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The journey from the city center to their destination is a short one, leading them through the tangle of the capital until the building Kiva had described is in front of them. Despite its unique appearance, it sits wedged between a modern-looking wooden tavern and an ancient stone building that seems to be a bakery. Villagers come and go around them, all seemingly ignoring the building of interest.
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The Black Crater looms ominously in front of the travelers. Everything is still around them. There are no footprints, no droppings, no signs of other life. The sound of waves crashing against the shore carries faintly from the coast, sea breezes carrying the slight tang of saltwater with them. Dark clouds loom off the coast, hanging ominously in the western sky. The only features of the land, save the crater itself, are various rock formations, like jagged fingers poking from the sand.
Ekimu casts one last look at the city. It would be lying to say that he had no qualms about leaving it, especially given recent events. After all, the last time he had gone for a trip he had found the Collected in his forge. Alas, it had come to this regardless. He had spoken with the Captain of the Gaurd; the city would be safe while he was gone.
Content with his decision for the moment, he turns back to the task at hand. He had to admit, there was something relaxing about the forest; the trees and rocks sculpted with a natural beauty his works paled in comparison to. Now, he should find the Lord of the Storm somewhere around here....
The Lord in question would find strength returning to his body as he travels, weakness fleeing from his limbs like the last warmth of day. He's far from back to his usual strength, but it's a start. Given his large frame and ample head start, it's likely that he would have long since left the City of the Mask Makers behind.