoyed that her last thoughts might be about clothing disposal.

There was nowhere to hide or escape. It was all just unthinkable stretches of black rock, and the sky above—still crimson, still furious.

Her only choice was to run at an angle, across the roiling vapour, and hope a strong wind would carry the fog away. It was like a sand storm. Orange. Everywhere. Harmless—as long as she wasn't in it.

As her eyes watered from the fog, she clutched her robes closer. She could get out of this.

She had to.

Journal #3

Starting to think this is gonna be harder than I thought.

I knew it would be difficult. Of course I knew. But this, this is... Every day it feels like the sky gets darker. It looks more and more like blood. But it's too late to go back now. I mean, I had to burn my clothes. Gotta make that worth it, right? Mama wouldn't be thrilled to see them all black and crispy if I didn't even save the kingdom while I was doing it.

It feels childish to say I want to go home. It's only been three days, for the gods' sake. If I can't even endure three days before reaching the first pyre, how can I hope to light one, let alone two? The people here aren't people. They're shadows, or ghosts, or some shit like that. I can't just look at them and fuck off, knowing I could help them! Probably! Maybe!

Don't know enough about magic or eclipses or whatever to say. Anyways. I escaped poison smoke today. Definitely not the time to be ruminating on how magic works. Arcane theory has never once helped me in a fight.

Game Stuff

Draw: Queen of Clubs (♣). Toxic fog.

Attribute: Cunning

Roll(s): 10

Outcome: Success! You get through the Hazard unscathed.

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Pilgrim Stats

Pilgrim name: Myra

Pronouns: she/her

Soul Meter: 9

Check out Pyres of a Cursed Kingdom by Miracle M (if you're cool. what do you mean 'peer pressure'?):

https://miraclem.itch.io/pyres

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