[center][color=003471][h1]Location: The Cavern[/h1][/color]
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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oN2Xs-MvxLw]Ambience.[/url]

Perhaps 100 feet down in the cave huddled a solitary figure. Clad it dirty torn clothes stolen from the beaches, this person was familiar with the dumping cycle. Slaves, bandits, exiles, killers, anything the high cities deemed as trash were thrown into the waters off the coast of the Island. From there it was a coin toss; Did the deep ones claim the body or would they see you to your new hell?

Adrian Levis was one of the unfortunate not to be sacrificed. instead it had been a death sentence that would see him well over ten years of suffering without a proper end in sight. Perhaps one of the lower cavern crawlers would find him asleep in the dark of the cavemouth one night. End it all then and there..
Or maybe one of the thugs washing up on the beach would give in to their nature and slit Adrians throat. 

No matter how he thought on the subject the end was always the same. His had been a life of reckless abandon coupled with that delicious taste of power that came from taking lives. This place had broken him. Ruined the steady hand of a killer and soldier, and robbed him of everything that could even be considered of worth. Nothing to his name but the tattered clothes of the washed up dead and a well worn dagger sharpened on the rocks..

Slowly, cautiously, Adrian made his way to the mouth of the cave.

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[b]Location: Upper cliffs, overlooking the Beach[/b]

Two sentries patrolled the cliffs when the 'night' was on in full. From the cliffs you could see sunlight on some days far in the distance where the black clouds had failed to spread. Failing that, the islanders had developed a sense of time based on the wildlife that came and went. When the big ones came out it was the witching hour. Everything in the center of the island was a warzone then..
The smarter folk clung to the cliffs. 

From below they could see it, shining in the darkness like the sun to their sensitive sight. R'Ornns beacon.

"Wake up the boys. Theres magic on the beach tonight!" The bigger sentry smiled, revealing blackened teeth dripping with drool.

The smaller sentry took a horn from his waist and raised it to his lips, blowing a mournful note into the nights air. Two quick notes followed by a long low rumble.
Only a few moments later, half a dozen similar responses echoed from beyond the cliffs.

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Adrian heard the notes same as everyone and nearly screamed his way back into the cave. It was the only way to escape! To fight was an execution for anyone, the numbers alone would overwhelm these people..

From his kneeling position, partially hidden behind the sharp pointed rocks that served as 'teeth' to the cave, he waved desperately at the forming group.