[@Pyromania99] Yuisa said nothing, merely following Vammy with her eyes as she’d proceed to follow the demon down the tower and then, down the stairs into the basement. The revolting sweet smell got only stronger here, with vines and plants growing along the walls nonstop and having completely taken over the walls and floor. But nothing overly important. Just more cells. More experiment halls as the stairs would continue deeper down into the island they found themselves on. Eventually the descent would lead them to the final floor, thankfully having run into no more of those plant things. Here, there were two doors. A large metal door carved with the image of a serpent, the vines having pried open the doors and seemed to be where they were coming from. Vammy could feel faint, incredibly old divine power coming from them. On the left of the wall, though, was…some sort of odd, heavy metal door that was shut. No obvious keyhole, it looked more like a giant metal slab with rivets and hinges in it. A small metal panel was in the wall next to it. [hider=Current Happenings] The goddess has an odd shaped device that is spewing fire and burning down a garden. Current location: Old prison Time: afternoon Current Objective: Find the contraption the God Iva mentioned [hr] Potential Events: [list] [*] [/list] [/hider] [hr] [@Guy0fV4lor] [hr] “...the spines on this guy, hah.” The one named Sella chuckled. “Thinking he knows what hes talking about. Instead of the little kiddies, you should be more worried about me snacking on you.” She’d flash a row of sharp, pointed teeth at Finn. “And where do you think you’re going to run, too, huh? Too deep for a human to swim out. Too small for you to crawl out before we just drag you out. Maybe we’ll keep you locked up here like some pet-” “Sella, that’s enough…! Why do you always insist on doing this? This is why the land dwellers hate us!” The second Valtem interjected. “I don’t know what you’re thinking human, but its just us two and one brood mother. The rest of our sisters are…already dead-” “Melleph!” Sella snapped. “That’s not something he needs to know!” “But if we just ask maybe-” Sella silenced Meleph with a glare. [hider=Current Happenings] [i]The Goddess is eagerly taking notes…[/i] Current location: Dawn Time: Afternoon [hr] Potential Events: [list] [*] [*] [/list] [/hider] [hr] [@Click This] [hr] “...Hey, shh.” The ratmen fell silent, all looking up from around their campfire. One was looking around, one of his ears twitching. “...thought I heard something.” A few quiet seconds passed as Lissa quietly would move away, earning a nervous chuckle from the other Krysa. “Prekratit, you fool. This forest is haunted! Don’t scare us like that!” “Haunted by wolves, maybe. Stop being a child and get back to looking already.” The last member would snap to the others, making the rest get up from their post and start packing up the little camp to get moving again. Thankfully though, Lissa was now long gone. So trees marked with that symbol were the wrong path, was it? A simple thing to keep in mind. It wouldn’t be too hard to avoid them or to keep things hopefully on the right path. As she’d walk through the snowy forest, the charm in her possession would grow slightly warm, and as she’d pass by a particular tree she’d feel the world before her…shift, slightly. As if something had been pulled off her vision, the scenery changed before her just slightly. This would happen a few more times as she’d wander through the forest, eventually reaching a small clearing with a cabin in the middle. She could hear voices from inside. [hider=Current Happenings] [i]The goddess throws the stick off screen, and the dog comes back…as a skeleton dog, and runs after the startled goddess.[/i] Current location: Dawn Time: Morning [hr] Current Objective: Find the Necromancer [hr] [hr] Potential Events: [list] [*] [/list] [/hider] [hr] [@Crusader Lord] [hr] “Well if its herbs you want,” Jivka got up from her seat, walking over to where a few dried plants were hanging on a nearby rack. “I’m your girl. One of them, anyways. A good hunter always knows to brush up on this stuff just in case they get injured.” She’d pluck a few and place them on the table. “This ones good for fevers,” She’d say, holding a dried bundle of short, fat leaves to her. “This one’ll help with swelling and this one goes great on meats.” She’d laugh at the last one. “If you want, I could show you some. Got nothin’ better to do right now and if I get any more bored I’ll probably go crack a rat skull or two.” [hider=Current Happenings] [i]r.[/i] Current location: Yaga Village Time: Morning [hr] Potential Events: [list] [*] [*] [/list] [/hider] [hr] [@crimson Paladin] [hr] “I don’t see how that’s my problem.” The Yaga replied curtly, folding her arms and narrowing her eyes at Novak. A few tense, quiet seconds would follow as Ayumi hopped along the table, nuzzling Novak’s arm. The only sound was the crackling of the fireplace and a cool breeze blowing in from outside. “...look,” The Yaga sighed after a few moments. “Its not that I don’t understand, but I can’t exactly help even if I wanted to. I am far more terrified of the Lady of Death then I am of any rat or whoever it is that you serve. I’d rather be killed then have a relatively peaceful afterlife then die and be tortured for eternity as a lost soul in the Asphodel Meadows.” She moved over to a few cabinets, rummaging around and pulling out some bread, vegetables, plates, and a number of other foodstuffs and placing them on the table. “...but if it’ll get you out of my fur, alI I can really say is that if they’re looking for me, then they believe one of two things. Rifelshka is involved in this assassination attempt, or they think I can help them find who is through some sort of contract with her.” The Yaga walked over to an egg basket, taking a few out and placing them next to the bread. “If its the former…well, they think they can use me in some manner.” A derisive chuckle from her told all one needed to know what she thought about it. She’d start chopping some vegetables with a knife. “Maybe you shouldn’t be so blinded by something so flimsy as friendship and stop to think that maybe they have legitimate reasons for targeting your caravan.” She’d leave the knife embedded in a particularly large onion and glance up at Novak. [hider=Current Happenings] [i]A maid with a purple blindfold and a broom suddenly shows up in the dialogue box. The Moon goddess, startled, runs away while the broom wielding maid chases her.[/i] Current location: Northern Snowfields Time: Morning [hr] Potential Events: [list] [*] [*] [/list] [/hider] [@Cu Chulainn] [hr] “Aha, a spear is all? Well don’t you worry.” Asvar excitedly took the spear. “For helping little Raelzeth…I’ll do somethin’ special for ya. Come by tomorrow evening and she’ll be good as new, that’s a dwarven promise.” He’d run his hands over the spear, a low rumbling tone coming from his throat, a small smile forming on his lips as he’d give it a few test swings. “And a fine spear she already is. Won’t be much trouble at all.” He’d give Raelzeth a rough pat on the back, nearly causing her to stumble over. “If there’ll be nothing else, better get Raelzeth here something for her throat and get started on a plan for this beauty.” It was getting late in the day too. The sun starting to sink a bit low over the horizon as dusk would settle over the village. Perhaps there was something he needed to do under the cover of darkness- “Oh, seems I’m interrupting a party.” A blond haired woman with fierce eyes walked up to the group. Something about the woman made Gideons skin proverbially crawl, as if this womans mere presence was off-putting to the Raam. “I heard there was a dwarf smith here and was hoping to buy some things and get my blade looked at.” “No trouble at all lass.” Asvar replied. “You’re that new girl that arrived with the elf aren’t you?” “Aye.” Sorcha’s eyes glanced over Gideon briefly. “...not often a Raam travels this far past the mountains.” [hider=Current Happenings] [i]The moon goddess punches an oddly shaped square tree that produces an oddly shaped square block of wood which she then somehow turns into a wooden pickaxe.[/i] Current location: Dawn Time: Morning [hr] Potential Events: [list] [*] [*] [*] [*] [*] [*] [*] [/list] [/hider]