OoC: Surprise! I decided to post the round myself. Sorry, Dakota. I know you had set your heart on doing this. XP

IC: The sky was the color of lead, and bore down oppressively on Penina Hargreaves as she trudged across the colorless desert of ice, searching for a place she only saw in old tomes. Bundled up in hooded coat and bulky pants, she was set to withstand a blizzard.

She stops for a moment and rests, just beneath the peak of the hill she was scaling. Antarctica sure is chilly, Pen thought as she gazed at her tracks stretching out across the plains of snow. I wonder if it is there, or if it is just another myth concocted by monks who had too much time on their hands. This thought brings a long drawn-out sight to her lips. A cloud of vaporous water wafts in front of her, unfurling before her eyes.

Standing up, she brushes the snow off the seat of her pants and, picking up her backpack once more, she trudges up to the crest of the hill. Then she stops and stares for several minutes.

. . . well, now. That certainly looks real to me. The emerald towers seemed to stretch out for miles and miles, in a ruinous splendor redolent of childhood toys abandoned in a sandbox. As she approached them, Pen looked around at the strange blind, white penguins that scuttled out of the ginormous archway and, looming over her, shuffled past her on some obscure pilgrimage. Slowly, the crowd petered out and the huge gates were open wide for her search. Only one thing she had to keep in mind, she recalled to herself: avoid the white shape-shifting giant.

OoC: Please note that said giant is 54 feet tall, precisely, which is nine fathoms. ^_^

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The Malarchy: My Post-TP Fanfic Amphitheatre character:Penina Hargreaves