The wind howling and screaming around, you continue up the mountain. There is a growl, and a crack, the beast of the mountain somewhere around you. You feel the ice underneath you crack and begin to give way, but there comes a breath of warm air from below.

[u]Po's form becomes misty as his body transforms half into mist, causing him to hover slightly. His tendril secure themselves on a ledge and he waits for the beast.[/u]

The monster goes dead silent, and over the storm, you can't tell where it is. An instant before impact, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and your tendrils coalesce, saving you from instant death. Unfortunately, you are instead swatted into the chasm waiting below. You fall for awhile, and then the sound of rushing water greets your ears. Then, with a thunderous smash, everything fades from your senses. Your last thought is that the water is strangely warm. ... When you come to, you are lying on a cot in a simple wooden room. This has happened two too many times today, you think.

[u]Po sits up groggily, rubbing his head as he sits up. His tendrils steady him as he stands and feel around the room, revealing his surroundings.[/u]

You hear the door open, as a... You guess a woman... Walks in. "Hello," she says, "you're awake!"