Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140514193748/@comment-5543592-20140527020654

Anaril lead the group towards the wall where Brighid, Brihanna, and Rhiannon were standing, determing how best to get up it. Levitating down was one thing, up was another. If he ran out of magikca, he'd plummet to his death. Then again, he had faith in his powers. Although he didn't want to plummet to his death either. He analyzed the pods that covered the wall. They seemed to all be connected by glowing, root-like things. Perhaps they would make good hand and foot holds? He turned to face the group.

"Alright, listen up.  This isn't going to be easy.  We're free-climbing this wall, there will be no safety measures.  That means one slip up, and you're dead.  I suggest you drop any excess weight right now." Anaril proceed to drop his entire pack, only keeping a little bit of bread, a couple days worth, in a pouch at his side.