<strong>Location:</strong>Inner Passages, Temple<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Chorgath<br/><br/>The path is straight for a short period, and Biryu leads the way.  After the first two curves, however, it begins winding a little bit... funky.  Left and right can be handled, but up and down... not so easily, when it loops back upon itself in a three hundred and sixty degree arc.  None of the sides of the pathway have been truly smooth, but the Old Realm script is making its reappearance.  The lighting is dim enough that he can only see it when his eyes focus on it, but what he can see... speaks to him, in an unsettling way.  Even in those fragments, he can tell there's wisdom here-- deep wisdom, the sort that he knows on some gut level could expand his awareness above and beyond his bounds.<br/><br/>If only he would linger just a bit longer to read them...<br/><br/>Biryu, being the athletic sort for a half-rotted spirit beast, leads the way further until the path terminates abruptly in a circular hole leading downwards...<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Temple Halls and Elsewhere<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Others Pursuing Anjushri<br/><br/>Cerulean leads the way as the path begins doubling back to the feasting hall, occasionally marking the wall with a swirl from her bloodied finger.  She scarcely winces.  Ruby darts before and sometimes lingers behind the group for a bit, poking her head into the rooms the group passes and calling for voices.  She hears nothing, and only grows more distraught.<br/><br/>The cloying edge of the wind continues to press more and more firmly.<br/><br/>Unsuccessful in having found anything or anyone, Ruby finally gives up on the search when they reach the hall.  Both girls put themselves towards moving the biggest table in the hall several yards forward-- and then throw open the carpet that had been placed beneath it to reveal a large circular opening downwards.<br/><br/>"We can't go any further," Ruby says, apologetic.<br/><br/>"It's against the rules," Cerulean says, solemn.<br/><br/>"Help her.  Please..."<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>The path is straight for a short period.  After the first two curves, however, it begins winding a little bit... funky.  Left and right can be handled, but up and down... not so easily, when it loops back upon itself in a three hundred and sixty degree arc.  None of the sides of the pathway have been truly smooth, but the Old Realm script is making its reappearance.  The lighting is dim enough that one can only really read what's written there when the eyes focus on it, but even those fragments are telling.  Tantalizing.  And eerie, for those who have not walked in the heart of the Silent Wind.<br/><br/>Ultimately, it terminates in a circular hole leading straight down into a tall but narrow chamber, where the cutting wind is at its strongest yet...<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Center of Things<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Everyone Finding Anjushri<br/><br/>At a glance, it opens into the roof of a small-but-high-ceilinged circular chamber maybe thirty feet tall.  There are four other holes in the ceiling-- one at each of the four Directions.  The wind is blasting out of this hole into the tunnel leading to them, tearing at anything it touches, and the lights are flickering wildly, making it difficult to see clearly, but there's really only two things to see when you take your eyes away from the wisdom etched in the walls.  One of them is a small box wrapped in a long strip of azure silk, at least ten feet of which lies in a pool around the box.  Old Realm characters are glowing on the unwrapped part of the silk, pulsing softly in white.<br/><br/>The other thing is the familiar shape of Anjushri in her white robes, limbs and hair splayed about in disarray, a splotch of crimson staining the front of her garb to match the slightly larger pool beneath her.