[u]Thane[/u]

The world jerked away from Thane as the earth beneath his feet crumbled, pulling him deep into a bottomless chasm flooded with darkness. His body met dry cracked earth, the light lingering at the edge of his vision. Thane sat silently as sight returned to his eyes and he had a sense of where exactly he was. Beneath him was a ancient pathway coated with a thin layer of dust, limestone walls rising high on both of his sides, multiple pathways all around him, all but one leading to a dead end. The air was thick with dust, filling his nostrils with the fetid, stale scent. The scent of solitude and abandon, of carnage and suffering, of a world forgotten and fallen prey to time. Thane stepped close to the left wall, planting a hand onto it and began to walk, his eyes scanning his environment cautiously, wary of any traps that may lie dormant, waiting for him to spring them. "Erin, if you can hear me stay still and stay silent" He called out loudly, cupping a hand around his lips to amplify his voice. He said nothing further, feeling a slight tremor move through the yellowed wall. Too faint for the creator to be close, but close enough that it's movements could be felt. Probably close enough to hear him. Close enough to smell him. Thane's eyes shut tight for a moment, trying to force composure upon himself. He had to move quickly and find Erin and, if he was lucky, perhaps find the other guy that was meant to join them. Thane's mind raced as he tried to figure out what could be awaiting them in the labyrinth, when his train of thought came to a screeching halt. Labyrinth. Labyrinth. Labyrinth. [i]Shit,[/i] he scowled, [i]It's a minotaur, isn't it?[/i]

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[u]Auguste[/u]

Auguste wasted no time listening to the goddesses's drivel as he gained his bearings on his surroundings. Here he stood on an island and floating in the distance was another island, one with Syl. Well, Syl [i]and a manticore[/i]. His eyes searched his surroundings, finding mostly the ruins of a temple with nothing of particular value in sight. The only option to reach the island at the center was to traverse the massive wires that hung between the floating land. If one was to fall off of the wires... Auguste peaked over the edge of the island, seeing an infinite sea of blue. "Well, going down looks like it's a one-way trip." He scowled, spitting into the void. Auguste made his way to the abandoned temple, not bothering with any of the formalities that one would expect. The temple was mostly rubble at this point. The gods had abandoned it. It was probably Ate's way of letting him know that if he couldn't handle this situation on his own then he would have to perish. In the rubble Auguste found a stone mallet, aged but sturdy enough to deliver a decent blow. Time was of the essence and Auguste knew he would have to move quickly if he wanted to see Syl alive. He paused at the edge of the wire before taking is first step, some hesitation trickling into his mind. Then, as if taken by madness, laughter burst from his lips, his head arching back. "What am I thinking? This isn't the first time I've climbed something dangerous to get to a girl." He stepped onto the wire, walking quickly, establishing his footing, and then breaking into a light job. "And it won't be my fucking last."