The ritual to summon a Legendary is knowledge known by very few, and used by even fewer. Almost always, it takes rare artifacts or years of training to perfect.
But with the fire raging across Mt. Mortar, they didn’t have that kind of time.
Within two days, the Monks made the decision. Successful or not, an attempt had to be made in the hopes of ending the crisis as soon as possible.
So when the sun is at its highest, those who spent the last few days learning the ancient dance proceed to the very roof of the tower, where the platform has been cleaned and sanded down to dance upon safely. It’s only big enough for seven dancers at a time, which is fine-- they rotate.
Again and again, the dance is performed, with dancers swapping out each time to rest.
It’s all very clumsy at first, and it goes on for a long time.
But eventually, miraculously... the shaky rhythm turns into a genuine groove. With the Kimono Sisters cheering everyone on from the sidelines, and townsfolk applauding from the ground, the dance goes from looking like a bunch of awkward amateurs to… well, maybe ‘professional’ is a stretch, but… not bad, not bad at all!
In fact, despite the dire circumstances, those who dance might even find themselves getting caught up in a feeling that can only be described as joyous...
And then it happens.
A blinding light overtakes the platform, radiating outwards so powerfully that it makes the bright sky look dark by comparison. The Tower shakes as an immense weight comes down upon it. And when the glow fades enough to see… there it is.
Radiant feathers of white, scarlet, gold and olive-green gleam in the sunlight, and Ho-Oh itself glares down at the humans below it from where it perches, at the highest point of the roof. It’s there, in the flesh… but oh boy, does it not seem to share those joyous feelings that the dancers felt five seconds ago.
After taking in the sheer number of individuals before it, the great bird’s eyes slide shut and its chest swells in what can only be a massive, exasperated sigh of resignation. If the humans went through all the trouble to use a ritual that hadn’t seen the light of day in hundreds of years… they’re not going to leave it in peace now, are they. Might as well face the music.
…. SOOOOO… who is brave enough to try and talk to the HUGE, SURLY-LOOKING PHOENIX?
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But with the fire raging across Mt. Mortar, they didn’t have that kind of time.
Within two days, the Monks made the decision. Successful or not, an attempt had to be made in the hopes of ending the crisis as soon as possible.
So when the sun is at its highest, those who spent the last few days learning the ancient dance proceed to the very roof of the tower, where the platform has been cleaned and sanded down to dance upon safely. It’s only big enough for seven dancers at a time, which is fine-- they rotate.
Again and again, the dance is performed, with dancers swapping out each time to rest.
It’s all very clumsy at first, and it goes on for a long time.
But eventually, miraculously... the shaky rhythm turns into a genuine groove. With the Kimono Sisters cheering everyone on from the sidelines, and townsfolk applauding from the ground, the dance goes from looking like a bunch of awkward amateurs to… well, maybe ‘professional’ is a stretch, but… not bad, not bad at all!
In fact, despite the dire circumstances, those who dance might even find themselves getting caught up in a feeling that can only be described as joyous...
And then it happens.
A blinding light overtakes the platform, radiating outwards so powerfully that it makes the bright sky look dark by comparison. The Tower shakes as an immense weight comes down upon it. And when the glow fades enough to see… there it is.
Radiant feathers of white, scarlet, gold and olive-green gleam in the sunlight, and Ho-Oh itself glares down at the humans below it from where it perches, at the highest point of the roof. It’s there, in the flesh… but oh boy, does it not seem to share those joyous feelings that the dancers felt five seconds ago.
After taking in the sheer number of individuals before it, the great bird’s eyes slide shut and its chest swells in what can only be a massive, exasperated sigh of resignation. If the humans went through all the trouble to use a ritual that hadn’t seen the light of day in hundreds of years… they’re not going to leave it in peace now, are they. Might as well face the music.
…. SOOOOO… who is brave enough to try and talk to the HUGE, SURLY-LOOKING PHOENIX?