[center][b]Zisqe's Uncertainty With How Things Will Proceed and Consequently Where They Will Go[/b][/center][hr] The air was waterlogged and pungent, like a corpse washed up on shore. Undergrowth creeped upwards ‘till it became overgrowth. Sunlight wormed its way through the foliage in places, then cut through the thickness of the air, providing a most welcome break. At a stream Zisqe sat. They opened mouths on their hands, and dipped them in the water to drink. A basket of woven twigs lay next to them and a sharpened stick dug into the sand just beside that. They sighed. The cove was nearly a days walk away, two if they stopped for sleep. Gathering was a job that did require longer trips. Especially if one had to gather stories as well. It seemed this trip would be fruitless for that, though. They drew their hands out of the stream, and leaned back onto their haunches, looking to the other bank. It lay there, as it was. Zisqe snatched the spear and basket, one in each hand. Less than a second later it was behind a bush. Watching. Ready. Their vision pooled for a second. Dilated. Then focused, like a tunnel. [i][color=gold]I mustn’t unfocus.[/color][/i] It was still there, as it was. Zisqe tightened their grip on the spear. Little help it would be. They looked at it to try find comfort, and it morphed before their eyes. It became a barbed, wicked thing, dripping a muddy liquid. And it was looking upon an unmoving scene. A great, tentacled beast was impaled upon a spear held by Zisqe’s god. There was a man wearing black and holding a club, and a snake-looking thing. There was a great wooden thing on a colossal stream, a crater, and a mountain that twisted upwards. The same muddy liquid from before was spurting from the great beast. [color=8a0886]”When atrocities are committed, colours revealed, and there is a certainty for a lack of change, our solutions are few. When other solutions are but food, what is a battle?”[/color] Zisqe came to. Words echoed in their head. It, as it was, was gone. Zisqe shook their head, turned towards the town, and began walking. [center]---[/center] [i]This one[/i] looked upon Zisqe’s sleeping body. It was beautiful, exactly as it had intended. The small eddies of sun washed against chitin and ran off, bathing the ground around it in a golden light. [i]This One[/i] was sorry for Zisqe, in that this day long trip had been for nothing. It decided that it would give them a good story. [center]---[/center] The sun was setting, and light was nearly a forgotten concept in the jungle. Zisqe had been walking since noon, and decided it was about time to sleep for the night. It looked around for a comfortable spot, free of roots and large rocks. The roots only seemed to get thicker the further it walked, though. Thicker, and stranger. They grew in spirals around the base of the trees, pointing towards other trees as they fanned out. Between trees, roots twirled around one another, joining into one. Before long, the ground was nothing but a twisting mess of roots trying to pierce through their brethren to reach soil below. And it was here that the stones were. They were arrayed in a spiral running opposite to the roots, becoming taller the closer they got to the center. Zisqe bore the sight of this in awe. It traced the edge of the spiral with slow, deliberate, caressing steps. Each took it closer to the center, but it was not paying attention to this, instead to the majesty of the center stone. It had carvings in it that seemed to live and breathe. They churned among themselves in all but one area. One strip, all the way around the stone. It was blank. Upon approaching this stone, it shifted to look at Zisqe. The weight of the gaze hit them with the force of a strong wave. They remained standing, but a second wave came, this time more forceful. They fell to their knees. A third wave. To their face. “To find the one you lost, you must come to us. We are a mighty legion of armoured siblings. We do not fear weapons, no matter how great or small, but water ruins us. We are effortlessly strong, yet push nothing. To reach us, you must first pass through our footsoldiers.”[hr] [hider=Summarino] So Zisqe is out gathering food and stories, when they see something. They hide, and fall asleep. They see a vision. Then Eury is looking at Zique’s sleeping body and there are creep vibes. It decides it’ll give them a story. Zisqe wakes up and is like “What the shit” Zisqe walks back to town, and comes across a shitload of spirals and a rock that gives it a quest in the form of a riddle. The quest seems to be about finding someone. [/hider] [hider=Might] -6 MP to create a Holy Site for Eury’s Puzzles port. It’s half a day’s walk through thick jungle, less if a path is created. This may be prayed at to receive riddles or other puzzles to complete, and bring those who dedicate their lives to solving these puzzles closer to Eurysthenes. Heroes or holy orders may or may not come of this. 1 MP remaining 5 MP towards Madness port, not unlocked. [/hider] [hider=Prestige] +1 for starring in a post +1 for appearing in an at least minor role 5 total [/hider]