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It was a grey, chilly day. Clouds were overcast, the air was humid, and a light mist blew through the air. And in it all, in middle of the soggy marshlands, was a town - one that was clearly abandoned by man. Rotting wood made up what buildings were left, most partially-submerged in the flooded streams and ponds that made up the landscape. Rooftops drooped and floors sank, and nature was beginning to reclaim the wood, mushrooms and fungus growing all over the dilapidated buildings that made up the town.

[center][h2]Urik[/h2][/center]

In the marshlands was something definitely out of the ordinary, however. A black, formless cloud of smoke traveled along the ground, weaving through and around the tall grasses and ponds. Coming to a rest at a large, dead tree, it took the rough shape of a man, before thickening, and refining the shape into a clear shape of one. He was a tall, muscular man, sporting a bald head and a long black beard. He was wearing a long leather duster, and home-made clothes underneath made of fur and leather. The oddest things about him, however, was a pair of white, glowing irises, and his dark-gray skin, which was covered in white tattoos.

He held out his arm as he rested, looking over the town. Through the air, from the direction of the Town came a moth, or what almost looked like one. It was the size of an eagle, but as gentle as its original species - Herrik, Urik's companion. His general mannerisms were calm, telling Urik that he didn't see anything alive during his short time of scouting out the area. Nevertheless, Urik was ready to find someone, whoever it may be. 

"[color=8493ca]If not the descendants of those vile Harvestmen, then maybe someone who knows where they are...[/color]"

Allowing Herrik to perch on his shoulder, Urik finally began his trek into the town, eager to learn more about this legend... And to finally see if it had any truth to it.