@TheMOCingbird@TheMightyObsidianDude The trip to Underhill is largely uneventful. It’s not a short walk, but they remain above ground through most of it, weaving through crags and ravines as they make their way into the region. The sun is almost setting as Jaspar finally leads them into a tunnel, Lync casting one last glance over her shoulder before following the others into the earth. Another half-hour passes in the dark, then the dim glow of lightstones gives way to the warm light of Underhill.
Lync immediately brings them to the local tavern, saying it had been a long day and recommending the others get some sleep. Jaspar gets a room, and offers to pay for the others, should they need it. The two travelers immediately turn in for the night, with Lync promising that they could discuss their next course of action in the morning.
The next morning finds Lync sitting next to the pool of water at the center of town. Faint rays of sunlight filter down through the crevasse far overhead, and droplets of water plink down into the pool from above. She stars at the water, chin resting on her hands.
Meanwhile Jaspar sits in the tavern, occupying a table off to the side in the front room. He has a small plate set in front of him, an island in a sea of papers and books. He nibbles on a piece of bread, glancing back and forth from a book open in front of him to a map perched precariously off to the side.
OOC: Ekimu told her their exact destination, so she knows.
And about them not getting there, Athena believs that, even if they went head-ahead in a dangerous area, they know what they are doing. She dislikes Collected, considers Gladius an arrogact spoiled idiot, and kinda lost some of her respect for Azure for not stepping in, however she still admits that they are smart enough to not lost themselves into the jungle.
“One more reason of why I will find them there.”
Ekimu stays up late that night, slowly and methodically cleaning up the mess The Collected had made of his Forge. He returns things to their place when possible, tools hung on the wall and raw material tucked away in bins and storage closets. Of the rest, two piles are formed. The first is of scrap; tools broken by use and material too small to be used again. The second pile is of a far different nature - the work of The Collected. These he handles with great care, gathering them in a loose pile in the back of the room. Once the Mask Maker is satisfied with his work he turns in for the night, falling into a dreamless sleep.
He wakes up before the dawn the next morning, rested enough to continue his work. He lights his Forge, and in the pre-dawn light begins to assess that which The Collected had left behind. (@KAI_BORG)
The jungle is quiet. The only sound as he works his way south to the ruins is the rustle of underbrush as he hacks his way through them. He neither sees nor hears any sign of another soul, be it beast or Okotan. The sun slowly sinks through the sky, until the trees are bathed in the orange glow of sunset.
There’s a noise off to his right, a rustle of underbrush. An Okotan stands there, silhouetted by the dying sun. One tip of their mask is broken off, and twin sheathed swords form an X at their hips. The stranger stands there for a moment, silent. The next moment they turn into the underbrush, gone.
@jayzor17 Kryuna followed the others into Underhill, declining Jaspars offer. She gets a room at a cheep inn, and fell into an uneasy sleep. The sheer amount of skull spiders worried her, she hated them, she hated her. She woke the next morning when he sun just barely began to peek through the cracks in the cities ceiling. With a yawn, she grabbed her gear and walked out into the town, searching for the others.
Jevis’s head snapped sword the direction of the sound, and ran after it, blade unsheathed, cutting through the underbrush that stood in his way.
@jayzor17 Hiraeth sat outside a inn, staring at the ground. He had the money to get one, but he didn’t really see the use in it. He had most likely been there all night, since he jolted up soon after sunrise and looked at his surroundings. He watched people walk around the village, pulled out some food, and chewed on some jerky while he sharpened his blades.
Ilza slept fitfully that night, and the next morning she sat with Jaspar, not really knowing what else to do. She didn’t like this place, it was too dark: the idea of going outside just made her paranoid.
Vladin continued was passing the bridge lf the city, hoping that the trip to Blaze’s secret lab would not be too dangerous.
“So, I thought you were bringing the kids with you!” Vladin said, making conversation, not wanting to look too suspect. @BlackBeltGamer98
“OK, if you haven’t seen him, I’ll go. I’d say nice to meet you, but seeing that I am the only one who remembers you, mostly because of the appearance, if would be pretty one-sided.”
She said before once again implanting her heels into the bird’s abdomen and swooping off.
OOC: Is the Lord of the Jungle (sorry I forgot his name) still flying above Gladius’ group? @Ghid
Rena stood up in the middle of the group.
“OK, time to go.”
She said while packing the few things she had outside the backpack and walking away. It was clear that she becoming a little aggitated. @BlackBeltGamer98@Jcton@meepinater
Ghabix was in front of the Sacra-Nui, a huge natural orange stone circle placed in the middle of the Region. It was one of the only places in the entire prefecture of the Stone Region where you could find actual earth and dirt instead of dry sand.
He sighed as he entered in.
The Lord of the Skies is practically at the capital by now.
IC:
Bramble shrugged somewhat shyly. “Stay safe.”
The Capital of the Region of Jungle never saw the Lord of the Skies fly over. Recalling what he had learned before, he had descended some distance from it and was taking his sweet time getting to it, enthralled by the overgrown foliage.