Hedge Maze

[ Alright, somehow, despite only having needed to follow everyone else, Aziraphale is straggling behind and manages to get just a little bit lost in the hedge maze. ]

Ah, hello? Everyone?

[ He keeps walking, slightly panicked, but he steps on a twig. ]

Ouch!

Camping (aka a cry for help)

[ All the pieces of the tent have been taken out and laid out before him, and his work really is cut out for poor Aziraphale, who doesn't even want to venture into the woods for fear of cutting his feet. Apparently forgetting that he has the entire bulk of Hellish miracles available at his fingertips for the moment, he stares down the tentpoles as if they might erect themselves.

Needless to say, it doesn't work. He peers around himself helplessly, looking for an extra pair of hands. Or honestly, just a set that knows what it's doing. ]

Ready, Set, Flute? (fighting)

[ Somehow in the middle of your character fighting one of the creatures, or perhaps with a creature (your choice) close-by, the tension is cut through with the sound of a flute melody. The flute itself should look familiar to those who know it, since it was borrowed from a friend. A broken piece of an old piece of iron was leant by the same friend bearing a different face, and now there is an angel marching onto the battlefield playing... a 14th-century saltarello??

There is a gentle rumbling from behind him and he pauses his fluting to look. Soon, your party is joined by a group of lumbering skeletons in armor, roused from their rest in the kingdom ruins. And instead of attacking, they seem to be. Helping your party. ]

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[ OoC: hmu assemble for a personal starter! ]