[center][h3][u]Smor'Gen'Blok, the Collapsing Wor Hearth Site[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 10:01 AM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Za'Kul's efforts were mirrored by many survivors that had already reached one of the exit tunnels. Lok'Sha could make slightly longer jumps than most races, and ignored the rough rock faces with their harder-than-stone soles. But War'Da'Li was not accustom to travel despite her race. She was a smith, first and foremost, and burdened with the sudden loss of family. Even with the ever present spirit of a Lok'Sha, the light inside of her was quickly dwindling, and with it, the will to live. She slowly fell further and further behind Za'Kul, barely able to keep him in her sights. The fact that a dark skin was willing to help her did little to sate her delicate emotional state. With everything crashing down around her, War'Da'Li felt as null as the stone she leaped across.

	It was an unfortunate result. A moment of distraction, and the woman landed awkwardly on her right foot, twisting it painfully and careening down the 45 degree rock face she'd chosen to jump to. One of her hands slammed into the stone, creating a small crack for her to take hold of, but the entire platform was sinking quickly, as well as the tents and boulders around her. Another stone fell from the ceiling, crashing into the ground merely 30 feet away. The stone she clung to jutted up further, but she managed to hold on despite not clinging to a [i]sheer[/i] rock face.

	As Za'Kul approached the southern tunnel, there were already plenty of Lok'Sha standing at the edge of the cave's mouth, glaring at their home as it crumbled before them. When they saw a dark-skin approaching, the first thing that came to mind wasn't to [i]aid him.[/i] The wall of Wor Tribesmen stepped forward, covering the tunnel's entrance as Za'Kul approached. Their judgmental stares locked on to him, almost creating a[i] physical force [/i]with their combined contempt.

	"Terrorist!" one of the survivors called out. A series of shouts of a similar nature followed. Za'Kul quickly became the target of a coordinated verbal attack. Being yelled at for his Tribe's standing was nothing new, but that wasn't the issue he would face. They weren't going to let him pass them. The remaining Wor tribesmen acted as a barrier, keeping the narrow tunnel completely sealed off from the Kul tribesman.

[center][h3][u]Baeshri Hills, A Few Kilometers Outside of Lalifell[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 7:32 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	As the Wisp-Caps lit up along the side of their trail, the air itself felt as if it were flooded with a soft cloud of mana. It was a sensitive aura that only the most perceptive of mages would pick up on, uncommon in the wilds. The natives saw it as a warning, but Thoris was a constantly evolving mystery that refused to be tamed by the knowledge of its races.

	Small pupae rested quietly on the underside of a few mushrooms. When Rem picked a wisp-cap from the collage, a few of the cocoons underneath it fell to the ground and bounced towards his feet. Small, translucent chrysalis' were feeding on the nutrients within the plant life. But moments after their host organism had been picked, the once pure-white pupae quickly shriveled up and became a smelly black [i]sludge.[/i] Some of the gunk had grazed Rem's shoe, leaving a quickly-formed burn mark where it had made contact, while also searing the ground wherever the little cocoons had melted. Moments after, a very subtle buzzing became audible from behind. The sound grew in frequency over time, but its origin wasn't immediately obvious.

[center][h3][u]Nillium Encampment, The Burroughs[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 9:16 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Nillium gang members caught the sight of Ayer and his new accomplice as soon as they began hopping between the tightly-packed buildings. Both men occasionally fell out of their line of sight as the rooftops rose and fell along the horizon, but they were sure of it in only a minute. Those men were heading for the [i]ship yard.[/i] Unfortunately for Ayer, the guard were not bound by any sort of threat like he and his ally were. So they did was any reasonable guardsmen would do, under no threat of being 'caught' by pursuers.

	[b]"THEY'RE HEADING FOR THE SHIPYARD! WEST! WEST! CUT THEM OFF!"[/b]

	Several more shouted echoed through the streets, with little care for anyone who may have been sleeping, or looking forward to a quiet night in their homes. Within mere minutes, the 30-something guards that littered the streets had grown to number in the [i]eighties.[/i] But with the uneven and unpredictable path that the two fugitives took, they were fortunate enough to evade a direct encounter with the guards.

	But at the rate they were moving, it was only a manner of time before even [i]more[/i] of the guard closed in on them. Their positioning would eventually corner them at the western docks, with their only option being to escape by [i]sea[/i]. What made matters worse, was how close Henry and his squad had gotten in such a short period of time. At the rate that he and his goons were running, they would catch up with the two [i]athletically challenged[/i] roof-jumpers within the hour.

	The luck that Ayer and Paric saw in their short venture had come to a quick end. Reaching the Burroughs' edge put them within walking distance of the docks. From where they stood now, they could see it all. More than ten trade ships, and dozens of smaller boats lined the docks all the way to where the docks met Nillium's outer wall. As positive as it may have seemed, all hope might have faded when the men realized that, to match the dozens of ships, there were [i]dozens[/i] of men patrolling the boats, and nearby housing. Fortunately for them, none of the guards had a good fix of exactly where they might have been. How long their subterfuge would last could have varied dramatically though. The guards were already on high alert with all the [i]shouting[/i] that cascaded from the depths of Nillium.

