Guilde To the Manor Born jour 3
La pyramide fut considérée dans l’antiquité comme la première des sept merveilles du monde. C’est la seule de ces sept à avoir survécu jusqu’à nos jours et également la plus ancienne. Durant des millénaires, elle fut la construction humaine de tous les records: la plus haute et la plus volumineuse et la plus massive. De nombreux trésors on été retrouvés à l’intérieur du tombeau.

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Day 3
Double D Guild

The Leaf Beneath the Throne
I wave goodbye to the old lady and Little Hen, step out the gingerbread door, and the gumdrop path simply… ends. The candy tiles sink into soft jungle earth. A warm breeze smelling of orchids and wet stone wraps around me. When it passes, I’m standing at the foot of the same towering Mayan pyramid Tara vanished into moments ago.
The chicken-fireflies are gone. In their place, a single sapphire butterfly flutters ahead, wings edged in gold. I follow because there’s nothing else to do.
It leads me up the steep staircase, past faded carvings of jaguars and feathered serpents, straight to the empty jade throne where the skeleton king crumbled to dust only minutes earlier.
The butterfly lands on the throne’s cracked armrest and dissolves into glittering motes that sink into the stone.
A hidden panel clicks open with a sigh.
Inside the hollow of the throne rests a single, exquisite leaf wrought of beaten gold, veined with tiny sapphires that catch the torchlight like drops of midnight water.
I know the moment I see it why it was hidden:
This is the Leaf of First Dawn, the counterweight to the King of Conquistador Skeletons. When the conquistadors first invaded, a Mayan priest-queen plucked the leaf from the Tree of Life and buried it here so the undead king could never again taste true morning. As long as the leaf stayed hidden, dawn could not fully return to these stolen lands, and the king’s army could never fully rise.
Tara shattered the king, but the leaf still needed a living hand to carry it back into daylight.
My omamori charm flares warm against my collarbone (the same one that shielded me when I first entered the Labyrinth). It’s telling me this task is mine.
I lift the leaf. It’s lighter than air, yet the entire pyramid trembles with relief.
The moment my fingers close around it, the staircase behind me folds like a paper fan. Stone grinds on stone, and suddenly I’m standing on the mossy path outside, the gingerbread house glowing in the near distance, Little Hen’s gentle cluck drifting on the breeze.
The sapphire butterfly reappears, circles the golden leaf once, then settles on my shoulder like a living brooch.
I tuck the Leaf of First Dawn safely inside my pocket, right over my heart, and walk on the path.
Somewhere above the jungle canopy, the sky lightens from indigo to rose. The first true dawn in centuries begins to spill across the pyramid behind me, and I smile, knowing the old priest-queen is finally at peace.

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День 3.

Гильдия Новый start

В Китае археологи, вскрыв 2 000-летнюю гробницу богатого рода, обнаружили так называемый «эликсир бессмертия» в бронзовом сосуде емкостью 3,5 литров. Находку датируют временем правления династии Хань.
Когда кувшин открыли, все рядом стоявшие ощутили стойкий запах алкоголя. По мнению специалистов, это неудивительно: в Китае долгое время богачи искали рецепт волшебной микстуры бессмертия или долголетия. Со временем поиски привели их к смеси, больше напоминавшей современный алкогольный коктейль, нежели вожделенный эликсир бессмертия.
Вместе с "эликсиром" в гробнице археологи нашли еще сосуды, бронзовые безделушки и, конечно же, останки погребенных членов семьи.
По мнению Паня Фушэна, одного из ученых, занимающихся данными раскопками, могила – источник ценной информации о жизни дворян Западной династии Хань.
Остатки смеси были отправлены на экспертизу, которая установила, что "эликсир" - смесь нитрата калия и алунита. Данные вещества не ядовиты, но в пищу не пригодны. В современном мире их используют при изготовлении пестицидов, удобрений и ракетного топлива.
По словам историков, мода среди богачей на токсичные "эликсиры молодости" началась с экспедиции, посланной Цинь Ши хуанди. Первый Император Китая верил, что где-то есть легендарный остров с тем самым эликсиром бессмертия.
Специалисты предполагают, что в поисках заветного лекарства Император и умер, отравившись ртутью. Такая же судьба постигла многие известные фигуры Поднебесной.
Вероятно, что и "жильцов" вскрытого захоронения также не обошла стороной данная мода, став причиной их преждевременной кончины.

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Day 4
Guild: Double D’s’

We four stand on the gumdrop path outside the gingerbread house, still dusty, vine-tangled, and half-dazed. The Tame Mouse (cape slightly singed, whiskers heroic) hops onto a candy pebble and squeaks with authority: “Come. You’re all falling over. I know exactly where you can rest.”
The path ripples, sugar melting into snow. A hush falls, and ahead rises the most beautiful ice hotel any of us has ever seen: pale-blue walls that glow from within, arches carved like frozen waves, lanterns of soft aurora light.
At the threshold wait Prince Kai and Princess Gerda, cloaks of white fox and silver frost, eyes shining with gratitude. They bow low.
“Welcome, healers of the realms,” Kai says. “Because of you four, our land is whole again.”
Gerda steps forward and names us, one by one, so the snow itself remembers:
•  Tara Storm, Keeper of the Labyrinth, who tasted a storm and poured its heart into the cracked crystal teapot, then shattered the King of Conquistador Skeletons with a single shard of kindness.
•  Julie, Bearer of the Golden Puzzle Piece, who passed the obsidian jaguar’s test with nothing but a brave mouse and a stolen blueberry crumb.
•  Laura, Guardian of the Leaf of First Dawn, who lifted the golden-sapphire leaf from beneath the throne and let true morning return to lands that had forgotten sunrise.
•  John, Shield-Bearer of the Hidden Roads, who freed the Llama of Safe Passage with purple heart-salt so no lost soul need ever fear the dark paths again.
The mouse puffs out his tiny chest at every mention.
Then the prince and princess lead us inside. One by one, we are taken to our rooms.
Tara’s room is a soft dome of ice that somehow feels like summer. On the table waits a crystal vase bursting with daisies made of living starlight: petals silver-white, centers glowing gentle gold.
“Daisies are my favorite,” I breathe. “I’ve never seen them so beautiful.”
Princess Gerda smiles, and sits to relax with me. “These are Storm Daisies. They only grow where a true Keeper has walked. Every petal is a memory the Labyrinth tried to steal from the world, but you gave back. They bloom for exactly one night in the presence of the person who saved them. Tomorrow they’ll become ordinary daisies again, but tonight they shine only for you, Tara Storm.”
She leaves me with a tray: hot spiced cocoa thick with whipped cream, warm cardamom scones still steaming, tiny blueberry tarts in honor of certain thieving mice, and a single perfect strawberry rolled in sugar that tastes like the first laugh after rain.
I curl into a bed carved from cloud-soft ice yet deliciously warm, pull thick quilts of woven moonlight over me, and fall asleep to the faint, happy glow of my own private constellation of daisies.
Outside, snow falls in slow, kind spirals, and the ice hotel hums a lullaby older than storms.

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Guilde To the Manor Born jour 4

C’est le début des grandes vacances. Chaque année moi et mon amie on se dispute pour savoir où partir…. Cette année je décide de partir vers une grande ville. A ma grande surprise, mon amie approuve cette proposition. Mon amie me rappelle qu’il faudra apporter quelques vêtements supplémentaires. On est prêt pour notre départ on arrive à l’hôtel à notre grande surprise sur la table il y a un énorme panier de fruits, les fruits c’est mon truc préféré j’en ai jamais assez. C’est grâce aux fruits que je reste en santé

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