Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-5135903-20130919182126/@comment-5135903-20130921091547

Consciousness returns. The Darwol finds themselves stuck in a snow drift, white mist all around them. It's dark; twilight. Slowly, they try to get up, much more easily than expected; the gravity on this planet seems pretty low. In fact, the gravity seems too low; the world shouldn't be able to hold onto an atmosphere this thick!

They look up. Correction; not planet; moon. The mist, being emitted directly from the snow, thins out as it climbs toward the sky; too cold to be water vapour. Methane? Ammonia? Anyway, through the gap a great orange gas giant can be seen, streaked with red stripes, the hot colours contrast harshly with the cold whites and blues of the surface, illuminating the surface enough to see.

The sky itself is striped by green aurorae. There's obviously a strong magnetic field coming from somewhere. The last detail the Darwol makes out before their gaze returns to the ground is a ring, spoked like a wheel, slowly rotating out in space; it only seems as large as an penny in an outstretched hand, but if it really is in orbit, it's big. Green lights can be seen flashing around the rim.

The mist is clearing now. Snowdrifts pattern the featureless surface like sand-dunes in a desert. In the distance, barely bright enough to make out, are more lights; this time, on the surface.

What do you do?