	To add insult to injury, [b]Julius Barrel[/b] and [b]Locke 'Mop'[/b], two of Nillium's five [i]commanders, [/i]as it were, had been present at the docks since the afternoon. Julius was on board the [b]Nillium's Fang[/b] that rested at the edge of the main boardwalk. The [i]mop[/i] on the other hand, was getting drunk outside of his cabin near the base of the very same dock. Ayer and Paric could see [i]him[/i] very clearly. He was a popular one, that [i]mop,[/i] seeing how he was the most lax out of Nillium's five. His shaggy black hair always obscured most of his face, but Locke was the jolly sort. The [i]popular[/i] sort. Nobody really understood why such a raggedy man - a man who always dressed in smelly rags and usually had a bottle of wine [i]somewhere[/i] on his person - held such an important title. Maybe it was how he could rally the troops? Or maybe he had some kind of connection with the Don? Either way, tonight clearly wasn't his night to shine. He looked barely conscious from where Ayer and Paric stood, loosely clutching the mouth of a wine-bottle at his waist while he rested against the edge of the cabin. He was singing sea shanties to himself, or something. It was hard to make out from so far away, but his voice was [i]loud and groggy[/i]. Loud enough that the guards nearby were distracted by his... [i]Pleasant melody.[/i]

	One of the guards that patrolled the dock looked up at where Paric and Ayer were stationed absentmindedly, catching the slightest glimpse of their outline against the moonlight. Had they already been caught?

[center][h3][u]Baeshri Pass, Caravan Centaurus[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 10:20 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Noru nodded to himself and lowered Lyullia's pant-leg once he was finished. "Give that an hour before putting weight on it," He warned her. Then he walked towards the storage room in a rush, looking to gather more supplies to treat everyone's injuries. When Daelin came into the back room, Noru ignored him entirely, almost obsessed with his task of tending to the injured.

	Neal stepped aside and Flin and Daelin entered the caravan, before forcefully picking Pyra up and carrying him inside as well, quickly as he could manage. He moved Pyra over to one of the undamaged lower bunks, and gently placed him on top of it. "Good show, Eldi," He complimented the battered and abused knight, "Color me surprised." Neal looked back at Daelin as he came back into the common area with his crossbow at the ready. The captain huffed contently and closed his eyes. He was fortunate to have been found by Centaurus. They seemed like a capable bunch in the face of danger. Maybe if he'd had these knights around, his squad wouldn't have been... Captain Geroldus flinched at the though and opened his eyes, realizing that he'd been [i]leaning over[/i] Pyra for an uncomfortable period of time. He shifted around awkwardly and nodded to the Eldi, even if he probably couldn't see through the punishment he'd received. He might've not even been conscious!

	With the Myti assault over and done with, Zay sighed a breath of relief. His injuries were finally setting in. Both his sprained ankle, and broken wrist flared up with an unexpected onslaught of agony. So much for [i]adrenaline.[/i] He almost wished that his opponent had stuck around for a while longer. He smiled when he heard Daelin's voice and limped towards the hatch.

	"Nothing to worry about," He assured Daelin, turning around and climbing down the ladder as slowly as he could manage. "What about the others?"

[center][h3][u]Southern Trading Route, Yet Another Wrecked Caravan.[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 10:21 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Blake fidgeted while he sat on top of a hefty pile of armor and picked his teeth with a silver pin. His hammer was planted in yet another corpse near his feet, firmly enough to stand upright.

	"Another friggin' paladin, eh?" Blake grunted. [b]Second Lieutenant Komo Milia[/b] adjusted his glasses and nodded.

	"Sorry, sir. I didn't know!" The Male Myti assured him. Blake rolled his eyes and rubbed his scruff. "I really didn't!"

	"Don't get yer tail in a knot, Komo. It 'aint [b]your[/b] fault." Komo sighed and nodded. "We were expecting it this time. Sasha ran into the same issue earlier, didn't she? Even lady Nix had her suspicions. Why else would she give us all a stone?"

	"Of course. Still, It's unacceptable that I didn't-"

	"Shaddup!" Komo flinched backwards and fiddled with his hands, unsure of where to place them as Blake flicked his silver pin at him. "We dealt with it! Simple! As long as you do what yer s'pose ta, everything will be fine." Komo nodded. Blake grunted. "Still not too jolly about running into two of these bastards in one day." The massive man reached up to his right ear, [i]or rather what was left of it,[/i] and wiped away a copious amount of blood. "I rather liked [i]hearin'[/i] things."

	"I'm sure lady Nix can fix that-"

	"Oh yeah! Lemme just go right up to [i]a fuckin' page of Eldi Mythos[/i] and ask for a patch job! Please, m'lady! I know you're busy torturin' humans and such with all your free time, but could'ya grow me an ear real quick-like?" Komo's mouth quivered, and he nodded again. Blake [b]grunted.[/b] One of his men approached him and offered a crude mockery of Arcadia's salute.

	"Supplies cleared out, boss."

	"'Bout damn time." Blake sighed, grabbed the handle of his hammer, and pulled himself onto his feet. "Let's get goin'. I need a nap-" He stopped and looked down at his thigh.

	[sub]"B..k....la.e!...[b]BLAKE![/b]"[/sub]

	He reached into his pocket and put one hand on his Psy-stone, but was immediately met with an unpleasant series of screeches.

	[sub]"[b]PICK UP YOUR DAMN STONE YOU MISERABLE IDIOT!"[/b][/sub]

	He felt his head ring as it was assailed by Sasha's [i]agitated[/i] screeching, but rose a hand to his goon as she began to speak. Komo looked at him curiously and lowered his hands.

	[sub]"We need you to clean something up."[/sub]

	Blake smiled.

	[i]"Again?"[/i]