The howls of the wolves grow louder, but they are moving; they seem to have circled around to the south, and for those who have followed north and east, it would seem that death at the jaws of the pack is not coming today. The hunt-song fades into the distance, and the night grows still once more. You are restless, though, as you can feel the wicked amusement of the maze as you plod steadily forward. Odd colourations light the night, and strange noises make their way through the stalks of corn.

Africa and Amara turn north and are met with no resistance, though their path grows steadily darker and takes on a sickly green hue. The corn to their sides looks remarkably toxic, and as they come to a fork in the road they notice that to the north, the plants seem to be oddly calm, peaceful, and healthy (is it a trap?), but to the east, the corn remains poisonous-looking. Which way will prove the better path?

Ciceron and Illynx turn east and are met with no resistance. There is little to note along their path, and in fact they may find themselves relaxing. At least, they may relax until they find themselves at yet another fork in the road. One might hear the chuckles of the maze, or perhaps one is only imagining things. In any case, one may now fear they are quite mad! From the east drifts a quiet song, calling and beckoning to the pair in a way that may not leave them entirely comfortable (but is extremely irresistible), while the south looks dull and drab in comparison. Still, neither direction seems to bear any harmful tricks at first glance. Where will they go next?

Luneia and Ranjiri turn south, and though they have continued onward, they soon find themselves at a dead end. Shrieks and cackles invade the little clearing in which they have found themselves, and they are soon surrounded by an annoying, but harmless, flock of pigeons. Both will have a minimum of five pigeons at their side until they return to the normal world of Helovia. These pigeons may squawk at, roost on, and defecate near (or on!) the pair. If one dies, two will take its place.

Confutatis, Ghost, Kelec, and Ophelia have fallen prey to the labyrinth, paralyzed by fear or inactivity or perhaps a little bit of both (though one must doubt any hint of boredom in their midst). Confutatis strays a bit too far from the bunch and encounters a spitting plant, which promptly shoots its ink at her and colours her with brilliant fuchsia splotches. Ghost has a run in with an unkind spirit, which removes her voice with an evil grin. Kelec finds himself surrounded by demons, which cast an illusion upon him that makes him the spitting image of a jackass. Ophelia finds herself nearby when this occurs, and though the spell does not directly affect her, it turns her into an inverted-colour version of herself all the same.

Ciceron and Illynx, please choose one of the following:
East
South

Africa and Amara, please choose one of the following:
North
East

Confutatis, Ghost, Kelec, Luneia, Ophelia, and Ranjiri have been eliminated.

[OOC | This challenge is a luck-based challenge in which you may select one of four (or less) directions each round. Should you go the wrong direction, you will be eliminated from the game, and your character will meet an unfortunate end which may hold a curse of some kind. Should you continue in the correct direction, you will be rewarded with a randomized prize! More than one winner may be declared.

Rules:
1) You may join only once per player. In other words, you are only allowed to join one character.
2) You may select only one direction in each round. The four options are: North, East, South, or West. If one of these options is unavailable to you, you will be informed.
3) Your character must be in costume!

You have 48 hours.

Good luck!]

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Africa turns north and is met with no resistance. In fact, it would seem that the end of this little game is nigh, for before here she begins to see the opening of a field, the disappearance of the corn. The moon comes out, suddenly and blindingly, and with it a seemingly warm rush of wind, a congratulations of sort. The mouth of the labyrinth yawns closed behind the mare, as though bored with her company; and so they part, she on her way and the maze to capture another prisoner another day.

Ciceron and Illynx turn east and are met with no resistance. They, too, have found a way out of the myriad patterns of corn. Again, a warm breeze caresses them, sending them on their merry way. They, at least, will live to see another day - and not too far off, it would seem, based on the eastern horizon.

Amara has fallen prey to the labyrinth. She becomes the last victim of a long string of murders (or, really, just horribly ridiculous pranks). In her fear, or terror, or boredom, or whatever it is she suffers from, the girl stumbles through a magical barrier that forces her to speak in tongues. Whenever she opens her mouth, Latin emerges, making her sound altogether wicked and a bit ridiculous, to boot.

Amara has been eliminated.

[Congratulations, Africa, Ciceron, and Illynx! You have made your way without trouble through the maze! Your prizes are as follows:

Africa :: Join with a colorful character
Ciceron :: Foal stats (no magic)
Illynx :: Medium Item]

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