The nearest volcano belched forth, spewing magma and ashes into the air. It was horrifying, and yet almost mesmerizing to watch, and it took Skaldi barking at them in Khazalid to get the companions moving again and out of harms way. Konrad tripped over some rock, and Dietrichia fell from the shaking ground, but Ivan and Yantz caught them and set their feet steady, the group moving as quickly as they dared over the uneven ground. 

"Where's the closest temple!?" Cyrdic yelled over the tumult of the raging earth. He seemed to be talking to Skaldi. The Dwarf scowled at that. "Why would I know where the next blasted Temple would be!? I don't come here on vacation!" They vaulted over a stone that jutted out of the ground, and it reminded Cyrdic of the ever moving earth within the Chaos wastes, something he desperately wanted to forget. 

However, Skaldi spoke up moments later. "Uzkulak!" He spat, as if the very word left a foul taste in his mouth. The volcano roared as well in seemingly mock distaste. "North of us is a dark port the Dawi Zharr use called Uzkulak. It's the only place I could think of. Me kin in the North have to deal with their machinations!" 

"Let's hope that there's a temple outside of the city itself," Cyrdic muttered. 

"I long for za clear vind of Kislev on my face! And a horse underneath me!" Ivan lamented, clearly growing tired of having to be away from his native land. "Ve should have never taken the sword vith Nordland." Boris said. "I vanted to gain saum loot, not visit all thrice poxed lands within a pair of months!" 

"Vear not, ve are almost there." Ivan said, giving a jovial wink even as they passed through a thick cloud of ash. The roars continued however, in a strange, jumping sort of sound. It took Cyrdic a moment to realize those were not noises made by the mountains of fire. He...felt an instinctual connection to them. "Wolves?" He said aloud, only for Skaldi to glance his way, and then curse. "Hobgoblin riders!" 

"By Ranalt, look!" Camilla called, pointing down a small valley that lay beneath them. A small ziggarut rose from the earth, the color of the stonework even redder than the earth it rested upon. However, it looked well hidden. "You have fine eyes, indeed." Konrad said to the woman. They merely needed to traverse a few crags and not be caught upon the sabers of their pursuers. Cyrdic also had a distinct feeling even if they made it inside, it would not be a matter of simply walking in... 
[@Penny]